You're not sure whether to be impressed or irritated by this guy's chutzpah. Still, this is obviously some kind of challenge. "Patch me through to the external speakers at his location."
"Yes, sir," the bridge bunny says as he types on his console. "Patching you in now."
You focus on the image on screen, taking in the man who seems to be challenging you in greater detail. He is huge; you estimate he's almost seven feet tall, with thick and messy yellow hair and darkly tanned skin. He's wearing a pair of squared aviator sunglasses with reflective green lenses, which rest on a nose that looks like it's seen one too many breakages. A pair of yellow muttonchops spill down around his squared face before merging into a scruffy beard. He is absurdly muscular, which is easy to see given that he's shirtless under his fluffy-collared brown aviator jacket. His pants are black, denim and tight, with a heavy length of chain tucked through the belt loops with a large padlock for a belt buckle. He's also wearing a pair of ratty looking sneakers, sans socks.
How the fuck did this guy get this far without somebody noticing him? He doesn't exactly scream 'subtle' in any way. You look off to the side as the bridge bunny gives you a thumbs up, then reach up and touch your earpiece.
"I'm guessing you didn't see the 'no solicitation' sign in front of the garage," you joke through the intercom. "Just so you know, if you're here to interview for a salaried position, I'm afraid we're not hiring right now."
The man looks up at the camera and smirks. "About damn time. I'm guessing you're the bitch in charge here?"
"You got it. Now who are you and what do you want?"
"The name's Leon, and I'm here because I want a fucking fight."
"A fight." It comes out less as a question and more of a confused statement.
"Duh." He reaches up and opens his jacket further. You can see a familiar looking barcode tattoo on his left pectoral, along with a stylized lower-case x.
"Please hold." You quickly mute your mic. "Is there anyone else in the area that looks suspicious?"
"We're checking ma'am," a different bridge bunny replies, "but so far, no. It looks like he's alone."
"Don't worry about any soldiers or any of that shit, cause I didn't bring any." he says as your mind races, "it's because they'd just get in the fucking way."
You shake your head "Let me get this straight; you came out here to my base, alone, with no backup, because you wanted to pick a fight with my heroes?"
"Damn straight."
"…Why?"
That seems to irritate him. "Because I'm sick of all the sneaky terrorist bullshit plans those other assholes have been doing. 'Oooh, look at me, I'm going to go after squishy civilians and scare them.' Fuck. That. Why go after the poor fuckers that can't fight back when I can have an actual goddamned challenge? I wanna get my blood pumping! I wanna get my adrenaline jumping! I wanna see if your little team of superheroes can actually kick my ass!"
(He's either one of the best liars you've ever met, or he's being honest. You're pretty sure it's the latter.)
"So… what. You just want a brawl, and that's it?"
"Is that so fucking hard to understand?" He crosses his arms and glowers up at the camera.
"Not really, but I'm a suspicious person by nature." You pinch the bridge of your nose and consider your options.
How do you respond?
[ ] MAKE A DEAL – If all this guy wants is a fight, then maybe you can bargain with him a bit. He seems amenable as long as he gets to punch someone.
[ ] LET'S GO, THEN – He wants a fight? Let's give it to him. Let's see what happens if you throw everything at him.
[ ] PLAY TURTLE – Hell no. This is sketchy as fuck. Lock the base down and go on the defensive. If he wants a fight, he's going to have to break in.
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