I think I heard him sigh through the megaphone before responding, he probably had a tough day so far, I mean three prisoners breaking out of your billions of dollars prison, yeah not a good look. Although I was probably exaggerating, millions at best what with the low-grade security and weapons.
"Listen we've had people who've been researching your case for a while and it was extremely fishy so we were about to hire a pretty dame good investigator so that we got the right person."
*sigh* "However the fact you've just escaped a high-level prison and killed a couple of damn good men on the way, well that's a whole different thing altogether."
"That's where my offer comes into play, you know about the Guardians of the Globe, Teen Team, and Fight Force right?"
I rubbed my temple seeing where this was going, honestly, it's a bit cliche at this point, I mean you see this all the time in movies so *shrug* probably shouldn't be surprised it's happening right now. I mean what else do you offer a freak of nature like me, what do you want me to be your kid's cancerous glowing night light?
"Wait let me guess, want me on your suicide squad, no your monster squad full of freaks or outsiders that don't fit whatever today's term for normal is?" I said with a shrug of my shoulders as my pristine naked body glowed in the night.
I think he rubbed through his nonexistent head hair probably a bit frustrated for one reason or another.
"Yeah, that's exactly it, I gathered a few people together who have specific skills or abilities for a team, and in exchange well we either shave a few years off their sentence, get their powers under control, you name it, heck some of them even work for us now in an official capacity."
"So do you want to keep walking towards the city, I call up Teen Team and they drag your ass back to prison or do you want to actually have a life outside your cell?"
Fuck me this guy was good, I mean I was always smiling but at this point, I was just letting out a light chuckle unable to control myself.
"Alright, so how you wanna do this, gonna walk a mile and teleport me to a six-mile underground concrete facility, because that's pretty much the only way I'm gonna do it."
I think I saw him actually doing it, he let down the megaphone, it falling to his side as he walked up to me. Honesty thought he'd teleport or something but no just straight up walking to me, honestly, this has been a good day as any time I'm smiling more than once is a good day. Normally I'm like a rare double rainbow that people don't see all the time in that regard, but today I'm just your average glowstick you'd see in "Name a Nightclub".
Once he finally got close to me I was able to get a good look at the guy, we were about the same height I think, maybe he was a tiny bit shorter. Definitely bald though, I think I could see my glowing visage reflecting off it. He was wearing the classic suit and tie combo, well minus the tie anyway. Then he started speaking with a bit of a nonchalant attitude like he'd done this before.
The odd part, is I believe he actually has done this before, maybe not this exact situation/conversation but something similar.
"So we ready to do this thing or wait, and fair warning we have no idea how teleportation is going to affect your...unique condition."
"We had guys studying your unique radioactive signature but we haven't been making much progress beyond a few new bits of science just discovered recently."
"By the way, once we get there is there any type of clothing we could get you, maybe a costume or even underwear."
I looked down at myself and while my very nonexistent privates were hanging loose and put my hand on my chinas I thought about. Eventually, the guy put his hand on me as we teleported in a weird bright beam and I finally made up my mind.
"I think a nice white lab coat, some black pants, underwear of course, and well shocks and shoes are a no-go."
"Although I guess the underwear is more optional than anything, I don't really need to go to the bathroom anymore." I said all this as he started walking forward through a light gray hallway that had some dim lights overhead, that probably or most definitely needed to be replaced.
Either that or it was intentional, try to get people spooked with all that secret government talk. Bullshit like that keeps people asking too many questions, but well this Halloween decoration has one giant one.
"So any clues you can give me n who I'm going to be working with, wanna get a jumpstart on the company-wide Christmas card."
"Although I guess you should introduce yourself beforehand, I mean I know you're pretty high up but well I wanna put a name to a face."
*3rd POV*
The old government official spoke up, not darting his head behind him to face the skeleton behind him.
"My name is Cecil, head of the GDA otherwise known as the Global Defense Agency, and we manage superhero teams across the globe, but mostly in America as that is where the highest concentrated number of them are."
"You'll be working with four other people and right on time too as usually, this is a team of five, and one of our members just...left so to speak."
"Officially you're a black ops team designed to take out the lesser-known super threats, which is true."
Like an old detective show, four files are thrown across the table as Cecil continues talking each one opening up to show a member of the team.
"First we have The Ringmaster, one of Darkwings nemesis or well at least he was until well something went wrong and half his face was blown off."
On the first file was a picture of a man dressed in a red/black ringmaster uniform complete with a top hat, and a half-burnt face.
"Next up we have a German vampire, no he's not a nazi don't even get him started on that crap, who is serving his twenty-second life sentence."
"That's out of twenty-eighth by the way, so he might quit the team soon."
On the second file would be a pale man wearing old German noble clothing complete with a monocle.
"Then theirs the Tia, a shapeshifting fire dragon that we found buried for half a century who we're helping adapt to the modern world in exchange for, let me check."
"Jobs for us and gold for her everyonce in a while."
On the third file would be a tall girl wearing what you'd think a punk rock girl would wear mixed with gaudy golden metallic pins.
"Last but not least Ria Silvers, once a billionaire she invested heavily into cybernetics and...martial arts/gun lessons turning herself into the "Steel Wolf" which is still stupid as shit."
Last but not least was a woman wearing a dark gray metallic armor that was lean and had glowing yellow lines on it leading into a large yellow/orange core.
"Then last but not least-"
Interrupting Cecil mid-sentence as they stood in front of a large metallic door it opened slowly as Cecil touched a handprint device/entered a code afterward.
"Dr Phosphorus, that'll be my little what sueprvillain name or code name whichever works better."