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The 5th Precinct has had an operative on a stakeout just outside the time stream...

He's been observing a couple alternate futures that are punching holes through whatever pitiful excuse for space/time containment their universes use.

The first of the two, is every post apocalypse B-movie scenario crammed into one, horrifying, amalgam of nightmares. Even the ones that starred a muppet, and were narrated by Gilbert Gottfried.

The other, for all intents and purposes, is our world with a new iPhone, and better Doritos flavors.

It was impossible to tell at what exact point the two timelines diverged, the infrastructure collapse and mass destruction of the first ruled that out. We do know that one catalyst was the appearance of a mysterious force. Their allegiance was uncertain, if they had any. They appeared in squads of 12 or less, and created chaos wherever they surfaced.

The quality of their equipment and intel, however, pointed a finger at government backing, but no one was admitting to bank rolling this freak show. No on was even admitting to being in the same hemisphere when they showed up. Yet somehow, this mayhem helped to thwart the legions otherwise successful destruction of a 'near future' Planet Earth.

Members of the 5th Precinct we were becoming convinced that we needed these Psychos, but how would we sleep at night?

A few of those sleepless nights later, and furniture had been broken at the Precinct, B.A.D.G.E headquarters, and the White House. The culmination of these "discussions" finds the head of the 5th Precinct strolling through what passes for a dungeon in the digital age.

There are holes in purgatory penitentiary... Deep places, were mere humans don't go. TheCloser is one of the very few that can move freely in and out of here. This is where you put someone when you want to pretend they don't exist.

You can feel raw power in the air. Some probably from the defensive systems, but a lot of it is from those contained here.

The mechanical voice of the 5th precincts artificial intelligence E.A.R.P. leads him to his targets. "Right this way Sir, the prisoners you're looking for are here, in section 5150." TheCloser thinks to himself, that it was a little too easy to patch his A.I. into the prison systems. Then again, he's had more interaction with B.A.D.G.E. systems than most.

Beside the first featureless door, a plaque reads "Daniel James" The next says, "Nebula". He doesn't keep reading, he knows the rest of their names well enough, and he sees the eyes of these too already watching him.



"Hello Nebula." He nods to the other set of eyes. "Mr James, or do you prefer Captain Reacharound?" He doesn't wait for an answer. "First I really need you to understand, that this conversation never happened." He makes eye contact with both, he has much meaning to convey with his next words. "I'm well aware who I'm dealing with here, and despite that, I'm here to offer you a sort of early release program." TheCloser chews on his next words for a minute before he can speak them. "I believe, that defeating the legion next time, might mean that you, and some even less desirable celebrities, need to be out on the streets, and mot locked up in here." "Badge will reluctantly agree to my request, if we can come to terms." He swallows "Lets talk body counts..."