Leader and Cyclone...

The AIM meeting was happening in plain sight at a Irish Pub. The three wildlife biologists were all ladies while the genetic engineer and the security specialist were men. To the general easedroppers, it sounded like they were talking about pets. Jason understood that they were in fact talking about a series of genetics experiments to enhance dogs into “Bio-Organic Weapons”… It reminded him of the Japanese editions of Resident Evil that Bruce had gotten for him on his trips over seas.

“What do you want cutie?” a Red Head in a white tank top asked from behind the bar.

“A glass of ice…” Jason held up the half empty bottle, “I need to keep the chill.”

“Sure thing sweetie,” the Bar Tender turned around.

Jason watched with the corner of his eyes as another redhead went towards the five AIM operatives… Jason enjoyed watching her, she was attractive and wore a skin tight pair of green leather pants… Jason noticed the red haired waitress bend over and make exaggerated posses as she served up another round of drinks to the nerds, Jason also noticed the waitress flirt with the blonde wilidlife biologist nearest to her. She even leaned over an whispered something…

Jason’s hairs stood up. He could hear the waitress fine thanks to Bruce’s training, but he couldn’t hear the actual words being spoken and ever since his return from the dead in a Lazarus pit, he could feel powerful magic… just like right now!

The waitress then said another bit to the whole table… it sounded like a limerack. Jason couldn’t hear the actual words and again, he felt the pulses of magic… each line was like Thor whacking on the magical lines with his damned hammer.

*

San Francisco California

Samuel Stern was use to self-proclaimed heroes barging in and interrupting his projects… he was trying to enslave the world and that tended to earn the ire of heroes... That was part of the reason why he had made Ogress, Gargoyle and his other Gamma Mutates, to fight the heroes. Today had started out differently than most day… The knock on his door was not his normal nemisi, the Gama powered Hulk and his clan of Hulklings, but rather a band of teenagers. While one was being called “Hulkling,” he was clearly not a Gama Powered monster. Samuel surmised that he was most likely a Skrull. From somewhere there was a cry of “CARBOMB!” and rather then the blast that would normally be expected walls of foam emerged from no-where and began to swallow the warehouse and the combatants fighting down below. Samuel recognized the smell as it filtered into catwalk mounted office, guinese beer and cheep whiskey… Irish Carbombs, but there was no logical place for all of the intoxicating foam to be coming from. And it was clearly intoxicating… As the foam enveloped people, their behavior changed, they became “Horny Drunk.” The one called Hulkling started kissing and rubbing up on Gargoyle… Ogress started making out with their speedster. One of his war-droids was sticking it’s hand down the pants of the Hispanic girl wearing the knock off “Captain America” gear and Jailbait was kneeling infront of the other Captain American knockoff… Samuel didn’t need his vast intellect to understand what was happening or what his next course of actions should be… He climbed the ladder to the roof escape and the fire ladder set ups to cross over to nearby buildings and safety from the intoxicating Irish Car Bomb foam. An unfamiliar red head in a green suit was flying above the mess and looked at Samuel with hatred in her eyes.

“Oh, no!” Samuel hurried up and the ladder.

Samuel moved towards the ladder and tried to kick it over, but it was rusted in place…

“Alright Leader-man!” the red-Head shouted as she flew up the escape hatch, “What did you do to my friends?”

“Well, my newest adversary… One, it is just ‘The Leader’ or simply ‘Leader’, not Leaderman,” Samuel said calmly, “And two, that is not my handy work!”

“Well I am called Cyclone, and I am going to kick your ass regardless for what happened to the Young Avengers,” the Red Haired young woman shouted.

“Pleasure to meet you Cyclone,” Samuel stated, “Now that the formal pleasantries are completed… Shall we?”

Cyclone rushed forward on a bank of air… Samuel pulled the hold out gun from the small of his back and started shooting at the on coming young lady. The pair crashed into each other. That was when a green bank of foam appeared above them and came splashing down on the pair as the two collided…

*

Jason was scared… he was use to facing down all sorts of monsters, psychopaths, gun toting idiots… but drunk and horny nerds was a new one to him. Especially since all five of them were now hitting on him.

“Alright break it up,” two police officer shouted as they entered.

“Help, please officers…” Jason said.

“Leave the tourist alone,” one of the officers shouted, “Settle down you five…”

*

Samuel came too laying on his back. On top of him was the warm weight of another human body… Samuel opened his eyes and looked at the figure.

“You know you are a lot cuter than Morrow,” Cyclone smiled as she reached over and put a finger on Samuel’s nose, “Kind of like a sexy Kermit the Frog…”

“Well Miss Cyclone…” Samuel said looking into her green eyes.

“Please call me Maxine,” the young woman smiled.

“How old are you?” Samuel asked.

“Twenty…” Maxine smiled

Samuel gave her a hard glance.

“What, I am twenty, I graduated last year with a two year degree in theater design,” Maxine said, "I already completed the JSA intern program, I am just doing an exchange with the Young Avengers."

“Well I don’t have an opening in my organization for a Theater Design Major, but I have an opening for a personal companion…” Samuel smiled.

“You mean a girlfriend? I’m down…” Maxine smiled and kissed Samuel and then continued after the kiss, “But ah, you need someone to help pick out and make better outfits for your crew…”

*

Kayleigh and Fiona jumped up and down like giggling idiots. Kayleigh’s green leather pants turned into her bright green tutu as they jumped up and down.

“That was so much fun!”

“Those idiots down stairs are going to be hammered and horny for a week!” Fiona giggled.

“And that Bat Brat is stuck with the horny drunks,” Kayleigh chirped.

“Who’s next?” Fiona stopped suddenly.

“Oh! I know…”