At P. Glory's outburst, Hazard was originally amused. He couldn't help but think about how pride comes before the fall, and her's was going to be one hell of a drop. But then she insulted his suit. No one insulted the suit.<br/><br/>"Why that little-" he started, but was immediately interrupted in his own helmet.<br/><br/>"No Haz!" Nails cut in before he could get up. "Let her talk. She can think we're an imitation all she wants, right up until we prove her wrong, right?"<br/><br/>Hazard tensed up, trying his hardest to hold back and not beat the Glorious Bitch in the face. Nails was right, as much as he was loath to admit it. Prudence was the better course at this point.<br/><br/>"Fine," Hazard admitted, allowing himself to sit back down. He took a great deal of pride in his suit, but if the original builder was fine with it, then he would have to be.<br/><br/>After her little outburst, Gorgon walked up to him.<br/><br/>"The Princess' little temper tantrum has left a sour taste in my mouth, We should go for a walk and clear our heads, Maybe see the island...." He paused, as if to admire his own humor. "Well you'll see it, You could describe it to me." He said. Hazard couldn't help but smile.<br/><br/>"Sure." he said simply. They left the press in their frenzy after P.Glory's outburst to see the island in piece.<br/><br/><br/><br/>A few minutes later, the two were on the beach talking away as they went, hand on metal arm. Hazard had never considered himself good at talking in any meaningful way, but Gorgon seemed to enjoy it anyway.<br/><br/>"Yeah, and the coast seems to do this little dip in thing to the cliff side." Hazard said. Gorgon cocked his head to the side questioningly.<br/><br/>"How so?" He asked.<br/><br/>"Well, we're on sand now, but in a second it goes into the cliff side and it looks like we don't have much beach le-"<br/><br/>Mid sentence, he suddenly felt a heavy, mental presence. It was something he'd felt before, sinister and powerful, but this time, it simply groaned in pain.<br/><br/>It stopped Hazard cold.<br/><br/>Gorgon, and his ever perceptive senses, heard Hazard's breath catch, felt his arm stop immediately, and simple felt his dread before the mental presence hit him.<br/><br/>"What is-" Gorgon started.<br/><br/>"Shit," Hazard couldn't help but curse under his breath even as he moved. He immediately pulled Gorgon Closer to the cliff, taking cover from the invisible threat. Gorgon opened his mouth to ask again, but Hazard beat him to it.<br/><br/>"It's Presence." He said, and Gorgon knew. Not even someone living in the Himalayas could be oblivious of the most powerful psychic terrorist in the world. His powers in mass mind control were infamously dangerous.<br/><br/>"Here?" Gorgon asked far calmer then Hazard felt, "How did he get here?" Then he realized the obvious and asked the obvious question. "And why haven't we already gone mad?"<br/><br/>Hazard didn't have any answers to that.<br/><br/>"I'm not sure. I... I was in New York when he attacked, but while he was fighting the Guardians, he just sort of... let go of us. We weren't under his influence, but it felt just like this."<br/><br/>"So what shall we do?"<br/><br/>Hazard thought a long moment before he even noticed. The cliff they were next to, the one that was almost out of beach, curved into a cave. He zoomed in with his HUD and saw a really, very ominous door.<br/><br/>"Hey Gorgon," Hazard asked, can you tell where this is all coming from, being psychic and all?"<br/><br/>Gorgon thought a long minute before nodding slowly. "That way," he said, pointing directly at the door.<br/><br/>"Well great," Hazard muttered. "It's always the hard way, isn't it?"<br/><br/>The door was little problem. There wasn't a keypad, just a regular old key, and Hazard had Nails build a contingent for that a LONG time ago. As Hazard's right pointer finger extended a key like piece of variable metal plates extended from his finer, Gorgon made  a sound half way between admiration and apprehension.<br/><br/>"An odd tool for a hero, isn't it?" he asked, trying not to sound too judgmental. It was something that seemed a little out of character for the metal man.<br/><br/>"Well," he said, tickling the lock, "not every bad guy hides behind a mask. Some of them hide behind corporations and lawyers." the lock finally clicked, and the door opened. "And sometimes it takes a little less then legal persuasion to find out who did what."<br/><br/>Gorgon nodded, his thoughts his own, as they entered.<br/><br/>The corridor they found themselves in was dark and dry, a complete opposite from what the beach was like. It only went a short distance before it ended in another door, but each step seemed like a yard, the corridor like a whole mile, with the oppressive psychic presence weighing down on their minds.<br/><br/>"Do you ever think," Hazard asked as they reached the far door, "that some people were born to be villains?"<br/><br/>"I'm not sure what you mean." Gorgon responded passively.<br/><br/>"Well, let's just say I'm not sure the guy who's doing this," Hazard pointed to his head, "was ever going to be accepted as a good guy with this..."<br/><br/>He opened the door and stood speechless. It wasn't a single holding cell like he had imagined. In fact, he wouldn't have been sad at all for the psychotic psychic, but this was far and above that. Before them was a massive room, wall to wall with blue-lazar covered cells.<br/><br/>"What is it?" Gorgon asked, sensing Hazard's shock.<br/><br/>"It's... It's a jail." He stuttered out. In ever cell, on every door, he could see the faces and names already. The Judge, Dred, The Displaced. All of them.<br/><br/>"A jail?" Gorgon asked.<br/><br/>"Yeah. A jail for all the lost villains for..." he thought about it as he saw more names, more old villains that were assumed dead or retired. "... about as long as I know about."<br/><br/>In his helmet, Nails grunted. "As far as I can figure, it's every villain that they've ever caught in person for sure, and a few others besides."<br/><br/>"What do you mean?" Hazard asked.<br/><br/>"Look in the next cell to your left."<br/><br/>Hazard looked, with Gorgon following patiently in tow. The name read  'Jester,'<br/><br/>"This is..." Hazard started, confused. This was someone HE'D put away, a two bit punk that had mild jumping powers. As they approached, the blue wall became more transparent. He had to hold back a audible reaction.<br/><br/>"What is it?" Gorgon asked.<br/><br/>"This cell... it's someone I've fought. He robbed banks, jewelry stores, stuff like that. But he's..." Hazard had a hard time describing what he saw this time. "He's had his legs removed. They took them, replaced them with clunky looking metal ones, not made for running. He's... worse then dead."<br/><br/>The man in the cell looked broken, far less then his former fiery toughing attitude. His legs were clunky and steely, no longer elegant. And his face. It was obvious he couldn't see Hazard, otherwise he might have looked shamed, but instead there was only despair.<br/><br/>"That seems... wrong." Gorgon said, feeling more the pain in Hazards voice then seeing the pain being inflicted. "Are they all like that?"<br/><br/>The sudden thought struck Hazard almost as hard as a physical blow.<br/><br/>"I don't know." He said sullenly, "but I intend to find out."<br/><br/>And so they went, row after row, level after level. Nails provided information as to crimes, and they saw the punishment. A man with laser vision with his eyes put out. A man who once had super strength put into a anti-gravity field. A being made of electricity placed in a cell of rubber. On and on and on.<br/><br/>"What is the meaning of all this?" Gorgon asked. Hazard was thinking the same thing but was glad his friend brought it up first.<br/><br/>"Well apparently Ms. Vader and her organization don't like comeback villains." Hazard said, grinding his teeth. They passed a cell of a shop lifter with super speed who's ankles were filled with lead when they finally came to it. Presence's cell.<br/><br/>His was different in a few ways. First of all, there was a solid wall made out of what looked like copper behind the laser shield, with only a small opening to see in. Secondly, the man himself was just about the only one who was completely and totally immobilized. He was stuck in a metal case, only his face visible. the last difference was that his face was stretched in a mask of physical pain.<br/><br/>"Uhhhg, what is that?" Hazard asked this time. There was a infuriating, pounding pulse in his skull the closer and closer he got to the cell.<br/><br/>"That's him." Gorgon answered simply. "That's Presence."<br/><br/>"That's him?" Hazard asked incredulously. He'd almost gotten used to that heavy dread, but this was too much. "That's what he's... feeling in there?"<br/><br/>"That's all he feels, all he thinks, all he can be in that thing." Gorgon, even with his stony exterior, began to shake. "And that's why they don't have any security except over each cell. The people here are broken, so even if they do escape, they'll never be what they were before. How could they do this? How could they break someone this fully, even if they did commit crime?"<br/><br/>Hazard didn't know what to say or react. He just put a heavy hand on Gorgon's shoulder.<br/><br/>"Come on, I think I've seen enough of this god forsaken island."