Chapter One
Location: Alcatraz Island, San Francisco, California, United States
Timedate: 1st March 2020
In the vast shores of the city, stood an island that most thought was abandoned, but was in truth had since been used by the mysterious organisation. Within its cells, once used to imprison the most notorious of human criminals, now contained specimens of vampires, werewolves, gillmen, and other strange creatures, be they supernatural or otherwise. Across the base, several men and women in dark clothing and armour watched and kept guard over these beasts should at least one attempt to escape. Other people in white or grey lab coats observed the behaviours and traits of such things, closely and carefully.
Deep in this sub-active facility, sitting firmly in his office, a peculiar man of earliest sixties in typical black suit and trousers waited silently and patiently. He looked intently at his laptop, scrolling through photos and files of various unique individuals. Soon enough, the door in front of him opened, revealing another fellow figure; this one of early thirties donned in dark bluish-grey body armour.
"Doctor Cranley," the agent spoke with a light English accent.
"Ah yes, Agent Thomas Marvel," the doctor realised, speaking with his natural northern accent.
"You called for me here?" Thomas asked for certainty.
"Indeed I have," Cranley quickly assured before he got up from his desk and handed a newspaper to the younger man a newspaper. On the front were big thick black text saying, 'COBOLT FOUNDER FAKES SUICIDE', alongside a mugshot photo of a clean-shaven man staring back intensely. "Recognise this man?"
"Not really, no," Thomas slightly shook his head.
"Doctor Adrian Griffin of Cobolt Tech Industries," Cranley introduced. "We've had our eyes on him for some time. My daughter, Flora, and my good friend, Arthur Kemp, have worked for his company since its foundation."
"What's so special about him exactly?" Thomas questioned.
"Not only was he a child prodigy, but he also came from a long line of infamous doctors and scientists, the Griffin family and bloodline," Cranley explained. "Recently, he faked his own suicide, leaving his inheritance to his fiancé, Cecilia Kass. However, it turns out he did this so he could pursue her with the use of an invisible suit. He had managed to recreate what an old lost family serum was able to achieve. He has cheated fate and death itself more than once."
"So I take it my mission is simple?"
"More or less. Of course however, it's not just your mission, for you'll be bringing a team with you, in case as always. Find him, his ex-fiancé, and the suits."
"Consider it done, sir."
"It better will be so," Cranley huffed as he sat back down on his chair. "You never know, there may be other forces out there who would wish to use such power for their own gain..."
Elsewhere in California, a blonde pale woman wandered up a mostly empty street, clutching a black bag of sorts. The memory of the life she took rung fresh in her mind, but the murder didn't affect her one bit, for she was finally free. The darkness of the night slowly fell away as the blue sky turned into a slightly brighter shade and the sun rose from the horizon.
Even if and when she did make it look like the man slashed his own throat, she knew some authorities and other people would have suspicions, especially after her disappearance. So whether she knew this or not, she may had to become like him, and become invisible. Just ahead, she spotted a few various buses driving by, and then she knew she was already getting close to she wanted to go.
Not too close nor far behind, basking in refuge of shadows, away from the coming light, a wrinkled man in a blue suit sat near a café patiently, quietly tapping his sharp nails on the table. To his side, he spotted the woman, staring with intent eyes. He immediately sensed her thoughts, her hopes, and her past sins. More importantly though, he sensed what she was hiding and concealing in her bag, something of human invention and innovation, something he believed he could use as part of his immortal game of revenge.
There was still enough distant between the two so the woman wouldn't be able to notice the man staring at her. As soon as the woman passed by and began making her way to the bus station, he got up, straightened his suit, and followed her.
"Let the games continue..." the sinister, immortal man spoke.
To be continued...