(Video #3 double feature, scene 1 conclusion) A knocked up Vex gets caught in the public eye, unfortunately for the S.E.R.P.E.N.T. lieutenant...

Editor's warning: This segment of the video, and from here on out, will contain offensive references to racial pseudoscience. The League of Propriety has not censored these videos for completeness, but it unequivocally repudiates all such hateful belief systems.

Three months later

The villainess Vex, now separated from the rest of the Fearful Sextet, seems not to have done the best at keeping a low profile. A page three article sitting on a table shows a picture of a gravid Vex with the caption 'wig blown off by strong winds reveals fugitive alleged supervillain'. The camera zooms out to show that it is a courtroom. Standing behind the defendant's desk is the alluring and distinctively chrome-domed Vex. For once, she is not dressed like (as the crass joke goes) a middle eastern hooker from the 1500s - the supple brown-skinned sorceress is wearing a formal black skirt and a maternity blazer, buttoned tightly over the bulbous, spherical bump jutting out from her hips. By the way she shifts her feet, it is clear that she made a poor choice to wear heels to her trial, considering the new weight being put on her already swollen feet. As the final arguments are given she can occasionally be seen wincing slightly and rubbing a hand over the swell of her abdomen.

Playing on the jury's sympathy masterfully, Vex's defense attorney - a young woman who wears her black hair in a Jacqueline Kennedy-esque pageboy haircut with a matching red pillbox hat - convinces both them and the judge that despite bearing a superficial resemblance to a notorious supervillainess, her client is actually an innocent newlywed housewife, that the threats she had uttered against the police who apprehended her were a result of her misunderstanding of the English language due to being a recent immigrant, and that the burns suffered by those officers were a result of 'ball lightning', even bringing in a Harvard physicist as an expert witness to explain how it is possible.

Vex is found not guilty, and half a dozen reporters snap photographs of her scowling face as she waddles down the courthouse steps while her attorney, Jana Lorraine, beams proudly and rests her hand on Vex's back.

Two days later.

This scene is in the S.E.R.P.E.N.T. headquarters again, but in contrast to the spartan and minimalist furnishings of the rooms and hallways seen before, this seems to be a grandiose meeting hall filled with trophies, baroque serpent sculptures, and a huge round table around which several dozen men and women in interchangeable S.E.R.P.E.N.T. uniforms sit.

Standing in the center of the room is an inimitable woman. She is eye-catchingly tall and her face is classically beautiful with the prominent cheekbones and plump lips of a central European supermodel. A sweep of wavy, voluminous dark green hair covers half of her face stylishly, allowing onlookers to only see one coldly beautiful eye with heavy eyeshadow regarding them in return. The skin-tight sleeveless green bodysuit she is wearing hugs her incredible curves like a glove, and it is clear for anyone looking that she isn't wearing a bra or anything else underneath it - the tight material follows the sensuous outline of an arrestingly large, firm pair of breasts. It's difficult to tell how old she is, but somewhere in the late twenties or thirties seems likely.

"Thank you for assembling on such short notice, my brothers and sisters. Today, you will be privileged to observe an object lesson in the wages of disloyalty, to help steel you in your devotion to our cause should it ever waver." She snaps her fingers at guards by the door. "Bring in the traitor."

Two green clad women drag in the man whose features and physique mark him as Lieutenant 59 from earlier in the video, though now he's been stripped of his mask as well as his suit. His eyes, visible for the first time, are wide and fearful, and his body is covered in ugly cuts, bruises, and burn marks. He starts crying out as soon as he sees Madam Viper standing before him. "Wait, wait! This is all a mistake! I swear, I would never betray S.E.R.P.E.N.T.! I'm loyal, let me prove it to you mistress...!"

She sneers arrogantly at him - she is tall enough that with the man bent over by pain, Madam Viper is able to look down her nose at him. "Stop your sniveling. I am not unreasonable," she says to the others sitting at the table, "I do not punish for the sake of my ego, as S.E.R.P.E.N.T. is all. But I do carry out the laws. And those who break them so blatantly have no excuse.

"But... but... if this is about that villainess from last year... I collected a small fortune from her. I hid nothing! All that I got went to S.E.R.P.E.N.T.! Search my room, search my parents' house, search my insides with a rubber glove, I swear on my honor it was-"

Madam Viper contemptuously throws an open newspaper at his feet. Obediently, one of the guards picks it up and holds it in 59's face. It shows a picture of the heavily pregnant Vex descending the courthouse steps. "Yes, I confess, I did... I mean, I was intimate with that criminal. But that was only to convince her to pay, and I reported all of the intel I got from her... isn't that always part of our job? With all due respect, great leader, 138 here," he looks over his shoulder at the woman holding his shackled hands, "just got back from a mission doing much the same thing!"

"You are guilty," Madam Viper says in a loud, commanding voice which she projects to the entire room, "of the unforgivable crime of race defilement! You have admitted to willfully taking part in the conspiracy to mongrelize the white race!"

"Whuh... what?" his eyes bulge out in surprise. "But... I mean... she was clearly descended from the northern half of the Indian subcontinent... I thought that made her an 'Aryan'. D...d...doesn't it?" his words become raspy and **** as he trails off.

Murmurs of shocked disbelief run through the officers. Madam Viper's beautiful face twists into a scowl. "To think that such selfish complacency, not to mention such breathtaking stupidity, was festering in my beloved S.E.R.P.E.N.T.! The reckoning for that shaved monkey you fucked and the insidious half-breed spawn you created will come in due time, but yours will come now. Number 25!" She beckons a uniformed man behind her. "Take this race defiler to the snake pit. And then interview every last brother and sister under your command for their loyalty. If I find any trace of rot under your command after this, you will share that pervert's fate. HAIL SERPENT!"

"No, no! Please!" The former lieutenant 59 says as #25 knocks him to his knees and clamps a collar around his neck, starting to drag him off. "Hail SERPENT!" Madame Viper shouts to the gathered leadership, and they soon began chanting and saluting.

"Sorry, kid. You were a good subordinate, until you slipped up like this." #25 says calmly as he drags the protesting #59 out of the meeting room, down an ominous hallway with a chute at the end. "You did me a real favor. I'd spare you if I could."

"Wh-what? What are you talking about?" 59 says desperately.

"Well... Four months ago or so I was on an artifact retrieval mission, and a superheroine showed up to stop us, only to make a mistake using her powers and end up captured. I think you might've got a glimpse of her before she escaped? The gorgeous young thing in a waistcoat and fishnets, wearing a top hat and waving her wand around? Well, I was left guarding her, and convinced her that I'd help her escape if she handled my 'wand' a little. Suffice to say, one thing led to another, and I got a little too excited. The girl was pretty unhappy with it at the time even before I revealed I was lying about helping her escape."

#59 shakes his head in confused disbelief as #25 continues to drag him along. The high-ranking S.E.R.P.E.N.T. commander smirks awkwardly. "I didn't think much of it until I noticed that there is a celebrity stage magician in Acropolis City who looks an awful lot like her that just abruptly canceled all of her shows for the next year without giving any reason as to why. I was just about to call Madam Viper's attention to it and take credit for putting a dangerous League of Propriety member out of action, but then I noticed that her real surname was listed in the paper as 'Cohen'. If the mistress had read a few pages further instead of getting tunnel vision when she saw the article on your indiscretion, I might be in for an even worse fate than you."

"You... you..." #59's voice goes from **** and pleading to enraged. "...you hypocritical son of a bitch! Let me go right now or I'll tell everyone abAAAAHHHHHHHhhhhhhhh~~~!" His voice trails off as he suddenly drops through a trapdoor in the floor, the sound of a cacophony of hissing coming from the hatch before it closes behind him. "Yeah," #25 says sardonically, "venomous pit vipers are known for being great listeners." he casually strolls to the end of the hallway and tosses a handful of gum wrappers and an empty cigarette pack into the chute, which seems to be just a garbage chute. Humming a militaristic marching tune to himself, #25 goes back down the hallway.

However, the camera lingers on that garbage chute. After a minute, a human figure bursts out of the garbage chute - a lean, athletically built man in a green body suit, wearing a purple cloak and a bulky helmet with glowing dark-vision-granting eyes. He speaks to a communicator on his wrist in a smooth, deep bass voice: "This is Prowl. I'm inside. Keep me updated on the security, I have to take full advantage of the gap in this place's security to reach those stolen plans before it's too late."

A higher pitched male voice comes over the communicator. "Man, Hobie, I still think you're making a big mistake going into that nest of snakes by yourself. Do you have any idea what those psychos would do to you if they caught you?"

"I'm more concerned with what their ultrasonic transceiver is going to do to Acropolis City if I fail." 'Prowl' says with a dry chuckle. "I have to do this. Not just for the League, not even just for my home city. For me, you understand?"

There's a pause. "...Roger, Hobie. Well, I've got some bad news for you. That codebreaker you plugged in just did its job, and it's showing the stolen plans were delivered right into the hands of Madam Viper herself. If she sees you-"

"Don't worry." Prowl cuts off his communicator, pulling open a nearby wall panel and starting to tinker with the bundles of live power cables inside. "She won't see me."