A/N: Here we are onto another project. What can I say? I had a burst of inspiration and had to get this started. If I'm lucky, this story might secure me a spot in next year's Fannies. The usual stuff, I don't own any characters except the villain (partially). Yada, Yada. On with the show!
The island resort known as Bermuda Triangle was a hotspot for shady activity due to the owner and proprietor Big Daddy Brotherson. Since the man had inside information on nearly anything, it was a very lucrative business.
It was on this night that Brotherson was expecting a customer. One of the things he thoroughly enjoyed about his business was his 'games'. He hoped this newcomer knew how the game was played.
Sure enough, in through the door stepped a tall man dressed impeccably. His appearance could make him pass for a bank manager. He gave off an air of refine and charisma. Nevertheless, Brotherson could tell this guy was naïve to the ways of the trading game. This was promising to be fun.
"Big Daddy?" the man asked.
"Indeed" Brotherson replied before his ears narrowed. "Password?"
"Glimmer" the stranger answered straightforwardly.
"Ooh, sorry" Big Daddy replied with a chuckle before motioning to his bodyguard "That was last week's password".
Brotherson's bodyguard had just put a hand on the man's shoulder when he snapped his fingers. In a flash, a huge man, bigger than the bodyguard appeared out of the shadows. In a flash, a figure was flung off the balcony and crashed into a table. Everyone present was expecting it to be another newbie who didn't know Brotherson's game. Much to their shock, however, the figure lying sprawled on the broken table, out cold, was Brotherson's guard.
Big Daddy had only a moment to get over the shock of what he just witnessed when the man approached him, seized him by his collar, and hoisted him effortlessly into the air.
"Let's cut to the chase" he said, giving off a sinister vibe "I need information that you have, so unless you want to end up like your buddy down there, you'll cooperate. Capish?"
For once in his life, Brotherson was absolutely terrified. This man clearly was different than the regular villains he dealt with. Gulping, Brotherson nodded feverishly, to which the man set him down.
"Alright, then" the stranger said nonchalantly before producing a list and handing it to Big Daddy "I need the location of these components. For your sake, I hope you know where to find them".
Brotherson looked over the list before speaking "This technology is not easy to come by, however, I do know of the labs that are working on them". He quickly wrote the names of the labs on the list besides the appropriate components before handing it back to the man, desperate to get him out of here.
After looking over the list, the stranger seemed satisfied. "A pleasure doing business with you" he said as he stood up before reaching into his vest and producing a pack of bills which he tossed onto the table "For your troubles". He then snapped his fingers and his henchman snapped to attention before following his boss to the door.
Nervously, Brotherson reached for the stack of money before picking it. Summoning all his courage, he spoke up "You're more intimidating than the usual men who come in here. May I ask what your name is?"
The man stopped in the doorway before turning around and smiled, revealing a row of jagged teeth.
"Call me…Mastermind".
TBC…