Nathan Quill sat by his desk, leant comfortably back in his chair and typing away on his keyboard with one hand while sipping to a cup of coffee with the other. This week's column on evil geniuses was dedicated to Doctor Octopus, who had recently been developing an armoured exoskeleton, certainly something to give the spider a pause for thought. The interview had been extensive, but any details were to be omitted as the suit was not yet used in combat. Nathan was, however, allowed to give all the details of the interview itself. The quote check was already out of the way, and for once, Nathan didn't have to worry about the deadline. It certainly helped that his subject this week was to be found in New York, and Nathan was grateful. It had been a while since he had time to kick back and enjoy a weekend. After sending his column to the magazine's new intern for proofreading -<span style="font-style: italic"><span style="color: #00BFFF">These young and enthusiastic sprouts can be so useful </span></span>- he stood up and went to the cafeteria for a little food. CrimiCon was right around the corner, and Nathan knew what that meant.<span style="font-style: italic"><span style="color: #00BFFF">All hell shall break loose here. And the new blood shall face their trial by fire.</span></span>He grinned, making himself an egg & salad sandwich.<span style="font-style: italic"><span style="color: #00BFFF">And it will be magnificent.</span></span><br/><br/><div><hr style="height:2px; width:100%; border:0; color: white;background:white;"/></div><br/>Dr. Aaron Andrews. Formerly feared supervillain with a penchant for airborne chemical weapons, now the not-so-much-less-feared CEO of SuperVillain Weekly. This man was travelling in his jet across the Pacific, headed for the New York department of the magazine. He was still a distance away from New York International, and so he was killing time by going through sentence reports, to find out which of his favourite subjects were about to be released. He knew, of course, that the roster would be obsolete in the morning - escapes, re-captures, antics behind the bars - all the dates could change overnight. The list was probably obsolete already. But it was a bit of a guideline, especially if you knew all the inmates in question. And Dr. Andrews did.<span style="font-style: italic"><span style="color: #8040FF">And now that all my warrants in the States have expired, I am free to relocate. I might even move the HQ to New York.</span></span>He saw the "fasten seatbelt" sign light up, and so he fastened his seatbelt and anticipated his landing. He was planning to crash the offices. Sure to surprise some of the veteran employees - and intimidate the others.<span style="font-style: italic"><span style="color: #8040FF">Oh, how I do miss the old days. But this is good, too.</span></span>