"All right, then.  Let's be off."<br/><br/>Dr. Omega led the Spoiler and the ninjas into one of his unique high-tech vehicles, a chrome contraption about the size of a small bus, which promptly zoomed deeper underground, through a series of disused subway tunnels, and out into the air several dozen miles to the east.  It must have been camouflaged somehow since no one seemed to take notice of it.<br/><br/>Maybe ten minutes later, the craft landed silently on a beach, behind a rocky outcropping.  Dr. Omega directed the hapless ninjas to carry two heavy-looking briefcases, and they headed for an "abandoned" warehouse near the waterfront, apparently the closest thing to neutral ground they had for meeting a rogue Atlantean.<br/><br/>A large table was set up, looking rather out of place in the center of the old warehouse.  Behind it waited Lord Trepian, a tall, powerfully built Atlantean with deep blue skin.  He dressed in dark green and black armor, with a bright red cape, and held a nasty-looking trident which he claimed to be his symbol of "authority."  Two lighter-skinned Atlantean warriors flanked him, holding spears, and guarding a small crate behind them.  (It was hard to say just how powerful Trepian was personally, but he was known to be a mutant with power over water and ice, which certainly made him formidable in the ocean.)<br/><br/>"It's about time you got here, surfacer," Trepian rumbled as Dr. Omega's group entered.  "We haven't got all day."<br/><br/>"Come now, Lord Trepian, we're both busy men."  The bad doctor gestured for the ninjas to hurry up with their cargo.  "I've no more desire to waste time than you..."