ROGUES GALLERY: Boiling Point (SE, MM, GW, & HiPS)

[Master Mew]

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The now infamous Villain "Fever" - recently apprehended and placed in New Alcatraz by Superheroine "Liberty," is now plotting his escape from the famed Super-Prison - and worse still, he has enlisted the help of Fatalia in spreading further terror and self-doubt across the Empire State.

Can the established Heroes Detective Fate and The Cleric foil this dangerous duo?

 

[samedwards]

"He's through here," mumbled a guard, opening the high security door with a slide of his card. Commissioner Felton followed the guard down the corridor, passing many reinforced cells as he did so, the criminal's faces leering at him from behind the 3 inch glass.
"What's he been like here?" asked Felton as they walked down another flight of stairs.
"He's silent enough." said the guard. "Doesn't do much actually."
They arrived in an almost deserted corridor. At the end was the cell. Fever's cell. It was inescapable. Literally. 6 Inches of glass. A speaker was hanging next to the chair, so Felton could hear what Fever was saying. As Felton sat down, the guard bent down and whispered.
"Don't get freaked out by him...he's scum."
Felton nodded and the guard left. Inside the cell, sat on a small stool, Fever. His head was bent low, so his mangy hair was swept over his face and his broad shoulders were hunched. He still wore his trench coat and his gloved hands were working, cracking individual knuckles.
"Ahem." said Felton.
Fever slowly looked up and his scarred face broke into a grin.
"Hello there Commissioner! Didn't think I'd see you again! How've you been? Wait! I know how've you been..."
Fever leant forwards leering.
"You've been busy. Clearing out the scum of New York! Ha! Must have had a riiiiot! Heheheehooohooo!"
Felton didn't let his face slip.
"I want to know why you did what you did Fever. Why you destroyed the Stock Exchange, why you killed thousands of innocent lives... Who's paying you?"
Fever broke into a high pitched laugh, rocking back and forwards snorting away. Then suddenly he was back and looking exasperated.
"No ones paying me! Who dya think I am? One of you guys?" He leant forwards, and scratched his heavily made up eye lid. "I'm not a monster Felton and I'm not on a mission. There ain't a plan. I've never had one. I'm just, being the sorta criminal this city needs."
Felton's mind seared at these words. What did he mean?
"Hey, you gotta tooth pick, guy?" Fever asked suddenly, back to his business like tone, "I got some beef stuck in the craw...was Wellington last night."
Felton shoved a tooth pick through the one way conveyer belt and watched as Fever picked it up from the other side. He slowly rolled his tongue around as he began poking the tooth pick between his teeth.
"Y'know Commissioner, this city surprised me. I didn't expect a challenge, I'll give ya that! But look what I did in a few days to this place? Eh? A couple of bullets and some explosives! They're pretty cheap for the destruction they cause!"
Felton had had enough. He stood up, and left the corridor, walking quickly back up the staircase.

Fever grinned and slowly closed his eyes and went back into his minor doze. He had had enough too. The world needed a new sort of criminal. Without powers. To set an example. Fever was happy to step up for the gold.

 

[Godzillawolf]

Detective Fate slowly walked up to the Comissioner, a friend of his. "Hey, sorrow I couldn't meet with you to talk with Fever, I was busy checking into how Prowler managed to escape...again," he continued. "I told everyone that kid wasn't really dead, they just didn't listen..." he explained, then shook his head. "Let me guess, Fever didn't give you any answers? I haven't been able to get anything out of him. The guy is just a psychopathic monster, there are few people in this world I view as irredeemable, Fever is one of them..." he said with a sigh.

 

[samedwards]

Felton sighed, "It's okay Detective...If you of all people couldn't get anything out of him, no one can. The word for Fever isn't insane because I'm pretty sure he knows what he's doing..." He shrugged and scratched the back of his head. "He's down there if you want to take a look at him. Just sitting there, doing nothing."

 

[Godzillawolf]

"It's quite possible for an insane man to be brilliant, Commissioner," said Fate. "Losing your mind doesn't mean you'e lost your intelligence, a great many serial killers are known for being both completely nuts and brilliant at the same time."

 

[samedwards]

"But I mean this man is something different," said Felton, scratching his chin, "Most people who have gone insane, brilliant or not, tend to not realise what they are doing. This man knows exactly what he is doing..." He put his hat on and walked towards the stairs, "I'm going to go back to the station...this place gives me the creeps. Be seeing you Detective."
He bade Fate well before leaving him to think at the bottom of the staircase.

 

[Hector]

The Cleric walked into the prison just after Felton departed. He was here to take a look at the security of some of the prisoners.

 

[Master Mew]

Natalie Drakul, in her civilian attire, strode briskly up the sidewalk outside New Alcatraz, squinting as she examined the high gates of the Facility with interest - dressed in dark denim jeans, red heels, and a tan overcoat, a cheap pair of red sunglasses pulled up over her eyes, she appeared, to any prying eyes, an average New York City undergraduate student; it suited her well.

With a sparkling smile she brushed her soft brown hair away from her face as she approached the entrance to the Facility, greeting the security guard with a sparkle in her eye as she explained her request: She wished to speak with the Warden.

 

[Godzillawolf]

Fate heard the report and slowly walked out to meet her. On the way, he saw Cleric. "Hey, Cleric," he said, reconizing his fellow superhero. "What brings you to New Alcatraz?" he asked, curious as to that. He turned to a soldier and told them to lead the woman to the visiting room and he'd be there momentarally.

 

[Master Mew]

Nodding curtly to the approaching soldier, Natalie followed him inside to the Visiting Room where she would await Detective Fate.

 

[Hector]

"Detective." Cleric greeted his fellow hero with a nod and a slight smile. "I was asked to come here to do a check on some of the security protocols." He explained in a whisper. "Just a precaution you know."

 

[Godzillawolf]

Fate nodded. "I know," he replied. "I've been trying to do the same thing, this is a good prison, but it still needs a bit of work," he explained. "I've got to go, see you in a bit," he said, heading to the waiting room. "Hello? What do you need?"

 

[Master Mew]

Natalie rose to her feet with a warm smile, extending her hand, "Detective Fate, I presume? I'm Natalie Drakul, it is a pleasure to meet you." She adjusted her glasses awkwardly for a moment before continuing, a friendly glimmer in her eye, "I was a close friend of Troy Foster's growing up, and I know only immediate family members can visit inmates, but I was hoping an exception could be made?"

Of course, Natalie was aware of Troy's recent escape, but the Facility had done its best to keep the situation under wraps, lending her the plausible deniability she sought.

 

[Godzillawolf]

"Well I'd consider it, if he were still here," said Fate. "Don't let it slip much, but Troy escaped, for the second time actually," he explained. "Mistakes were made, it happens to everyone, I'm sorry you came here for nothing."

 

[Master Mew]

Natalie's eyes narrowed in suspicion, "I figured you would deny my request, but I didn't expect you to make up such a ridiculous lie! ...As if anyone could get out of this place..." There was a harsh, 'hurt' edge to her voice now as she eyed the Detective. With some effort, she had managed to work up a hint of tears in her eyes as well, the high point of her performance, in her personal opinion.

 

[Godzillawolf]

Fate was unchanged, though it was difficult to tell with his face mask. "Look, I'm not lying. If you want to see, we've got the tape of his escape."

 

[Master Mew]

Natalie heaved a deep sigh, visibly disappointed, "I would like to see it, I think..." she muttered.

 

[Hector]

The Cleric had followed Fate from a distance. He wanted to learn more about what was going on at the prison. He was eavesdropping on his current conversation from around a corner in the hallway. And he was certainly learning some things about the prison, that's for sure.

 

[Godzillawolf]

"Alright," said Fate though kept an eye on her, beginning to get a litte suspecious, as he'd never seen this woman at any of Troy's appearences before, even before he became the Prowler. "Follow me," he said, leading the way.

 

[Master Mew]

"Thank you," Natalie replied curtly, following Detective Fate out of the room - catching a glimpse of the Cleric in the hallway, she flashed the Hero a smile and flirtatious wink - glancing around a second later to ensure Detective Fate hadn't noted her break in character.