Dee Vasquez
Dee was bored out of her mind. She didn't mind meetings terribly, but there was something to say about having to sit through a bunch of studio bigwigs talking about possible fund cuts, and about dragging the Steel Samurai a bit longer, and listening to Sal's stomach growling like a bear next to her definitely didn't help anything. She wished she could call her mobsters to just break the whole thing up, but she knew that would pose some problems. Sighing, she flipped open a notebook and began to jot down new ideas for the next episode of the Steel Samurai, knowing that Sal would update her on what she missed when the meeting was over. Always diligent, he began to scribble notes on the pad in front of him as soon as he noticed Dee had tuned out. One of the bigwigs grunted and announced a lunch break, much to both Dee and Sal's evident pleasure.
Exiting the trailer, Dee was greeted with a sight that made her blood run cold. The Steel Samurai, Hero of Neo Olde Tokyo, was standing, no, posing before the trailer. He seemed to be waiting for someone, and his grip on the Samurai Spear looked less than friendly.
"Powers, what do you want? Don't you know we're in an important meeting right now?" Dee drawled.
"Will's taking a bit of a nap right now, and you're obviously on break Miss Vasquez." The voice from the costume was not that of Will Powers, and Dee immediately knew what the situation was.
"Hammer? Isn't it a little odd to steal that costume just to come and visit me? What do you want?"
His voice, she would always remember how it sounded when he spoke. His last words were utterly calm, the eye of a hurricane aimed right at her.
"Miss Vasquez, I've come for revenge against you, and against all that you've forced me to do for the past five years. It's time for you to meet the same fate as your dear…"
"Don't you dare say his name!" Her cool was lost now, but he didn't care. He stalked across the dirt road, raising the spear to attack. Advancing on Vasquez by climbing the stairs, he was almost upon her when she reached out and
pushed.
The sound was the second thing that haunted her now, in the small cell she would be forced to spend the rest of her time in. The mixture of a thump and a squelch, a disgusting, vile sound that echoed in the stone chamber.
Dee wrapped her arms around her legs, sobbing silently.