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The League of Extraordinary Gentlemen 2004
Clark stretched a little in his quarters in the 'League-mobile', as his new friends and teammates called it, and glanced out of his window. The view outside was, while not exactly breathtaking, still very impressive; massive buildings, towering high up all around them. Based on what he could see, Clark was prepared to bet that it wasn't Metropolis he was in; more likely New York or Los Angeles.
Just as that thought had finished forming in his mind, however, a sharp knocking on his door interrupted him. Getting out of bed, he pulled a dressing gown over his pyjamas and opened the door.
Standing outside was the woman he recognised as Fiona Brand, the League's 'invisible woman', if he remembered her powers correctly. She was wearing the same outfit he'd seen her in yesterday, except she'd changed into a leather jacket and trousers instead of yesterday's denim ones.
"We're nearly at our destination," she told him, as he blinked a little to allow his eyes to adjust to the light; even he sometimes had trouble with that. "Get dressed fast; we want to present a bit of a professional attitude."
Then she turned around and left him standing in his door.
Shrugging, Clark shut the door and turned towards his wardrobe. At top speed, he might be able to be dressed and with the rest of the League in about a minute.
*****
A couple of minutes later, all six members of the League were standing outside a massive, modern-looking building. It gave the general appearance of being a fairly average law firm, albeit a fairly average and very expensive law firm.
Elektra looked over at Bond with a quizzical glint in her eyes. "Who're we recruiting here?" she asked. "Johnny Cochrane?"
"No, the man we're after is far more talented than that," Bond replied, as the League began to walk towards the door. "He just acquired the law firm as thanks for saving the world, and generally uses it for anything he wants. He and his friends are lawyers in no way but name."
As Bond finished speaking, the League had entered the lobby of the building and began to walk towards the front desk, passing people holding all kinds of papers and other such things. Elektra stared in amazement at one sword that someone was carrying, and the Doctor noted with some interest the large form of some rather impressive-looking scientific equipment.
As for Harry, he briefly winced as he saw someone holding a couple of serpents, prompting a concerned tap on the shoulder from Clark.
"You OK?" he asked his new friend.
Harry nodded. "Yeah, yeah, I'm fine," he said, sounding normal enough now. "It's just, well... I had a bad experience with snakes some years back. Plus, they were the constant symbol of the man who killed my parents; I still get a little edgy around them at first sight."
Clark nodded understandingly.
While they'd been talking, the League had finally arrived at the front desk, where an attractive, if slightly young, brunette was sitting, typing away at a computer. She looked up at the League as they stopped in front of her.
"Can I help you?" she asked politely. Privately, some of the League were amazed at the fact that she was working here; she seemed to be only around seventeen.
However, Bond and the Doctor weren't too bothered by it, apparently. Bond simply continued to talk as though nothing unusual was going on, and the Doctor was acting as though he saw this sort of thing every day.
"Yes, you can," he said. "We're here to speak to Angel. Is he in?"
The girl nodded, and pointed at a nearby elevator. "Just take that up to the top floor," she said. "It'll get you right to his office; he should be there by now." As the League walked away, Clark's heightened hearing picked up something extra that the girl was whispering under her breath. "That is, if he's not busy with my sister..."
*****
After a couple of minutes in the elevator, the League emerged from the elevator into a very comfortable-looking office. It was large, with some wooden panelling on the walls along with some black stonework and a grey carpet, coupled with a TV screen on one wall and a large desk in the centre of the room, with a couple of busts on pedestals beside the window.
There were only two people in the room at present; a man and a woman, both sitting behind the desk. The man was dressed in a black shirt, black trousers and shoes, and a long dark leather duster, and had hair that stuck up in a manner that looked almost natural rather than achieved with gel. The woman was wearing a white top and jeans, with black high-heeled shoes, and she had long blond hair. However, that was all anyone could see, given that to the two were making out on the chair behind the desk in such a manner that their faces were hidden from view.
After a couple of minutes watching this, Clark coughed politely to alert them to the presence of the League.
Instantly, the two of them split apart, looking at the League with a slightly sheepish expression on their faces. Now that their faces were invisible, it could be seen that both of them were extremely good-looking people, baring the lipstick that was smudged all over their faces.
The man was the first one to regain his composure.
"Hi," he said, looking at the League and holding his hand out to the nearest member (It was Fiona). "I'm Angel, the head of this firm. This is Buffy Summers, my vice-president..." he said, trailing off as though unsure how to proceed.
"And your girlfriend?" Fiona asked casually as she shook his hand. "Relax; that bit was rather easy to work out. My name's Fiona Brand, and these are my colleagues, James Bond, Harry Potter, Doctor John Smith, Elektra Natchios and Clark Kent."
"Ah," Buffy said, smiling at them all. "So, what can we do for you?"
"There's not much time to say this, so I'll just say it," Bond said. "We're interested in recruiting Angel's services to save the world."
Angel arched an eyebrow. "Me? Why me?"
"Well, overall we could have gone for either of you," the Doctor put in casually. "After all, you're both superhumanly strong, both highly knowledgeable about various forms of combat, and have a wide knowledge of the occult. It's just that Angel has around two centuries more of it that you have," he said, looking over to Buffy in an almost apologetic manner.
The two of them stared at the Doctor in a state of shock.
"You know?" Buffy gasped out, as though she half-wanted the Doctor to deny it.
"Well, it's not like you even try to keep your activities secret from the world, like the MiB," the Doctor shrugged. "Anyway, right now we have a serious situation with the Dracula class of vampire, and we need your help in our little team."
"Team?" Angel asked, curiously. "What team?"
"Our team," Elektra said, indicating the rest of the League. "A spy, a time traveller, an alien, a wizard, an invisible woman, an alien, and myself, a warrior. As far as we've been able to gather, we're dealing with vampires that you call the 'Dracula-class', and we're going to need your experience to help us out." She shrugged. "Sorry if I'm a little blunt, but I'm really a little bit inexperienced with the whole supernatural thing myself. So, will you help us?"
Angel looked around himself for a couple of minutes, as though evaluating his current life, and then nodded.
"If you'll agree to a condition of mine, I'm in," he said, looking over at Bond.
"The condition being?" Bond asked.
"That, if we're ever dealing with something major, Buffy be called in to help us fight it," Angel said. "Whatever else I may have, I'd rather have her love behind me than any forces you can offer."
"Fair enough," Bond replied, nodding at the vampire. "After all, we already have one reserve member; why not two?"
"Two?" Angel asked as he shook Bond's hand. "Who's the second?"
"My girlfriend, Ginny," Harry put in. "She's a witch. Anyway, we need to get going; we still have two more members to find."
*****
From a rooftop opposite the Wolfram & Hart building, a crouching figure silently watched the League as they walked out of the building and towards the League-mobile. Angel, who was carrying a large bag, now accompanied the League; presumably the bag contained all his weapons and various assorted books on magic and demonology.
Smiling, the figure reached into its coat and pulled out a mobile phone. Dialling a number, he put the phone to his ear and spoke a few short words into it.
"They've got him," the man said, before sitting still for a couple of minutes as the voice on the other end replied.
"The Nivens? Are you sure that's not a little extreme, sir? They're only human, after all," he said, and then had to pull the phone briefly away from his ear as the voice yelled down the line at the man.
"Well, if you insist, sir," he said, after the voice had died down. "I have to admit, I think you're overrating these guys, but that's your opinion." He nodded. "Goodbye, sir."
He terminated the call, and looked down at where the League-Mobile was starting to drive away from outside Wolfram & Hart.
He grinned a little. "Enjoy yourselves while you can, LXG," he said, standing up and flexing his shoulders. "Soon, you shall fall before me."
Then he turned to his right, and leapt right onto the next building.
It was almost thirty feet away from him, and he jumped onto it from a standing position.
Looking back at his former position, he found himself smirking at the power he possessed following his boss performing all those experiments. He had lost his humanity, but what he had become was something even better.
When he fought the League, he looked forward to killing them all.
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The League of Extraordinary Gentlemen 2004
Clark stretched a little in his quarters in the 'League-mobile', as his new friends and teammates called it, and glanced out of his window. The view outside was, while not exactly breathtaking, still very impressive; massive buildings, towering high up all around them. Based on what he could see, Clark was prepared to bet that it wasn't Metropolis he was in; more likely New York or Los Angeles.
Just as that thought had finished forming in his mind, however, a sharp knocking on his door interrupted him. Getting out of bed, he pulled a dressing gown over his pyjamas and opened the door.
Standing outside was the woman he recognised as Fiona Brand, the League's 'invisible woman', if he remembered her powers correctly. She was wearing the same outfit he'd seen her in yesterday, except she'd changed into a leather jacket and trousers instead of yesterday's denim ones.
"We're nearly at our destination," she told him, as he blinked a little to allow his eyes to adjust to the light; even he sometimes had trouble with that. "Get dressed fast; we want to present a bit of a professional attitude."
Then she turned around and left him standing in his door.
Shrugging, Clark shut the door and turned towards his wardrobe. At top speed, he might be able to be dressed and with the rest of the League in about a minute.
*****
A couple of minutes later, all six members of the League were standing outside a massive, modern-looking building. It gave the general appearance of being a fairly average law firm, albeit a fairly average and very expensive law firm.
Elektra looked over at Bond with a quizzical glint in her eyes. "Who're we recruiting here?" she asked. "Johnny Cochrane?"
"No, the man we're after is far more talented than that," Bond replied, as the League began to walk towards the door. "He just acquired the law firm as thanks for saving the world, and generally uses it for anything he wants. He and his friends are lawyers in no way but name."
As Bond finished speaking, the League had entered the lobby of the building and began to walk towards the front desk, passing people holding all kinds of papers and other such things. Elektra stared in amazement at one sword that someone was carrying, and the Doctor noted with some interest the large form of some rather impressive-looking scientific equipment.
As for Harry, he briefly winced as he saw someone holding a couple of serpents, prompting a concerned tap on the shoulder from Clark.
"You OK?" he asked his new friend.
Harry nodded. "Yeah, yeah, I'm fine," he said, sounding normal enough now. "It's just, well... I had a bad experience with snakes some years back. Plus, they were the constant symbol of the man who killed my parents; I still get a little edgy around them at first sight."
Clark nodded understandingly.
While they'd been talking, the League had finally arrived at the front desk, where an attractive, if slightly young, brunette was sitting, typing away at a computer. She looked up at the League as they stopped in front of her.
"Can I help you?" she asked politely. Privately, some of the League were amazed at the fact that she was working here; she seemed to be only around seventeen.
However, Bond and the Doctor weren't too bothered by it, apparently. Bond simply continued to talk as though nothing unusual was going on, and the Doctor was acting as though he saw this sort of thing every day.
"Yes, you can," he said. "We're here to speak to Angel. Is he in?"
The girl nodded, and pointed at a nearby elevator. "Just take that up to the top floor," she said. "It'll get you right to his office; he should be there by now." As the League walked away, Clark's heightened hearing picked up something extra that the girl was whispering under her breath. "That is, if he's not busy with my sister..."
*****
After a couple of minutes in the elevator, the League emerged from the elevator into a very comfortable-looking office. It was large, with some wooden panelling on the walls along with some black stonework and a grey carpet, coupled with a TV screen on one wall and a large desk in the centre of the room, with a couple of busts on pedestals beside the window.
There were only two people in the room at present; a man and a woman, both sitting behind the desk. The man was dressed in a black shirt, black trousers and shoes, and a long dark leather duster, and had hair that stuck up in a manner that looked almost natural rather than achieved with gel. The woman was wearing a white top and jeans, with black high-heeled shoes, and she had long blond hair. However, that was all anyone could see, given that to the two were making out on the chair behind the desk in such a manner that their faces were hidden from view.
After a couple of minutes watching this, Clark coughed politely to alert them to the presence of the League.
Instantly, the two of them split apart, looking at the League with a slightly sheepish expression on their faces. Now that their faces were invisible, it could be seen that both of them were extremely good-looking people, baring the lipstick that was smudged all over their faces.
The man was the first one to regain his composure.
"Hi," he said, looking at the League and holding his hand out to the nearest member (It was Fiona). "I'm Angel, the head of this firm. This is Buffy Summers, my vice-president..." he said, trailing off as though unsure how to proceed.
"And your girlfriend?" Fiona asked casually as she shook his hand. "Relax; that bit was rather easy to work out. My name's Fiona Brand, and these are my colleagues, James Bond, Harry Potter, Doctor John Smith, Elektra Natchios and Clark Kent."
"Ah," Buffy said, smiling at them all. "So, what can we do for you?"
"There's not much time to say this, so I'll just say it," Bond said. "We're interested in recruiting Angel's services to save the world."
Angel arched an eyebrow. "Me? Why me?"
"Well, overall we could have gone for either of you," the Doctor put in casually. "After all, you're both superhumanly strong, both highly knowledgeable about various forms of combat, and have a wide knowledge of the occult. It's just that Angel has around two centuries more of it that you have," he said, looking over to Buffy in an almost apologetic manner.
The two of them stared at the Doctor in a state of shock.
"You know?" Buffy gasped out, as though she half-wanted the Doctor to deny it.
"Well, it's not like you even try to keep your activities secret from the world, like the MiB," the Doctor shrugged. "Anyway, right now we have a serious situation with the Dracula class of vampire, and we need your help in our little team."
"Team?" Angel asked, curiously. "What team?"
"Our team," Elektra said, indicating the rest of the League. "A spy, a time traveller, an alien, a wizard, an invisible woman, an alien, and myself, a warrior. As far as we've been able to gather, we're dealing with vampires that you call the 'Dracula-class', and we're going to need your experience to help us out." She shrugged. "Sorry if I'm a little blunt, but I'm really a little bit inexperienced with the whole supernatural thing myself. So, will you help us?"
Angel looked around himself for a couple of minutes, as though evaluating his current life, and then nodded.
"If you'll agree to a condition of mine, I'm in," he said, looking over at Bond.
"The condition being?" Bond asked.
"That, if we're ever dealing with something major, Buffy be called in to help us fight it," Angel said. "Whatever else I may have, I'd rather have her love behind me than any forces you can offer."
"Fair enough," Bond replied, nodding at the vampire. "After all, we already have one reserve member; why not two?"
"Two?" Angel asked as he shook Bond's hand. "Who's the second?"
"My girlfriend, Ginny," Harry put in. "She's a witch. Anyway, we need to get going; we still have two more members to find."
*****
From a rooftop opposite the Wolfram & Hart building, a crouching figure silently watched the League as they walked out of the building and towards the League-mobile. Angel, who was carrying a large bag, now accompanied the League; presumably the bag contained all his weapons and various assorted books on magic and demonology.
Smiling, the figure reached into its coat and pulled out a mobile phone. Dialling a number, he put the phone to his ear and spoke a few short words into it.
"They've got him," the man said, before sitting still for a couple of minutes as the voice on the other end replied.
"The Nivens? Are you sure that's not a little extreme, sir? They're only human, after all," he said, and then had to pull the phone briefly away from his ear as the voice yelled down the line at the man.
"Well, if you insist, sir," he said, after the voice had died down. "I have to admit, I think you're overrating these guys, but that's your opinion." He nodded. "Goodbye, sir."
He terminated the call, and looked down at where the League-Mobile was starting to drive away from outside Wolfram & Hart.
He grinned a little. "Enjoy yourselves while you can, LXG," he said, standing up and flexing his shoulders. "Soon, you shall fall before me."
Then he turned to his right, and leapt right onto the next building.
It was almost thirty feet away from him, and he jumped onto it from a standing position.
Looking back at his former position, he found himself smirking at the power he possessed following his boss performing all those experiments. He had lost his humanity, but what he had become was something even better.
When he fought the League, he looked forward to killing them all.