Predator!

[gammelman]

Frederick J. Dukes was lazing about in his new home since a few days back. from what he knew they where still talking about his daring attack on the obviously unfair trial. He harkened back to the day of the deed. How he fearlessly rescued his frog-faced companion from the judgement of corrupt and biased peers. Possibly even from death.

But now, he was watching another man, second only to himself, dealing with an equally dastardly opponent. On the TV Dutch was viciously fighting the much larger and far more powerfull predator. An alien so powerfull it had singlehandedly eradicated the rest of Dutch's elite squadron by himself. Oh, this was how all movies should be!

Fred leaned back into the broken, dust-covered couch. Sure, it was decrepit, but it was still soft and oh so comfortable. One of the giant's grease-covered hands where holding a gargantuan sub-sandwich, while the other clutched a large bottle of cola. After all, one had to look after his weight. Especially if it was a whoopin' four didgits of bodymass. Unlike most people Fred was not ashamed of his morbidly obese body, he reveled in his fatness and had made it his trademark. After all, it was the blubber that kept him safe from the rest of the world. And so what if he was fat? He was feeling as healthy as ever!

Fred chuckled as Dutch leapt into the water, after narrowly escaping the predator once again, before once again taking a bite out of the sandwich. . . Man, that was an awesome sandwich

[Magneto]

The T.V. began getting fuzzy(not that fuzzy was unusual for the old equipment) the static snow sound of it piercing the air. The electromagnetic discharge from it would be enough to get the mammoth of a man watching it currently to throw a fit seeing as his film was interrupted. Quickly, the electrical plus for the television was ripped from the socket, landing on the side of the t.v. stand.

"Frederich."

The voice of Magneto rang through the air as the door behind Blob slammed shut, Magnetos lavender cape blowing in the gust of air from it. As always, Magneto had been keeping a close eye on his pawns, calling on them only when the time was right. His helmet stayed on top of his head, acting as a crown and protection. The arches of it dominated his eyes, daring anyone to stare into them.

"I have a new mission. Are you ready to begin?" the master of magnetism asked, arms folded over his chest as he levitated eerily in the doorway. This mission was not optional. He had made it clear to his other pawns that this was of the utmost importance. Should his future plans be put into motion, then first this mission needed to be done, with great success.

[gammelman]

As the TV started to get fuzzy and annoying again, Fred decided it was time to teach the obnoxious electronic menace a lesson wich is was not going to gorget, but as the door slammed behind him, he shifted his attention backwards, and quickly rose to attention.

Despite that the master of magnetism was hovering, Freddy till stood at least a foot taller than him. despite freddy's size and appearance, this man was far more frightening and aweinspiring than the eight feet tall, onethousand-fivehundred pound heavy behemoth could ever hope to be. Arms like oaks and fists like watermelons, he was still far less threatening than the aged master of magnetism. And it was not the hovering, it was simply the charisma of the man.

Freddy's broad mouth parted in a small smile. He had initially rejected the idea of doing more grunt-work for his master, but now, he once again felt that awesome rush over him. The feeling that what he did today would echo in the history of the future.

"Juss leave it ta me boss. Tell me whot ta pound, an' I'll pulverize it!" Fred replied enthusiastically, reassuringly and maybe just a tad too much bloodthirst in his voice

He was actually rather happy that Magneto had showed up again. After Toad's little mess he'd figured Magneto would rather work with his other gang. . . Whoever they might be. But he'd show the boss who where the ones worthy of standing next to him when the revolution arrived.

[Magneto]

"Juss leave it ta me boss. Tell me whot ta pound, an' I'll pulverize it!"

Magneto glared at Blob through his brow, a grimace on his face darkened by the lack of light in the room. The older man presented Blob with an envelope. "These are the directions to your location. You are to blend in with the populace of the location and recruit any mutants you feel are ready for the tasks I set." Magneto waited for the first sentence to sink into Frederick's head. The teen was good for making a show of himself and getting noticed, but this would be a test of his true ability to serve Magnus and his fight against the lower beings known only as humanity.

"You will be working my other squadron of Harlem. I need not mention the consequences should you fail." Magneto finished speaking as the door creaked open behind him. Before Blob could ask any questions, as quickly as he had arrived, Magneto had vanished into the sky.