Bermuda finally leaves the World Crime League building with the intention of grabbing some large fries (NOT fried chicken) to eat. Bermuda consults his map, which is marked at seemingly random with various circles and exes, to find the nearest fry vendor. Bermuda spots a place called "Mike", which he locates with ease. Mike is a very small establishment, with barely enough room to stand and only one chair inside, and a small hole in the wall opposite the entrance. Bermuda, not picky about the atmosphere, waits in the cramped space until an eye, belonging of course to Mike, peers through the hole.
"You gots cash?" asks Mike. Bermuda sifts through his wallet, which is mostly full of shady business cards, until he finds a few large cash bills, which he holds up to the hole. A hand shoots out from the hole and snatches the bills away before disappearing into the darkness on the other side. Bermuda waits patiently, not considering the chance that he may have been robbed just now, and his patience is soon rewarded as Mike returns to the hole to ask a follow-up question.
"How many did you want?" asks Mike.
"Three or more would be ideal." Bermuda responds, after a few seconds of musing. Mike disappears again, but returns in less than half a minute and pushes three of the largest fries Bermuda has ever seen through the hole.
"Oh, joyous day! Thank you, Mike!" Bermuda says with sincere gratitude, a tear of joy glistening in his eye as he accepts the fries. Mike remains silent on the other side of the wall, and Bermuda heads outside, receiving many jealous glances from onlookers. Bermuda wanders as he chomps hungrily on his large fries, eventually ending up exactly where he isn't supposed to be, which also happens to be exactly where he wants to be. Here, Bermuda spots something horrible and awful: Square Man Fallacy is fishing in a sewer grate. Bermuda has never been a fan of squares, only really tolerating them when they're made up of triangles. Square Man gives Bermuda a look and speaks out.
"□ □ □ □" says Square Man. Square Man then directs his attention back to the fishing line as he feels a tug, and he reels in a circle fish, greatly disappointing both Square Man and Bermuda. Square Man and Bermuda both make moves to try and be the first to end this creature's life, and Bermuda manages to beat Square Man to the chase, and starts pounding on the fish with one of his uneaten fries, much to the disgust of some onlookers, who view this as a horrible waste of a fry. The fry proves to be too soft to deal any lethal damage to the circle fish, though, instead allowing for the fish to free itself from Square Man's line and disappear back into the water beneath the sewer grate. Square Man pries off the grate and dives into the sewer to chase the fish, swimming after it through the sewer while Bermuda stares down the hole, accidentally causing half of the fry he used to beat the fish to fall off and into the sewer. Bermuda is all alone once more, but he doesn't seem to mind, and he wanders off once more while eating what he still has left of his fries.
Eighteen days after this occurrence, Square Man's drowned corpse emerges from the sewer, being dumped directly into the ocean. Sunscreen Sulley spots this corpse while performing her usual lifeguard duties, and, furious that someone would die on her beach without permission, storms into the city to report this find to the authorities. Upon arriving at the Station, Sulley finds that she can't even get a word out before a tremor runs through the whole building and interrupts her due to Wall Woo and loss averter's game of cat-and-mouse. Trying to force attention to herself, Sulley grabs the ozone layer with O-Zone and releases it, causing it to make the distinct snapping noise it makes when returning into place, which also causes all action to pause in the Station as attention is turned to Sulley. Sulley starts to talk again, but Wall Woo acts quickly, slamming his meaty hands around loss averter to once again convert it into a brick-like state. This time, loss averter loses its grip, and two marbles fall from its body. One is, of course, the d1, and the other is the far-less-legendary d0, which when rolled has absolutely zero outcome on anything. Sulley seems to be the only one to notice the marbles, as Wall Woo is busy putting loss averter into a new wall, and the other officers are all just paying attention to Wall Woo. As such, Sulley sneakily pockets both marbles, and before the officers can ask why she came to the Station, she's already left the scene and headed back on the way to her beach, determining that reporting the body isn't worth all the trouble, especially since she's also just presumably committed an act of theft and wanted to make sure she didn't get caught while surrounded by police.
Back at the World Crime League, after a couple weeks of setting up, the first official meeting is being held, with most of the current members attending. The topic is, unsurprisingly, the current state of the Order of the Censor, seeing how said organization is currently the biggest known threat to the WCL. Sitting and/or standing around the conference table are Cybr, Mugsy (who has gotten himself a set of prosthetic legs now), Boneregard, Bunny, Bunny's Shadow, not cool, Hhid N., Shamazon, foul play, and the proposition, who recently joined the WCL after discovering that not cool had done the same. Chiminal, Camryn, and Adzaster are not attending the meeting, but Windsor is, after having promised to not cause a disturbance with his presence. El Diablo is at the head of the table, and once everyone else is in place, he begins the meeting.
"Alright, it seems like everyone who is going to be here is now here, so let's start talking. Our technology guy, Cybr, has been in contact with a prominent member of the Order of the Censor for a little bit now, in particular the person in charge of managing the Order's databases."
Hhid N. pushes up his sunglasses and raises his hand to ask a question.
"Um…I wasn't really planning on taking questions right away, but what is it?"
"If these guys are our enemy, then why's he talking with them so much? Don't you think it's likely that he's being tricked and given false information, while whoever's on the other end of that call is getting loads of intel on us?"
"Yeah, wait a second, something doesn't add up here. I'll bet this guy's a rat!" Bunny's Shadow blurts out, slamming his fist on the table.
"Quiet." Cybr says, before explaining. "Think about it. If they were loyal to the Order, and were giving them information, then why haven't we been attacked at all since we got here? It's been long enough that I think it's safe to say that either my source is the neutral party they claim to be, or that the Order in its current state lacks the resources to launch an attack on us. Even if they try to ambush us, we have a pretty strong group here. I'd say we're safe, and you can distrust me if you want, but it won't make a difference."
"Thank you, Cybr." El Diablo states. "Anyways, we know that the Order is currently struggling to stay afloat. They don't have too many members left after we took out their main base of operations, and a lot of their big players are out of the picture. However, there are still some very real threats out there, as well as some people who we suspect might be in the Order."
El Diablo prints up a series of images. Among these are Paalgae, Ignis, Angelica, Spiidii, Quaduntri, Sexundu, and Pyarce, as well as a few other people who nobody really recognizes, being some Order members that El Diablo remembered from his own time within the organization. There are also some images of suspected Order members, such as Bermuda and Dinomundo, who have displayed suspicious behaviors or anti-WCL sentiments, but have not directly been shown to be tied to the Order at all. The WCL members look over the images, with Shamazon seeming particularly drawn to the picture of Ignis, which he grabs and holds up.
"Who's this guy? I saw him in the jungle before it burned down." Shamazon states.
"That's Ignis, he's an arsonist who works for the Order. He burned down the original location of the Station. We're not entirely sure why he never tried to burn down our old building, or our current building for that matter, but our sources indicate that he is still alive and active within the Order."
"Arsonist, you say…" Shamazon's eye twitches with anger, but he takes a deep breath and puts the picture back down on the table. "Duly noted."
"Alright, what does all of this mean though? What do you want us to do with this info?" Windsor asks, unable to contain his curiosity.
"Well, YOU won't be doing anything with it, because you just live here. But I think I've determined who we should go after next." El Diablo pushes forwards one of the pictures, being the one depicting Eddie Mercury, who nobody in the room really recognizes. "This is the Order's head of recruitment. If we cut him out, then they'll lose any influx of new members they would have had, at least until they can reassign the role to someone else, and I assure you that role reassignment within the Order takes a ridiculously long time."
"Sounds like a plan. Who's going?" Bunny's Shadow cracks his knuckles in anticipation.
"This guy shouldn't be too dangerous, so we're gonna use this as an opportunity to get some field work for some of our newer guys. In particular, I've selected Shamazon and…whatever you are…" El Diablo nods towards the proposition. "...as well as Boneregard, to keep an eye on things and make sure the new guys stay in line."
"Aw, come on, I didn't even get to go on the original mission to fight these guys! Can't I go, too?" Bunny's Shadow whines.
"The Order does not seem aware of your association with us, and we would like to keep it that way, just in case it becomes important down the line." El Diablo responds simply.
"Oh yeah? Well then, who's gonna drive? Boneregard's no good at the wheel, he'd just fall asleep! And do you really trust the new guys with that sort of thing?"
"Actually, I'm glad you brought that up. There's another new addition to our ranks that has yet to introduce himself, an asset which we have been seeking for quite some time now. He's very skilled in his field, perhaps the best we've encountered thus far, and for a mission like this, he's pretty much going to be essential. I'd like for all of you to meet our new driver: mxy!"
A short humanoid wearing a poncho steps out from behind El Diablo's chair, waving. A murmur breaks out among the other members, who are shocked at this revelation.
"Any more questions? If not, then consider this meeting adjourned, and I expect the selected members to head out on their mission as soon as possible."
With this, El Diablo heads back upstairs, and slowly but surely, the crowd around the table thins out, until only mxy, Shamazon, the proposition, and Boneregard are still present.