Vector twitched in his sleep when his alarm went off and rolled onto his stomach as he slowly slipped into consciousness. Opening one eye, he groaned as he could just barely make out the blurry form of his clock that read seven a.m. It slowly came back to him that he had to get up early today.

He couldn't help feeling a bit agitated that his father had agreed on an eight o'clock interview when he hadn't even been taking internships in the first place. But he wasn't about to argue, not after yesterday.

He forced himself to crawl out of bed, still barely awake. After stretching with a loud yawn, he retrieved his glasses from the side table and went to the wall opposite the foot of his bed, pressing a small button. The wall opened to reveal a closet full of all orange clothes, most of which were tracksuits (all identical). He grabbed one, quickly changing out of the orange plaid pajama bottoms and t-shirt he normally slept in and changed into the warm-up suit.

Oh well. At least his father thought highly enough of him to think he could train another villain.

As this thought passed through his head, he heard the security system beep, alerting that there was someone approaching the front gate. He grabbed a remote from the table beside his bed, pressing a button that lowered a screen from the ceiling. On the screen was a man with a bowler hat and a briefcase who would have looked quite dignified were it not for the smarmy expression he wore.

Vector looked the man up and down, "You're not the intern. What do you want?"

The man jumped at the sound of Vector's voice as he had no idea anyone knew he was even standing there yet. "Um…no, sir," he chuckled in an almost condescending tone, "Actually, I wondered if I could interest you in a few of the very latest—"

Vector rolled his eyes, "I don't care what you're selling! Now, beat it! I'm expecting someone!"

"But sir, our products are top of the line. I can certainly see that you have a taste for only the state of the art."

Vector chuckled with a scoff, "I could pull things out of my butt that are more technologically advanced than anything you could be selling, fancy pants. Now SCRAM!"

He pressed another button on his remote and saw the look of terror that wiped over the man's face right before running for his life from the missiles off screen. Vector couldn't help but to grin. He might not have always gone out of his way to terrorize civilians, but whenever someone bothered him at the wrong time, he just couldn't help himself.

He tossed the remote carelessly aside and popped his knuckles as he headed for the kitchen. A heavy dose of sugar was a must before he was going to do anything this early in the morning.

Devon stared up at the gigantic, dome-like fortress from the sidewalk. Her new boss sure didn't have any intentions of being subtle, she knew that. Not that she minded; she wasn't much for subtlety either, at least when it came to appearances. If she had the kind of money this guy probably had, she would probably live somewhere just as outlandish, though maybe with a little less Macintosh. She noted that there were varying styles of the same V logo that was on the business card found more than once on the building, including a large one right in the center of the front gate. As she approached, she also noted the two cameras on either side of said gate, both clearly following her as she approached.

She saw the speaker to the left and was about to try and figure out how it worked, but before she could even get close enough to do that, the top of the dome opened up, aiming several projectile weapons in her direction. Her eyes widened in surprise, and only a second after that, a large screen was lowered just above her. A nerdy looking man who seemed to be munching on a rather large bowl of Cookie Crisps looked down his nose through huge square glasses at her.

He raised his eyebrows slightly, "Are you the intern?"

"Yeah," she nodded as she examined him the same way she knew he was examining her.

Vector pursed his lips, "Hm…" He noted the slight scruffiness to her appearance. Her clothes were a bit worn looking, and her unevenly cut but mostly short hair seemed to be growing in almost every direction. Not to mention that random parts of it had been dyed black.

"Name?"

"Devon," she answered, putting her hands in the pockets of her jacket.

"Ya got my card?" he asked through a mouthful of cereal.

She pulled one of her hands back out of her pocket and held up the circular card. Vector smirked crookedly, and pressed a button that raised the screen again and opened the gate.

She was a bit surprised to find that Vector was already standing outside the front door on the other side waiting on her. He leaned against the doorframe as she came up the walkway. The guy was almost nerdier in person, though the boldness of his loud, orange tracksuit and his overall demeanor suggested that he either didn't know this about himself or didn't care.

She stopped in front of him, but he didn't move from his reclined position. Instead, he gave her a sarcastic smile.

"First rule of villainy, young Padawan, never reveal your real name."

Devon crinkled her nose at the sudden criticism, "How do you know that's my real name?"

"Googled you," he finally stood up straight and Devon was able to see that he was probably not even two inches taller than her own five foot five. He turned to lead her into the fortress.

"You should expect that from an employer, you know," he continued, "Besides, what kind of villain name would Devon be?"

She scowled at him behind his back, but almost forgot the comment when she saw the interior of his house. Everything was much neater than she preferred things, but that didn't make the giant tank with a great white shark in it any less impressive. She broke out of her state of awe when he kept going.

"What is you're villain name?" he asked.

She thought about asking if that was a trick question, but she decided to just risk it.

"D."

He halted on the stairs they were both ascending and turned to her with a furrowed brow.

"D?"

She nodded.

He seemed to be examining the name in his head for a few seconds before nodding slowly, "Simple, easy to remember…though you've got a lot of work to do to be able to own such a minimalistic name."

They finally reached the top of the stairs which stopped at the top of the circular shark tank. The floor was the same transparent glass that the sides were, and on it sat a long, semicircular couch. Suspended from the ceiling in front of the couch was a wraparound, panoramic screen, which displayed several meters, a few views from security cameras, and a window that looked to be a paused game of Bioshock.

Vector motioned to the long, orange couch, "Why don't you step into my office?"