In a large upscale skyscraper, a hidden figure sits with twenty different monitors sat in front of them.
"Operation A-112 was a success, distraction from the jewelry store distracted the cops long enough for Operation A-111 to succeed, the raid on a nearby warehouse that could not be done silently and retrieve three tons of depleted uranium for counters against Armor Master. Operation A-110 put into motion in a few weeks, must let the heat drop down."
Their eyes gaze at the screen for a few moments before pulling up the report done by Commander Beckett.
"Went smoothly, Hero codename Slasher appeared, and… dealt with?"
Frowning at that, they tap on a holographic keyboard and pulls up some reports.
"Broken jaw, bruised ribs, estimated recovery time a week, likely sooner based on the medical facilities the heroes have."
Closing the file on Slasher, they pull up three files marked by an "HfH" logo in the upper corner.
"Codename Monk, a local, no power, known to be quite fast and strong, good at fighting, and rapidly improving, no skill for leading, known to be a glutton."
Frowning the figure interlocks their fingers for a few seconds staring at them.
"No… not a fit for a leader, they seem more of a follower, has never taken initiative and lacks flexible thinking."
Dismissing his report, the figure pulls up the next file.
"Codename Sparky, from Vernom, basic electrokinesis power, similar to an electric eel, can fry electronics and apply it to metal weapons, a former kickboxer, kicked out as accused of taking drugs, false accusation."
Scrolling through the report they soon dismiss it.
"Not leader material, temper would make them easy to take out, doesn't deal well with surprises, and panics surprisingly easy."
Pulling up the last report they begin reading.
"Codename Goth, one of the few remaining in the deadly inheritance race, seems to want nothing to do with it, from the continent of Xenola, never unlocked their magic, was a part of the student council at their school, was the vice president and seemed to actually be more of a leader then the actual president, was trained to fight, is quite persuasive and is the one who distracted Slasher by immediately taking a hostage, a bluff? Or willing to do evil to complete the mission? Didn't do any meaningful damage to Slasher, but they joined not that long ago so to be expected, Slasher is a trained Hero as well."
Frowning they unscrew a thermos and pour a brown liquid out of it and slowly sip on it and sigh.
"Always nice to have a bit of hot chocolate… now where was I? Right."
Looking back at Goth's profile, they read over the rest of the report, and compare it to the report from Commander.
"While it was luck that they got the drop on Slasher, they reacted fast and turned the tables to buy their fellow henchmen time to react, could have potentially made Slasher surrender if Monk and Sparky didn't get the drop on him."
Looking at the profile picture of Goth, instead of dismissing the file, they move it into one labeled "Potential Promotion".
"Need more fieldwork, but has shown to be smart and a quick thinker, no powers but that doesn't mean much here, the only promising recruit this batch."
Picking up a small rag they wipe the blood away from their eyes, as their bright eyes dim.
"I pushed my ability too much today, at least I got a lot done."
They turn themselves around grabbing their thermos and lid mid-spin as their chair automatically moves towards the large open window near the back.
"I shall get my revenge, I will show them why you don't mess with the Calculator and make it a name that will forever go down in history."
The sun starts to set off over the horizon as they gaze at the orange sky.
"While I can't risk using Calculation any further today, I can still rely on my own brainpower… my company is doing well and no one suspects a thing, research into Armor Buster is proceeding as planned, henchman are of above-average quality lately, perhaps a small anonymous donation for Henchman For Hire?"
Taking a small sip of their drink they let out a small hum of thought.
"1.5 million should be small enough."
A small hologram projects from a watch on their wrist as they easily transfer the money to one of HFH's legal fronts.
They silently stare out the window as light vanishes and darkness overtakes the capital of Georoma.
"One day, this continent will be in the palm of my hand one way or another, no matter how long it takes me to calculate the answer."