The three of them wore ghostbusters uniforms as they headed to the abandoned warehouse in the forgotten part of town. They all wore gas masks like Spitfire to conceal their faces. Rush was making some surprisingly sexist comments as they walked ahead, "I'm just saying," she went on, "I don't see how a girl can do a man's job."

"Goddamnit," Light yelled, "ghostbusters does not discriminate. Any women could be a ghostbuster if you just give'em a proton pack."

"I call bullshit," Rush said, "ghostbusters was made for men and by men, therefore, we should not change what isn't broken."

"You know what else they said wasn't broken? Slavery. You wanna bring back slavery?"

"Depends how you define that. Hey Uber," Rush spoke to him as he walked in front of them, "you'd totally be my slave, right? No whips or chains. I'd just be on top to claim my territory."

Uber's ghostbuster costume was actually customized to a skirt. It unbuttoned down to his chest to give a more scandalous portrayal. He spoke casually as he walked. "I don't know, that sounds kind of degrading."

"You know what else is degrading?" Light yelled, "objectifying another man's body, I'm offended on his behalf."

"I'm simply admiring it," Rush said, "there needs to be a rule against men being feminists."

Reaching the warehouse, they were greeted by two armed guards. They were hoodlums, probably just out of high school. It was plainly obvious by their clothes and slouched body language, that they were inexperienced and as addicted to drugs as the clients were.

The three Losers stepped in. Inside, all five merchant capes were sitting on beanie chairs. They passed a hookah as they waited for their business partners to arrive. The Losers were glad to have their gas masks on, the place reeked of low quality cigars and tobacco, and other rancid smells that came with never cleaning.

"I want to clean the shit out of this place," Light muttered quietly to his teammates.

Uber reassured him, "maybe you'll get the chance to, once we're done with these guys."

Skidmark stretched arms wide as the three cosplaying capes approached, "hello my loves."

Skidmark had admitted it a few times, he was actually growing fond of the Losers. The Losers didn't cause his gang trouble like they did to the other gangs. Hell, the Losers even kept the E88 off his back. Since they'd stricken the business deal a few months prior, both teams were overall neutral.

"Where'd the nazi bitch go?" Skidmark said, picking at his teeth.

Light answered, "Rune wasn't willing to say nazi puns. That's a dealbreaker for us."

Skidmark chuckled, "hope that cunt ass bitch gets fucked over, it's what'em whores deserve."

"Speaking of whores," Rush turned to Squealer. "Why the heck haven't you been taking Leet's calls?"

Squealer, dressed up in cargo pants and a tang top t-shirt, groaned obnoxiously at them in her high-pitched voice. "I was fucking busy," she said, too high to care. "I'll get Leet's project done when I get to it."

Rush pulled out a bag of pills from her pocket, to which all of the Merchant members perked up in attention. "For missing our calls, I'm giving you half." She threw half the pills to the ground, and smashed them beneath her feet.

"Fuck," Skidmark yelled. He hit Squealer over the head, "next time do your fucking job."

"Alright, alright," she hissed. "I didn't think they'd cut us back."

Rush smiled, remembering when she explained the deal to Emily.

"You guys keep them addicted, just so that they'll work for you?"

Rush nodded, "we told them these pills make them smarter, like the limitless pill. It actually speeds their perception of time, but doesn't have any enhancements. It's highly addictive, more addictive than all of the hard drugs combined. Thing is though, it's also designed to hide awareness of the addiction. They don't know they're wrapped under our thumb, they just think they really like the tinker pills we made."

"That's…" Emily's tone was quiet, "really bad."

"I know, we don't pretend to be good guys."

"Let's get the deal on the road." Uber walked forward, he brought out the suitcase full of the pounds of blue meth Emily and Edwin had created together. "First," Rush said, "money please."

They threw the suitcase at Vivan, which was heavy for him to catch. "Yup," he said, "just as heavy as last time."

Uber placed the suitcase at the center of the table. Skidmark stretched his long hands out to pull it in. "Finally," Skidmark said rubbing the briefcase, "that tinker made shit is gold."

"Quite the Rush," Rush said. She tossed the 'limit pills' for Trainwreck to catch. The limit pills were technically free, just a small gift of courtesy for the real business they'd been doing together.

Skidmark opened the box, "what the fuck?"

Noxious fumes escaped from the box. The blue meth was still there, but a purple gas escaped the briefcase the second he opened it. "You remember our deal, right?" Rush spoke in an echoed voice beneath her mask. "We had a deal. We sell you our tinker meth for a bargain, and you get to sell our tinker meth on the one condition that you not sell to, or recruit high schoolers anymore."

Skidmark and his gang coughed out as the Losers stayed still in their ghostbusters gear. They were perfectly immune from the gases thanks to their gas masks. Skidmark choked up, "that was the deal, we haven't gone back on it."

Rush yelled, "then why the fuck did a fifteen year old overdose on our product last week? You think we made our meth blue just for the shits and giggles? It's so we can keep track of where it ends up."

Skidmark yelled, "people overdose, people give drugs to kids, it just fucking happens!" The warehouse was now filled with purple smog. The Merchants were feeling more and more light headed.

Rush replied, "except our meth was designed to be impossible to overdose. Fuck, it hardly even has any of the side effect you see in hard drugs. So how the hell did a teenager overdose on our product?" She hissed at the word 'our', like she was offended by the idea that her product could even cause a danger to anyone.

"I don't fucking know," Skidmark whimpered. "Shit… Happens…"

"Turns out," Rush explained, "one of your dealers put anthrax in our product. Anthrax. For fuck's sake, I've seen this marketing technique before. Dealers like to overdose a guy to make a product seem potent. They'll put anthrax in some samples to OD a guy, to let other meth heads think their product is great. Except our product doesn't need that kind of shitty advertisement. Our product is perfect, and one of your guys hurt the blue meth's rep by making a kid OD on it."

"I've got a lot of dealers," Skidmark was now distant, looming up and smiling. "I've tripled in size… doubled in profits thanks to you lot… I can't keep track of everyone."

"Find out who did it," Rush yelled, "kick him out. Slit his throat. I don't fucking care. No high schoolers, no overdoses. Or else we start selling this shit on our own, and you can go back to being the real losers of Brockton Bay."

"Alright…" Skidmark said slurring his words, "lassies… just… I'll fix that… what is this good shit?"

Rush smiled, "we call it happy days." She removed her mask, "prepare, for happy fun times."

XXX

Sabrina sat at a cafe as she watched the live stream unfold.

"She… wasn't supposed to take off the mask," Uber said. He radioed Leet into the livestream. "Leet, are you sure this stuff is safe?"

Leet groaned on the other side of the mic. "It's safe… she's just going to be very confused for the next three days."

"Oh my God," Rush said laughing, "Light, your wrists are so thin!"

Light pulled his hands inward with shame, he yelled, "that's exactly what I'm insecure about!"

Sabrina couldn't help but laugh. At the same time, she was envious, and thought to herself, 'wish I was there to try some of that shit.'

XXX

Theo watched the livestream from the safety of his bedroom. The room was dimly lit as he sat on his bed comfortably to watch the show in secret. He had to hold his breathe to control the laughter.

"Light," Uber yelled, "why the hell can't you control your sister!?"

Light yelled, "I'm not Christian, I can't tell her how to live her life!"

The camera feed showed Rush dancing with Squaler, Rush yelled, "Squeal like a dolphin to show that you love him!"

Squealer proceeded to do so.

Kayden opened the door to Theo's bedroom. Theo immediately fumbled to close his laptop screen, and hide it beneath his bedsheets. "Oh," she said wide eyed in surprise.

He yelled at her, "do you mind!?"

She quickly closed the door. She muttered, "sorry, I didn't know..."

Theo yelled out, "and next time knock!"

She said back to him, "I'll forget I saw anything!"

Theo sighed, he hated to admit it, but whatever she suspected was better than her knowing that he liked the team she deeply desipised.

XXX

"Hey Light," Uber said, "hold my mask."

"You son of a bitch," Light yelled, "I'm too young to be the responsible adult!"

Uber pulled off his gas mask and tossed it to Light. He then began using his powers to eloquently dance with Skidmark.

"Hahahah!" Aisha laughed aloud, "these guys are a fucking riot."

"Don't curse," Brian said to her hopelessly.

"Damn, being a villain has never looked so sexy."

Brian raised an eyebrow. Aisha rolled her eyes, "sexy means cool. Everyone in school says it, Rush started it."

Brian shook his head, they'd truly made villainy into something glamorized. Aisha often joked about how she'd be a villain if she triggered, which made him wanting to share the truth about himself to her all the more difficult.

"Aisha, I think-"

"Hold on," Aisha said. "I'm gonna emoji a swastika on the live chat, just to be ironic."

"Christ," Brian shook his head, "you can't just-"

"Will you relax," Aisha said plainly, "it's just a joke. We all like that sense of humor anyway."

"Who's we?" Brian asked.

"Me and my friends at school. We met through their website, you'd be surprised how many people watch the show."

Brian shook his head, he still wasn't sure what to think of them. He still remembered when they were just no-name villains at the jewelry store. "I can't believe how popular they've gotten."

XXX

Taylor quietly watched the livestream unfold from the library computer. That same afternoon, she noticed other people laughing as they watched with their groups of friends. Taylor was perhaps the only person watching the Losers for research purposes instead of entertainment reasons.

The footage they provided was a goldmine. They gave a first person view of what the cape world was like. Watching them provided a vivid imagery of cape combat, escape techniques, and fighting tactics. She made sure to take several notes in her journal from all of the combat related videos they'd recorded.

In her eyes, they were pranksters. People more interested in wrecking ironic havoc instead of actually affecting the city around them. But she also noticed that the Losers were largely holding back, most likely to give an absurd image of incompetence.

"Okay," Light said staring at the camera drone in a daze. "I think we've lost track of why we were here."

"Trainwreck," Rush yelled in the background, "commence the strip show!"

Uber proceeded to throw wads of cash in Trainwreck's direction.

Light still stared at the camera with a morbid gaze, "guys… I'm just a teenager. What the hell am I supposed to do?"

Light looked at the drone's holographic text, "According to the live chat, yuz are sayin I should start stripping with her… Yuz are nasty motherfucking pedophiles…."

Taylor sighed, there wasn't anything she could gain from the livestream since it was obvious there wouldn't be combat this time. She turned off the livestream window, and made a mental note to add them into her enemy list for when she was ready to become a hero.