Henchman John Reese was in need of a new job.
He had been stuck in an entry level position with little room for advancement for some time with his previous employer. Then he began to suspect that the Evil Organization was about to downsize him – permanently.
Reese had decided to jump ship first. So he had stuffed as many weapons and office supplies into his duffle bag as he could fit and left his resignation on a post-it note on his supervisor's desk. Well, the resignation was really a drawing of a smiley face sticking out its tongue and giving the middle finger, but John figured the pressure-sensitive bomb under Snow's chair would get the message across. Nothing says "I Quit" like a bundle of C4.
Not sure what his next move should be, Reese decided that New York city was his best bet. It had the highest concentration of Supervillains, and any respectable Evil Organization would have at least a branch office there if not their headquarters. Fortunately there was always a lot of turnover in the henchmen and minion positions, so there should be some openings. The trick was finding the right position. Nobody relished being canon fodder.
John had perused various Soldier of Fortune magazines but nothing caught his eye. He had also put the word out at various seedy bars but no nibbles. Only some temp positions with a few small criminal crews, nothing with long-term placement. In order to make rent he was forced to search through Craig's List for any one-off gigs until he could find something more permanent.
It was after a round of fruitless web searching that he was surprised by an incoming email. The email spoke of a possible position, and included a rather extensive background questionnaire as an attachment. With no better prospects at the moment, Reese spent an evening filling out the 100 page document before sending it and his resume as a reply. The recipient must have been impressed, as a follow-up email with an invite to a face-to-face interview arrived the next day. So Reese put on his most expensive suit, holstered his favorite gun, and strapped his lucky knife to his ankle before heading out to the diner where the interview would take place.
He made sure he arrived early so that he could case the joint before the meeting. Satisfied that it wasn't a trap, he ventured inside to find his prospective boss. The man was seated at a booth near the back, with a good view of the diner and all the exits. He had on a nice suit, tasteful and not too flashy, and was typing away at a laptop on the table with a cup of tea and a half-eaten muffin set beside it. After introductions "Mr. Finch" placed a small whirring device on the table to ensure their privacy, and then began to question John about a few points on his resume and questionnaire. John tensed slightly when the other man brought out a briefcase and opened it, but relaxed when he simply removed a folder outlining the details of his "organization" and the open position.
As John perused the documents he tried to conceal his excitement. A start-up organization! Clearly this Mr. Finch was an Evil Genius making the transition from Mad Scientist to Supervillain. Everyone knew that the Evil Genius was the backbone of any Evil Organization's or Supervillain's crew, crafting the weapons and other items needed to be successful. No one wanted to be out in the field with outdated or sub-par equipment. Just look at the poor schmucks working for Vector, having to use squid guns. That was just embarrassing. This Mr. Finch seemed organized, familiar with cutting-edge technology, and not too "mad" for a Mad Scientist.
If things went well Finch might soon make a name for himself. And if John played his cards right, he might end up as Head Henchman or even Right-Hand Man!