Chapter 2- [b]The Folks on the Hill...[/b] The Hill. evilcam's armored bunker. Five years after the End. Ten years before Python and his men recruited the entire town of Avalon, a mere 300 miles from Washington D.C. Three hundred miles from the Hill. And only a week after evilcam seized the world. A gloved finger pushes a button on the speakerphone sitting atop the desk of the new most powerful person in the world. "Two cups of coffee please. You know how Crusher and myself prefer it. None for our guest..." "Yes sir. Right away," said the voice on the other end. There were five men in the room. Evilcam himself, KNL Crusher, and a bound and gagged man plus his two guards. Evilcam swiveled around in his luxurious padded seat, to face Crusher, his top planner. "Well Crusher, it would appear that our plans-" "My plans. Really Cam, don't forget I did all the planning. I'm the one in charge," Crusher blurted out. [i]Always defiant. I'll have to deal with him.[/i] "As I was saying, OUR plans worked out perfect. We now have complete control. I think this will be a very good life. Now, if you would please leave. I would like to speak to Subject #95.If wouldn't mind removing the gag on your way out." Crusher left swiftly, pausing only to remove the gag from Subject #95's mouth. And to kick him in the side of his ribcage for good measure. "Well, well, well. #95 your results have been most... impressive. And yet you remain defiant." "I SWEAR I'LL KILL YOU. I'LL SLIT YOUR THROAT. I'LL CUT OPEN THAT PUS FILLED ABDOMEN OF YOURS AND BLEED YOU DRY YOU SICK -blam!-ING BASTARD. I'LL KILL YOU I'LL KILL YOU...!," Subject #95 screamed hysterically- until one of the guards kicked him, nearly breaking his jaw. "I'm sure you will. Take him away." That night Subject #95 escaped. Crusher was assaulted in his home by a contingent of evilcam's personal gaurd. He was nearly beaten to death. [i]Ten years later...[/i] The same office in the Hill. Same people, minus Subject #95. "Well Crusher, it would appear that #95 i building his army, and getting nearer." "Actually sir, he goes by the name Pyth-" "Shut up you sniviling twit. Is that your plan? Well give it to me." "Yes sir," Crusher whimpered, handing evilcam a stack of papers. "Hmm," mumbled evilcam, readin the papers. "Good. Very good. Right. Assemble your team. Get the most insidious, hateful, bloodthirsty, ruthless people you can find from our military, prisons, and civilian settlements." [Edited on 08.12.2007 9:06 AM PDT]