You're Ron, 45 year-old father. You have a young son, Chris. A wife, Debbie. You run a paper factory - it pays well, but it's dull. The boredom, combined with a lifelong love of comic books, is what brought you here, to the Power Broker's office. You want to live a life of adventure and excitement, and for that you need powering up. You're willing to pay any price for a superpower.
At least, that's the cover story. In truth, you're FBI special agent William Marston. You work for the office of Special Investigations, investigating the recent spate of super-crime that has plagued the city. Each incident has led you here, to the Power Broker, seemingly a man who buys and sells gifts. All you need is to buy a power, display it to your superiors, and you'll be back with a legion of SWAT before the day is out.
Genuine sweat trickles down your face as the Broker observes you keenly across the desk. This is the first undercover work you've done. Just remember the facts. Ron. Chris. Debbie. Paper.
"My services can be a little...expensive," the Broker says dubiously.
"Money isn't a factor."
"Uh huh." He raises an eyebrow. "And you make toilet paper, you say?" One of his guards, the one with the long cloak concealing metallic skin, slips away from the room. If they've been sent to verify your cover, they should find a convincing false history. You hope.
"It's more lucrative than it sounds."
He shrugs. "Fair enough. I think I've got an offer that might interst you..."
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