Is there anything worse than waking up in an unknown lab somewhere, with a pounding head, and no memory of how you got there?

Ya, waking up in an unknown lab somewhere, with a pounding head, no memory of how you got there, and a large clank charging at you. At least thats what Moloch Von Zinzer, Agatha Heterodynes not minion, decided right at that moment.

The clanks charged, Moloch ran. With an ease born of long practice he leapt to his feet, took stock of the room, and bolted for the door. Two halls,three doors, and one flight of stairs later the clanks had cornered him.

"Ok, don't panic, focus, how can you not get killed this time?" he thought for probably the fifth time in as many days.

"So where are we?" He looked around, he appeared to be in a living room with several chairs a couch or two and a bookshelf. He grabbed the first heavy book he could get his hands on, and smacked the nearest clank. The thing stumbled back into its fellows and exploded.

"huh, pretty shoddy workmanship." He thought as he was thrown over the couch by the blast where his head hit the wall and he passed out.

There are voices coming from the other side of the couch. One was clearly angry, the other was calm and sarcastic. They argue for a few minutes before four other voices join them. Three male and one female. All of them are speaking english, which doesn't really help Moloch sense he only speaks German. What he can tell from them is that there are six other people in the room and they probably won't be happy to see him.

He carefully sat up and looked over the back of the couch. The angry voice belonged to a man who was probably in his twenties with blond hair, blue eyes, and a shield with a star on it in. The sarcastic one is another man who looks a little older than the first, with brown hair and a goatee. Three of the other voices must belong to a short man with brown hair and a purple shirt, a woman with red hair, and another blond man who was eating some sort of pastry. He couldn't see the owner of the fourth voice.

Suddenly a seventh voice came out of nowhere, it sounded british and reminded him of Wooster. Several long years of living in Castle Heterodyne meant that he didn't visibly react to the Voice but he tense up, prepared to jump up and run in a second if it tried to kill him.

The Voice spoke to the snarky man, who nodded and pulled some sort of metal bracelet out of his pockets. The snarky man said something to the Voice and suddenly the bookshelf tipped over.

Having expected this sort of thing Moloch jumped out of the way with time to spare. But then stopped dead in his tracks to keep from skewering him self on the arrow that the owner of the last voice was pointing at him.

Verdammt.