The Royal Woods maximum security prison was the toughest kind in all of Michigan. The place is very heavily guarded and security was locked tighter than a dozen bank safes combined. Only a fool would try to break out of this rathole, because escape would be impossible with all the guards, cameras, and guard dogs around the whole facility, inside and outside. In it was one of the most dangerous ones, and one of the most recently incarcerated ones.
Sitting in a temperate and mildly humid cell, was Snow Flaker, a villain that was deemed too dangerous and crazy for society out of his sick need for thrills and excitement. Snow Flaker was definitely a menace to society, and it's a good thing that he is under tight lock and key inside the prison.
Right now, he was just playing with a red ball, bouncing it on the wall over and over again to keep himself from getting bored. He also had a special tag around his left wrist to keep him from using his ice powers. If even tried to create snow in his cell, then the ankle bracelet would set off a painful electric shock across his body, similar to a person landing in a pool with a down power line in it. Oh how he wishes that he can go out there and cause more of his so-called "fun" but alas, the law won't allow him to get out of this prison for a looooong time after all he had done.
As he was bouncing the ball more and more against the wall over and over again, he heard the sound of footsteps, and a prison guard came up to him in his cell. Sounding annoyed, Snow flaker got off his bed and put his ball on his desk. "OK, OK," he groaned. "if you want me to stop with the ball, then i'll just stop."
"Relax, you crazy Popsicle." said the guard with sneer with his arms crossed. "That's not why I'm here. You have a visitor here to see you."
Snow Flaker immediately got off his bunker, and had a confused look on his face. "A visitor?" He went up to his glass prison door. "Now who would want to visit me?"
A nicely-dressed man with a bodyguard casually and calmly walked up to the cell in a slow and fancy manner with his hands behind his back. He had a black business suit, and greying hair combed back on his head, a golden ring with an emerald on top in his right second finger that was shining under the light like a small beacon.
The man had a broad face with a somewhat pointy chin with a small goatee and a small mustache under his wide nose, almost looking like Colonel Sanders or Leon Trotsky, but unlike those two, he doesn't wear glasses, and his eyes were big and brown. He also smelled something like pickles or garlic or onions. Either that or some cheap cologne he put on before coming in here.
His assistant, on the other hand, was looked muscular and burly, and had long black hair, looking like he was of Native American descent with his eyes looking as big as golf balls and his face clean shaved, and his mouth rather small.
The ice-themed villain was unfamiliar with this person who wanted to meet him in the flesh. "And who are you?" Asked Snow Flaker.
"Oh, of course. Where are my manners?" Said the businessman. He sounded a little bit like Squidward from SpongeBob, and Wallace Shawn. "My name is Christopher Barrymore."
Snow Flaker's eyes widened hearing that name. "Wait, you're the seventh richest man in the world." Said he.
"Well, I work hard with my fortune." Said Christoper in a proud voice. "He looked at the prison guard that brought him in the prison. "It's perfectly alright, officer, I will take it from here."
"Very well, Mr. Barrymore." The prison guard promptly took his leave, having the billionaire be left alone with the ice villain.
"Now that he is out of the way, we can have a proper talk." Said Barrymore. "I understand that the newest superhero in Royal Woods, Volcano Girl, thrown you in here."
Pouting and crossing his arms again, Snow Flaker made a huff and replied: "Yes. The nerve of that stupid teenager. All I was doing was having a little fun, and having a good time. Yet Volcano Girl came along and ruined everything for me!" He turned away from the billionaire now. "If I can only just get out of this prison, and teach her a lesson for ruining my day."
Barrymore smiled before replying: "I can make it happen." Snow Flaker perked his head up like a prairie popping out of its burrow cautiously, then he turned around to face his visitor again with his eyes wide as two pearls. "That is why I am here, Snow Flaker."
"What are you saying?" Asked the ice villain, looking a little suspicious.
moving his eyes to and fro to make sure none of the guards are around. "I'm going to bust you out of here."
"How? This place is locked tighter than Area 51."
"Well money can buy countless things, including influence and power. Now, one of my 'friends on the inside' is impersonating a guard right now. He can guide you out of here. Just do what he says and you will be out of here in no time."
"I'm grateful at you for doing this for me, but... why are you helping me?"
Christopher Barrymore was silent for a moment after this question, but at last; he said: "Because Volcano Girl is going to be a threat to me and my operations."
"What kind of operations?"
"That's... not really important. What is important is, I get you out of here and you can do whatever you want. Do we have a deal?"