Professor V stood, ramrod straight, by the TV monitor, waiting. It had been nearly three hours since his teams had departed for the cliffs of doomnation, where the castle that was their ultimate destination perched precariously... “like an evil eagle roosting on the dark cliffs of insanity,” as the Professor thought of it. He hated birds.

He was also a very poetic man, or so most people told him. He didn’t listen to the others. They were probably bird watchers.

There was a chair in the room, but it was dusty from the years in which it had not been sat in. The war had left Professor Venter without a lower spine, giving him no ability to bend in any direction whatsoever. His entire buttocks had been replaced with a cybernetic ass in a beautiful silver casing. It was a delicate instrument and as such any form of sitting was impossible. But the device had other benefits.

“Calling Professor V,” The voice emanated from the Professor’s rear end. “This is Janus contacting base, come in Professor.”

“Go ahead, Janus, I read you,” Venter didn’t have to say this loudly. His cybernetic rear end had very precise microphones. He did, however, lean his head slightly to one side, so as to direct his voice downward.

“I’m with Lewis. We’ve infiltrated the lower levels of EmP’s stronghold.”

“I lost radio contact with you for a while, where were you?”

“You know EmP, he never does a final check on his fortresses. Turns out he left a maintenance hatch open that led to the sewers. Lewis discovered it. He’s very thorough.”

“Hmmm, a sewer system in a castle? Sounds suspicious.”

“Well, sort’ve. It’s really just a long run off to the edge of the cliff, where it falls onto the villages below.”

“Huh. It’s just like EmP to shove his shit off on other people.”

“It’s a long ways down. It may be EmP’s shit, but it still travels slowly.”

“Our one saving grace in this case. Alright, our mission has become two fold. We must put a halt to EmP’s constant flow of shit and investigate further its source.”

“Er... sir? It’s source? Isn’t that... well, apparent?”

“Not at all. With EmP, it’s never that simple. When you find him, make him tell you the whole truth of his plan. Make him... make him Honest.”

“Understood, sir. Janus, out.”

“Yes, indeed,” ruminated Venter, as a final hiss of static emanated from behind him. “For that was the point of the Honest Men, to bring truth to the darkest corners of the world. Even the ones with the Eagles.”

Tune in next time for the introduction of team beta, comprised of the enterprising duo Sashanan and Aschultz!!

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	aschultz - August 14, 2009 (02:55 PM) Cool! I'm a featured attraction! I'm very very interested in pictures of what you think we look like. Do you do the drawing side of comics, too? Or what we would look like if we have super powers.
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