"Company! After I fall you out, you are dismissed for this month! IS THAT CLEAR, 4TH COY?!" 28-year-old Company Sergeant Major Alexander Howell yelled. The resounding shouts of "YES, SERGEANT MAJOR!" thundered from ninety British Army reserve troopers. "Fall out! You are dismissed! Have a nice month ahead!" Alex walked among his men, shaking hands, wishing them a safe month's break. After all the men dispersed, Alex met up with his two Assistant Company Sergeant Majors, Stephen Mowe and William Turnbull. They discussed briefly about the next month's plans and after that, they too, dispersed. Carrying his two kitbags, Alex strolled down the street, still wearing his No. 2 dress uniform and carrying his pace stick.
He pushed open the door to the apartment of the Legends. All except his wife 25-year-old Esther Martins were out. Esther greeted her husband with a tight hug and a quick peck on the cheek. "Hey, Esther, I'm back. Anything new?" Alex asked. Esther shook her head and continued in a tone that betrayed a hint of cheekiness. "I think…tonight we are alone, then?" Esther whispered, leaning her head on Alex's shoulder. "Yep, so let's -" Alex was cut off by an alarm. "Well, we'll have to postpone it." He said as both he and his wife dashed off to change into their uniforms.
Thirty seconds later, Alex was dressed in a bulletproof, fireproof and waterproof armoured bodysuit. He carried a combat staff, telescoped down into a one metre staff. Esther was clad in a black long-sleeved vibrantium mesh leotard, with thigh high vibrantium mesh stockings held up by a lace garter belt. She wore mid-calf slinky black boots. A lightweight back harness held her energy wings. Esther carried two long daggers. Both carried grapple guns built into their gauntlets. The two Legends then leapt forth from the apartment window and into the night sky, firing their grapple guns.
In London Maximum, the top security prison in London, the prisoners were initiating a riot. Jail wardens were killed, cell doors were ripped open, the cafeteria utterly wrecked and some of the deadliest criminals were on the loose. They included Jake Ripley, leader of the Leopards, Charlotte Jones, leader of the Dirty Doves, Nikolai Rasputin, leader of the Turncoats and Hermann Wiedling, leader of the Neo-Fascists. The four gang leaders led their gangs, also shut up in prison, to the command center of the prison. There, they humiliated and injured the prison officials, but they stopped when they heard two pairs of footsteps behind them.
Alex and Esther stood there, weapons at the ready. "It's Bishop and Phoenix!" shouted Nikolai as he raised his submachine gun and opened fire. The bullets did nothing but ricochet off the two Legends' uniforms. "Now!" Alex said as he leapt for Hermann, whirling his staff. Hermann snarled and jumped back, ripping a tyre iron out of its holder. Alex battled Hermann, clashing blows. Jake and Nikolai were sent out to wreck more havoc while Esther duelled with Charlotte.
"You can't beat me, my love." Charlotte trilled in her signature high silvery voice. Esther guarded two blows from Charlotte's machete, taunting her. "Keep your mouth shut and come at me!" Esther drove Charlotte up against a wall. "Ha! Even if you kill me, my sister Chanel will come for revenge!" Charlotte hissed through gritted teeth. Esther growled and stabbed the gang leader in the abdomen, giving her an incapacitating wound, but not enough to seriously wound her. Esther left Charlotte on the ground, moaning terribly.
Alex duelled Hermann, who was unsurprisingly stronger than a usual man. He clearly put some time into the gym, with a large muscular frame, and huge fists. He now had the upper hand and started to punch Alex back, knocking the smaller man into a wall. Hermann dealt one mighty blow, sending Alex through the wall and into the kitchen. Hermann stood over Alex and stabbed at him with a trench knife. The battlesuit sunk with the knife's weight, giving the illusion that the knife had gone into Alex, who was actually wholly uninjured. Hermann gave a shout of triumph and gave the Hitlergruss, the Fascist salute. That was his mistake, for Alex, groping behind his back, found exactly what he was looking for: an abandoned fry basket of hot oil and fries. As Hermann walked away, Alex sprang up behind him and smashed the metal basket down upon the leader of the Neo-Fascists. The sizzling oil severely burned Hermann's face and he screamed. Alex retrieved the knife which had fallen to the floor and stabbed Hermann in the stomach, only to incapacitate him.
Now Jake and Nikolai were looting the prison funds and shooting up cops. They knew that Charlotte and Hermann could handle themselves easily, so they gave no thought when the combined might of the Dirty Doves and Neo-Fascists fled from the prison. However, they soon found thirty-plus police troopers aiming their laser rifles at them. Taken by surprise, the two gang leaders had no choice but to surrender. As the four gang leaders were hauled off to a secure prison cell, nobody noticed the symbol of the Beasts concealed on the "policemen's" jackets.
Alex and Esther made their way back to the apartment, where Phillip was sitting on the couch, lifting dumbbells, but he looked bored. Obviously, his mission to buy the next day's groceries had succeeded. Phillip cracked a smile at the sight of his two friends and offered them two cups of tea. "We succeeded." Alex said as he emerged from the bathroom, freshly washed and dressed. Phillip nodded and sipped his tea.
Soon, the other members of the Legends returned one by one, each having accomplished their own individual missions. Sam had routed a troop of Turncoats fleeing from the prison. Adler had broken apart a gang war between the New Yakuza and the Dragons, and put the two gang leaders, Tomii Yamashita and Shaun Thambiah, in prison. Jael had quelled a major bank robbery. Suddenly, an alarm blared. "Well, looks like the Rebels, led by…Mikhail Mikaelovich, have started an illegal gathering in a hotel." Phillip stated, reading off his gauntlet display. "It's my turn!" Phillip said, strapping on his armoured bodysuit and boots. He removed two streamlined pulse shotguns off a rack labelled with a sign saying "Property of Phillip Stephen. Steal and you will die! :)". "I'll see you guys in a bit." Phillips said and grappled up through the window.
Phillip landed on a ledge opposite Bulgari Hotel. The Rebels were throwing out bureaucrats dressed in suits and cocktail dresses. Their leader, renegade British Army Colonel Mikhail Mikaelovich, was shouting words of encouragement to his gang as he single-handedly tossed a British MP out of the hotel and onto the street. One Rebel put a pistol to a bureaucrat's head, but was stunned by a hard kick to the back. Phillip had grappled down and incapacitated him. Mikhail looked up and his face twisted with rage when he saw the hero rise from his unconscious gang member's body. "YOU! JUSTICE!" He roared as he drew a pulse pistol and opened fire. Phillip dodged the blast and fired both guns. The Rebel leader shrugged off the stun blasts and tackled Phillip to the ground, landing hard punches. Phillip's head was buffeted to the left and right, but he managed to stay focussed and violated all laws of sportsmanship by kneeing Mikhail below the belt with planet-cracking force. Mikhail doubled up in pain and fell off Phillip, clutching his shattered privates. Phillip rose and put his foot on Mikhail's head, pointing his stun gun down at the Rebel leader. "Surrender and I'll haul your ass of to prison instead of shooting you through the head." Mikhail merely laughed, though. "Zasadite yego seychas (Ambush him now)!" he yelled. Phillip turned, only to see a Rebel aiming a knife and hurl it. The knife didn't cause a serious wound, just a 2-cm puncture in the shoulder, but it was enough to make Phillip grunt and lose his footing. Mikhail was on his feet in a flash, albeit unsteadily because of the kick Phillip had given him. Kicking Phillip brutally in the ribs, Mikhail stood triumphantly with a machete raised.
However, Phillip had one last card to play. Pressing the switch installed on his gauntleted palm, he triggered a smoke-and-gas grenade that he had pre-emptively attached onto his boot. The smoke obscuring his movement and the gas causing Mikhail to choke and gasp, Phillip rose to his feet and punched Mikhail as hard as he could in the face. Mikhail went down, out cold, and his gang fled. Phillip hauled Mikhail to a wrecked police car and tied him to it.
Phillip returned to the apartment where the Legends were just starting to have dinner. "Sorry for being so late." Phillip apologised as he grabbed a medpac, filled with zhide, a fast-acting healing fluid. Attaching the medpac over his shoulder wound, Phillip sat down and started eating dinner with his teammates.