The year is 2020, and the superheroes have gone missing.<br/><br/>About seventy five years ago, possibly as a side effect from World War II, humanity began to experience a change. It started slow, but as the years passed, it became more and more obvious that it couldn't be covered up. For most, it manifested in simple things; minor cosmetic improvements, ridiculous, near-useless abilities, or simply enhancements that could be chalked up to good genetics. By the turn of the century, though, nearly one in every ten people born had some sort of superhuman ability that was identifiable, and many of them were quite powerful. Villains arose, and powerful, government-controlled supers replaced nuclear weapons, almost overnight. Tiny African countries became world contenders, when they developed their own strong super. Technology accelerated at a reckless, almost schizophrenic pace. The world seemed to be careening toward a bright, interesting future.<br/><br/>Three months ago, however, all of the major supers simply vanished.<br/><br/>No one saw them leave. No one was even aware they were gone for hours. No recordings, no eyewitness observations, nothing. Even the aliens who'd set up colonies on Mars didn't know for sure what had happened. Some suspected a conspiracy; that all the supers banded together, for some reason, to pull a hoax. Some suspected an attack from an unknown source, but as time passed, without sign of them, or any demands being made, people grew nervous. Countries now lacked their best superweapons. Major criminal empires now stood leaderless. The world was left needing heroes.<br/><br/>Unfortunately, it wasn't going to find one here. Yet.<br/><br/>This is the story of Terry Rodrick, a relatively small-time independent contact man who tended to work for the darker side of the law, mostly because they pay better. This is the story of a man who can, given enough time, fix or build almost anything. This is the story of the man who very well might save the world.<br/><br/>This is the story of a man who has three Russian gangsters in his office, with a rather large gun leveled at his head.