<div style="text-indent:1em;">Vince raised an eyebrow, as if not amused. <span style="font-style: italic">"That sounds awfully petty. Why don't you guys do full frontal assaults?"</span> Vince asked. <span style="font-style: italic">"Tell ya what, if there are you two, there's gotta be other people like you two, right? How about you guys start a recruitment thing. Maybe like find other super powered people? Once you got enough, you can start a full assault on Motherboard. I, myself, won't do it, I got better things to do, like sleep, but you guys don't seem like you sleep at all, so how's about you guys do it?"</span> Vince starts to lie down on the floor and sleep.</div><br/><div style="text-indent:1em;">Meanwhile, in the slums of California, a robot walks into an alleyway, and in there is a door. In the door leads into an office of an extraterrestrial mercenary: Raphael. Raphael was polishing his table, constructed of pure gold. He then looks up at the robot with his single eye. <span style="font-style: italic">"What do you want?"</span> The triangular merc queried. The robot's chest revealed a screen which relayed a message. It was from Motherboard. <span style="font-style: italic">"Raphael Zadd, it is my understanding that you are one of the most skilled and feared mercenaries in the entire United States. I have come to an arrangement."</span> The screen showed images of Fear, Vince and Strata. <span style="font-style: italic">"Find these men and terminate them. Your reward will be one of great value."</span> Raphael scoffed. However, the screen revealed mountains upon mountains of money. Making Raphael's once stoic eye light up. It was almost as if he was smiling.</div>