Brick and his brothers read all of the letters that where sent to them. No address or anything, which meant someone had dropped the letters off, personally. He skimmed through the typed words, smirking. He only eyes the amount of money they'd get paid.
These letters where special, and not to mess around with. But, Brick took the letters that had the most money offered to him and his brothers. He wanted the most money, and he had ordered them. Greatest to least. He'd do all of the requests, but in that order.
The first one. He starred at it. The typing was well written, and Brick could easily tell—without his superpowers—that the man or woman who had written this was very wealthy. He read the letter.
It read: Dear Anonymous, I have recently discovered your work. Your work will get you a lot of money, I guarantee you. But, I have a secret company that does that type of work. With all of your work that you have done recently, I am proud to say that we want you and your team to join us. It's a large company, but it is very well hidden to the people and all other beings—the Powerpuff Girls, to be exact—and we do this sort of thing all the time. But you, a couple of supposed amateurs, are certainly not amateurs. And I am compelled, wondering why in the blue mighty Hell you're not with us. You are very... secretive and skilled. And you are ranked 150 percent. The damn thing only goes to 100! How is this possible?
Well, I want you in my company.
We have an appointment. Tomorrow, 6PM. Be there so we can discuss everything. And our company thinks there are 3 of you. There will be 3 cards and a map to where to find us. If you do, however, come, flash this to any person working around the building, and they'll run like hell.
I hope to see you.
Mrs. Morbucks.
Brick stared at the thick, creme paper. He stiffened when he read the name. Mrs. Morbucks? The millionaire—excuse me—trillion, billionaire? Mrs. Morbucks, the mother of the most hated bitch (Princess Morbucks) in the world? Mrs. Morbucks, who'd have the power to make a secret, evil company? That Mrs. Morbucks?
But then again, this could be an other joke.
But, who would want to joke about this? They got all of the facts right! And everything! Brick examined the finger prints. If it where to be Mrs. Morbucks herself, there would of been finger prints that where correctly lines, and everything. And nails to brush on the paper. Manicured nails. Even at least a bit of smell. Nothing. Of course, she wouldn't come to this part of town. This criminal infested town. The back of the paper caught his eye.
He read the back part.
By the way, you three will get paid 5,000 dollars a week. Each.
I hope this is a well compromise.
Hopefully, I will see you then.
Brick ignored the money. He usually wasn't in it for the money, but only for the fun of killing and robbing the ones that had hurt others. He felt good to do that. but, an other piece of paper was handed to him by his blonde brother. The rent.
"We haven't payed it in over 3 months, and the owner is gettin' pretty pissed. Let's do some work. We owe over three thousand dollars already." Boomer flopped down next to him and grabbed the paper that was in his hand. He read it swiftly, and looked up at Brick. Boomer turned the paper around and smiled. "Dude, we can totally use the money! Plus, there are jobs outside of this one!"
Brick thought about it for a moment, and looked at his dark-haired brother's room. The door was closed, and he has been unusually quiet.
"Butch! What the fuck are you doing?" And aggravated Brick shouted. He hated it when Butch got quiet. Too quiet.
"Smokin' some weed." Came Butch's muffled voice. Brick sighed, and decided to talk to him the next day. He wouldn't like to explain plans when Butch would be high. He wouldn't like that. He wouldn't know what to do.
"Get some sleep!" And that was all that came from Brick that night, as he got up and walked towards his small room. Boomer went to his, turning off all of the lights and laying on his worn down bed.
Maybe I could use the money to do some good for us. Maybe a better place to stay, better food, and better everything, Brick thought as he wandered off to sleep, as his cinnamon eyes shut closed.
"Hurry the hell up, Butch!" Brick yelled, banging on his brother's door. He was hungry, and was sure as hell he wasn't going to cook. After this appointment, they'd go to some burger shack.
Butch opened the door and smirked. He passed Brick, and Brick frowned, smelling the weed on his clothing.
They flew towards the big building, making sure not to be seen by people. It got fairly easy when you did hide most of your life—including in your job.
They landed in the front, making sure there weren't cameras, and went through the steel, double doors.
Brick went first, Boomer and Butch tailing behind him.
"Excuse me, but I have an appointment at 6PM and—"
"Oh my! Y-yes sir's, please come w-with me!" She stuttered with fear. She lead them through offices and stopped at a big one. She opened the door with pushing many digits in.
"Come in!" She said, closing the door behind them. Brick only looked at the room and smirked when he saw Mrs. Morbucks in the middle of the room with a vanilla folder and 10 security guards behind her. The three boys sat down as Mrs. Morbucks wrinkled her nose, smelling the distant weed.
"You are the—" She was cut off with the letter Brick gave her that she had originally sent.
She smirked.
"So? Are you in?" She asked. Brick looked to his brothers. Boomer nodded and Butch only smirked, which was a yes.
Brick looked at the red-head and opened his mouth.
"What are you going to give us? And, how can we trust you to keep our secret?" Brick asked.
Mrs. Morbucks smiled. "Oh, no need to worry about, boy. I am trusting you with my secret of having a top secret agency that involves stealing and killing. So, you have my trust if I have yours. Second." Mrs. Morbucks pulled out an other vanilla folder, looking through the thick papers, pulling out a blueprint. "This is a blueprint of a marvelous condo with amazing view. And, it's top secret. The people that live there, too, are all busy business men and woman who don't have time for socializing."
She pulled out an other paper as Brick studied the condo. It was an apartment, but a gigantic part of it was theirs. She pulled out 3 pictures of cars. Boomer took the blue model, and studied it.
"Koenigsegg Agera R, V8 Twin Turbo engine. This robust behemoth generates a mind-blowing 1,115hp at 6,900 rpm all the way to 7,250 rpm. All this power is coupled with an impressive 885lb-ft of torque at 4100rpm. All this impeccable figures translates to a demonic 0-60mph acceleration of just 2.9 seconds. And the wonders of this car do not stop at the engine specifications alone. For instance, the Agera R can run on multiple fuel types such as E85 and E100 bio-fuels, as well as regular 95 octane gas. The bio-fuels gives the car maximum horsepower as power output is reduced by about 100hp and 100lb-ft torque when regular fuel is used. Still, that feature is quite surprising by any standards. Another note-worthy feature of the car is its suspension system. Koenigsegg names it the Triplex rear suspension. This ingenious suspension set up connects a shock absorber and coil spring to each rear wheel. This configuration enables the car to be raised or lowered on demand because each wheel can affect the other as the extra spring partners in series with the normal suspension and dampers to achieve the desired height." Mrs. Morbucks smirked as Boomer almost slobbered all over the paper.
"I'm sorry, Mrs. Morbucks, but we don't share like brothers should. Especially a car." Butch crossed his hands.
Mrs. Morbucks smiled and nodded, pulling an other picture of a car. It was green and black, and Butch almost fainted by the sight of it.
"Hennessey Venom GT." Butch blinked his eyes and sucked all of the car's features in.
Mrs. Morbucks nodded. "The exterior design looks like it comes out of Bruce Wayne's or Tony Starks garage, but the car's road power makes it a superhero in itself. The Hennessey Venom GT has for an engine a 6.2-liter LS9 twin-turbo V-8, similar to the engine on the Chevrolet Corvette ZR1 one of the fastest production cars released. Airflow management was initially done on CAD. They used it to simulate airflow to improve the engine and body design. The hood of the car cannot be accessed, although it contains two radiators with fans that help maintain the engine cool. Hennessey stresses the idea that the cooler the engine, the more horsepower you get. The car is offered in a mid-engine rear drive power-train with horsepower ranging from 725 to 1200. The drive train is provided by a Ricardo 6 speed transmission. The shifter is patterned after the Lotus, but upcoming models will see a switch to the Ford GT styled shifter. Rumors abound that the Hennessey Venom GT has either tied or broken the record of the Bugatti Veyron Super Sports record of 267 mph. We have yet to hear from reliable sources to make the record official." Mrs. Morbocks shuffeled through some papers and brought out an other blueprint, giving it to Brick.
"Bugatti Veyron Super Sport," Brick mumbled. On the outside, he wasn't so happy, but on the inside, he felt like he had won a million-fucking-dollars.
"The Veyron Super Sport gets its power from a 16 cylinder engine helped by 4 bi-turbochargers with a displacement of 487.8 cu in. Because each cylinder has four valves, this means the Veyron SS has a total of 64 valves. The engine configuration is that same as combining two V8 engines which make it look like a W than a V. This generates a total of 1200 horsepower, nearly 200 hp more that the previous model. It uses a dual-clutch direct-shift gearbox that is computer controlled automatic having seven gear ratios. The gear box is built by Ricardo of England. Given the opportunity, you can either drive the Veyron SS in fully automatic or semi-automatic mode. To replace a transmission on this car will cost you $172,000.00 dollars. Another feature in the Bugatti Veyron SS that makes it stand out is that it uses ten radiators, which help to keep the car cool after generating all that heat and speed. One radiator each for the engine oil, differential oil, transmission oil, and the AC system; at the same time there are three radiators each for the engine and the inter-coolers. Michelin designed specialtires to meet the specs for which the Veyron was designed, high speeds. When replacing a set of tires for the Veyron SS, it costs $ 36,000.00 for a set of four. Braking for the Veyron SS is made by SGL Carbon, which is a carbon fiber reinforced silicon carbide composite disc. This type of brakes is suitable for less brake fading which works best for the Bugatti Veyron. The Bugatti hits 0-62 mph in less than 3 seconds at 2.4 seconds. The progression in hitting given metrics for the Veyron SS include 150mph at 10 second, 186 mph at under 15 seconds, and in less than a minute, you could be going as fast as 245 mph." Mrs. Morbucks took a moment to suck in their faces. They where so surprised.
"And—"
"And?" Brick asked, wide-eyed.
"And, we will have a race track for you to drive your cars around. With cars built for speed, you won't be going anywhere in Townsville. So, we'll have that set for you. All we need is all of the information that you can give me and the company, and it will be top secret, nobody out of the company will know—"
"Leave." Brick was glaring at the 10 guards. They hesitated, but broke sweat with that death glare Brick gave them. Mrs. Morbucks nodded and they ran out. The steal doors where closed the moment they left.
"Take down the camera's." Brick looked at Mrs. Morbucks without even looking for the camera's.
She nodded, pressing a button from under the desk. The camera's twitched, but went down.
After Brick was positively sure that the camera's where gone, he turned to Mrs. Morbucks. "We're the Rowdyruff Boys."
Mrs. Morbucks glanced at all 3 boys. She squinted her eyes, and then she shook her head. "Prove it."
Boomer started floating around, Butch made a green energy ball in his hands, and Brick made a fireball, floating in front of her.
"Sign here, and here. We'll send a limousine right away to your new condo, Brick, Boomer and Butch." They signed the contract. "Welcome to the Company of Mémoire."
And Brick knew that meant 'memory' in French.
"Hey, how may I direct your call?"
"Are the Rowdyruff Boys free to do a job?" The person on the other line said.
Melody, the top operator in the company said, "I'm sorry, but they're packed for the whole month. I can make an appointment for next month, if you'd like."
"Please."
"Alright, hopefully everything will be resolved by then. Your name?"
"Mike Anderson." The guy responded, followed by him hanging up.
Melody sighed, writing the name down. The phone quickly rang.
"How may I direct your call?"
"Are the Rowdyruff's free?"
"No but—"
"Melody, please. Let me talk to them, personally."
Melody sighed as she directed the woman on the other side of the phone to Brick's cell.
"Hello?" Brick answered, just finishing off his last mission, reviewing the stolen files he had to retrieve for a guy.
"I have a job for you—"
"Stop right there. Next month." But, the woman kept going.
"Are you familiar with the Powerpuff girls?"
Brick stopped dead in his tracks, stiffening. His heart fell to the ground. He did not want nothing to do with them. Nothing. They tried to kill them when they where only boys. Little, confused, oblivious boys.
"Yes. What the hell does this have to do with me?" He sneered.
"Well, I just wanted to get my old son reconnected by his old monkey father."
Brick widened his eyes ecen more, to where it had fallen to the floor.
"Mojo."
"Freeze!" A girl's voice said from behind him. He made sure to cover his eyes with his hair, but through the strands, he could easily tell who those pink eyes belonged to.
"You are under arrest for stealing!" She said, flying over to Brick and hand cuffing him.
"Fuck!" Brick seethed.
-end of ch. 1-