If I owned City of Heroes/Villains I wouldn't be writing fan-fics, I'd be writing new content for the game.
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The plush carpeting muffled the sound of his footfalls as he walked down the halls of the prestigious Golden Giza looking for room 2552. The place certainly lived up to its reputation. Everything was immaculate. There wasn't a trace of dust, dirt, or fingerprints anywhere. The well-dressed staff was quiet and courteous, always smiling or nodding but never inquiring as to your business in the halls. If you managed to get to this level of the Giza, you were obviously supposed to be here and the less anyone else knew about what you were doing, the better for all involved. Finally, the elusive number came into view. A corner suite? Whoever set this up is either looking to really impress him, or just has more money than they really know what to do with. Either way, this should be interesting.
As he went to insert the keycard, he hesitated. Is it really going to be that simple? Just walk in the room, sit down, and talk to whomever they sent? His contact had given him no reason to suspect anything else, but then again, in the Rogue Isles, you learn to lie almost as soon as you learn to speak. Well ...it's not as if he couldn't have backup here at a moments notice, so why not. Nothing ventured, nothing gained, as they say.
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The figure sitting in the plush chair watching TV nearly jumped out of his skin when he heard the mechanism of the lock click open. Quickly, he was up out of the chair fumbling with the remote to shut off the television. As the door swung open, he quickly tried to calm his nerves and gather his wits. You never knew what you were going to get on an assignment like this, but if it worked out, Johnny T knew that his career would be set.
"Ah, you're here!" exclaimed Johnny, "Thank you so much for taking the time to come here. I realize that you must be ill at ease but I assure you that everything here is exactly as it seems. I am simply here to talk with you and hopefully we can come to an agreement which will be beneficial to us both."
Johnny Ts' outburst was greeted with silence from his guest as he closed the door behind him and strode into the room. He appeared to be casually looking at the room as he walked, but Johnny knew better. He was looking for something. For anything. Any indication that this was a set-up. Some subtle clue that would tell him that this meeting wasn't what it was supposed to be. Any excuse to send him back to the offices of the Rogue Isle Protector in various sizes of zip-lock bags. Johnny was nearly too nervous to breathe as he awaited some sort of response.
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The man in the room started yammering at him almost as soon as he entered. While he couldn't help but hear what was said, he paid it no mind for the moment. Reaching out with his senses, he searched the room as well as the area around it for signs of danger as he slowly approached his host. Once satisfied that there was no hidden threat lurking about, he finally took notice of the man once again. He looked like he was about to piss himself, but from fear or excitement, it was hard to tell. In a deep, commanding, and almost human sounding voice, he finally said "Phipps told me that someone wanted to talk to me, but not who they were or what about. My continued presence in this room, as well as your continued existence, depends solely on how I feel about what you have to say. Choose your words carefully."
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A/N: This is my first attempt an any sort of fan-fiction. Let me know what you think. I'll try to get the next chapter up soon.