A couple of guards and a pretty lab technician.

You waited for about twenty minutes, hearing gunfire and yells from the prison, and are just starting to feel antsy when you hear the sounds of something heavy striking metal near the shoreline. You look in that direction and smile eager for action as you lift yourself up onto your feet, dusting your ass off (though it's kind of pointless when you're still covered in blood and debris). You amble casually in that direction as you hear the sound of voices, moving towards a rocky section of the shore a old rusty service door comes into view, its corroded metal giving way to the battering it is receiving from the other side as you approach from the along cliff side.

"I've got the door open! Now, let's get the hell out of here." says the first guard stepping out having not yet turned to face in your direction.

"But what about the others?", a familiar female voice says.

"Miss, you're the last one. If I hadn't seen everything on the security cameras, we'd all be dead right now", an unseen voice says.

“Still might be all dead with you around, you jinx,” a second guard, stepping out while shielding his eyes, calls back into the passageway before turning to the leader “Seriously, chief, why we letting him stay with us?”

“Fuck, with his rep, we should've shot him and led the girl out ourselves” a third guard chimes in as he steps out.

“We need everyone we can get, even with his bitching.” The first guard sighs giving you the impression this conversation has been happening the entire way through wherever they came from.

“I warned you about all the shit happening up there and this is the thanks I get. Well, right now, I'm telling you this is a bad idea. We should've laid low in the tunnel for a few hours and waited for everyone to leave.” A final guard carrying a rucksack steps from the tunnel, less armoured and armed than the others, with a female scientist you recognise from the experiment that made you what you are now.

"Yeah, that woulda been smart. Maybe you should've listened .", you say, voicing your agreement and letting your presence be known as you move away from the rock face to loom menacingly.

The guards stopped suddenly and looked at you with horror.

"Oh, fuck, it's the freak!"

“I told you! Fucking Jinx..”

"Fire, fire!"

“WAIT, that doesn't work.. idiots! Get down, miss.”

The first three guards open fire with the accused jinx pushing the scientist to the cover as the bullets are smashed flat against your skin or deflected wildly as though they'd hit a titanium wall. You just stand and let them unload their weapons on you, taking a moment to inspect the four guards and the scientist. The three panicking guards are still wearing their helmets along with their combat armour, but the remaining man who stands near the scientist has abandoned his helmet for some reason or another. There's a calculating look on his spectacled face, his eyes flicking about seemingly trying to take in the surroundings and formulate some escape but who knew how they thought, really?

These were the idle thoughts you had as you were showered with lead until, finally, the guards ran out of ammo. They continued to pull the triggers though, the guns clicking dry every time. Still they pulled the triggers as though they would somehow miraculously stop you with some hidden bullet left in the magazine. But, unfortunately for them, there was no such bullet and nothing that could stop you as you moved towards the two guards in the lead of the quartet.

"No, no! Fuck, no!", one of the guards yells and starts to try and turn and run, but you grab him by his helmeted head and pick him up as easily as you would a toy doll. You pick him up and then fling him down hard onto the ground, putting all your strength behind it to see what it would do. Turns out that, if you throw a human body down onto rocky ground with unbelievable ****, it does not go well for the body in question. You hear bones crunch and flesh tear as you slam him hard onto the ground and his insides burst out onto the outsides as he is ruptured like a balloon by the impact.

"Oh, god. Oh, no, no no no. Not like that. I don't want to die like that...", the other guard says and you smile at him almost kindly as you grab him by the head, your palm in his face as your fingers close around his skull.

"All right then. Not like that.", you say as if obliging him...and then you wind up and throw him as hard as you can straight up into the air.

You hear him screaming as he goes shooting up into the sky like a missile, his body becoming smaller and smaller in the distance to your sight until, finally, you can't see him at all. You wait for a little bit, picking your hand up to your brow to shade your eyes from the sun as you try and see if you can spot him up in the air at a distance, but you've lost him. It seems that, if you throw somebody as hard as you can into the air, you might just send them into orbit. At least that's what you have to assume as, after waiting a bit for the guard to come back down to the ground, he never comes back down to the ground. At least not anywhere near you.

"Maybe a plane hit him or somethin'? That'd be somethin' to see.", you chuckle and then turn your attention to the other two guards that are left.

What happens next is surprising, however. The nearest guard, seeing you approaching, steps back, dropping his rifle as he moves to draw his pistol. Under no threat, you decide to humour him, but his target isn't you or himself as you might imagine. Whipping around uttering the words “Fucking jinx..”, he attempts to aim at his fellow guard, but, even in his panicked state, the spectacled guard reacts faster with a trio of shots splattering his would be attackers brain across your chest.

“That's not somethin' you see everyday. Seems like you shoulda picked your friends better.” Shaking your head, you chuckle somewhat bemused by it all, the spectacled guard gives a shrug and grins, one hand holding the shaking female scientist by the arm as he gestures with his pistol.

“What can I say? I think you know how shitty my coworkers are. What a waste of four fucking years. So, before you turn us inside out, mind if I make you an offer?” His voice was steady, but, with your enhanced sight, you could see him shaking slightly and the somewhat wide grin on his face was a look of someone with little to lose.

Somewhat curious at what this guard could even hope to offer, you pause a moment “You know the last guy who made me offer didn't turn out so well.”

“Yeah, I saw that on the CCTV. Don't blame you for making that choice though. Most likely would've done the same myself.” The guard sighs somewhat before continuing, "But, let me ask you, have you given any thought about what happens once you get off the island?”

“I'm kind of a making the plan as I go kind of guy.” You reply, still smiling for now.

“Well, you're smart enough to think ahead somewhat so what do you think will happen when you and the rest of the cons hit Paragon City? Some of the cons will go on a rampage and the rest will head to ground, but you're going to have trouble laying low...”

“What makes you think I'm gonna have to lay low?” Your smile fades, your voice almost growling the reply, “Nobody's gonna fuck with me anymore.”

“You're a con, not an idiot. I think those were the words you used. Imagine the panic a giant naked blood-soaked super with the face of a known con is going to cause. You could just take what you want, but is it worth having a super team or two coming after you just because you wanted some new clothes and some food?” Realising he was still gesturing with his pistol, the guard paused a moment holstering his pistol.

“N...N...Not to mention the doctor's sponsor is going to start looking into what happened sooner or later.” Her voice a nervous stammer, the female scientist finally speaks, drawing your attention back to her. She could be considered be a bit plain, but, in the right set-up, she had the potential to be a hot piece of ass. She was pretty in that geeky kind of way, nice curves hidden by the lab clothing. Her hazel eyes, even behind her glasses, were obviously somewhat red and bloodshot as if she had been crying and her brunette hair was tied back into a tight ponytail.

“Maybe I wanna meet these guys, show 'em my way of saying thanks.” The scientist flinches as you speak to her, trying to back away as you turn back to the guard, growing increasingly irate “ You got a good point, I'll give ya that...but I'm getting bored so sum it up already.”

“Well, this mercenary group's got safe houses, weapons, money stashes, dummy bank accounts. You know, that kind of thing, as well as contacts all over. The perfect thing to help you set up and the best thing is no one will notice its gone as I'm the only admin guy left standing. Might take me awhile to get into some of the command files, but give me time and I think I can do it...”

“And I guess your benefit is ya get to live? Can't say you got much of a resume though.” Still frowning, you glare at the guard. He's making a lot of sense though you don't want to trust him right away. Something about how he just seems to take your gaze without shrinking away just bugs you.

“I get more than that. I get to walk away from this outfit without some shadowy organisation putting a bullet in me for knowing too much..” The nervousness about the guard seemed to evaporate now, anger rising up in its place “Shit, I joined up when these guys focused on taking down terrorists. After a couple of brutal ambushes, I was the only guy left in my squad three times...though the third time I'd been sent off to scout ahead 'cause the Sargent was an ass and wanted me dead. Come back 10 minutes later after I hear an explosion over the comms and the poor bastards had hit a roadside IED. Of course the rumour gets out that I'm a jinx and having me in a squad is a **** sentence. Stupid superstitious bullshit....”

“I didn't want your life story.”, you interrupt, “So you sayin' you didn't have a choice grabbin' me and the rest of the cons? 'Cause that's a piss poor excuse from what I've seen.” You say with that dangerous smile as you step towards him menacingly.

“What I'm saying is that we were told that we were just guarding this place and then the commander decides to get some of the more...bloodthirsty bastards and give them special duties. The next thing we know, its guys being bagged and brought in. Told they are volunteers from **** row, survive and be exonerated kind of deal. I knew it was bullshit, but how the hell do I get out without ending up in the cells myself? So I sit and I wait...but now we can get off this island. This young lady let's us know who we are dealing with or helps us find out and then we figure out how not to be hunted men the rest of our lives. So, boss, that sound like a plan you can get behind?”