"Peacock!" The Major's eyebrows shoot up in pleased recognition, and he holds the door open further. "What a pleasant surprise this is. You are especially welcome!"
Once she's in, he loses no time shutting the door and re-engaging its many locks, chattering away the while. A few ill-kempt minions recognize that the Major has company, and make themselves scarce. The room is depressingly basic- concrete, a few files and outdated computers, a light that flickers occasionally. It's hard out here for a supervillain.
"Look at you," the Major says. "Different outfit, same weapon underneath. Why, you've barely changed at all!" Neither has the Major- thanks to his own cybernetics, he's still the same maniac he was back in the 1940s. But his attire is in a similar state as his lair.
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Once she's in, he loses no time shutting the door and re-engaging its many locks, chattering away the while. A few ill-kempt minions recognize that the Major has company, and make themselves scarce. The room is depressingly basic- concrete, a few files and outdated computers, a light that flickers occasionally. It's hard out here for a supervillain.
"Look at you," the Major says. "Different outfit, same weapon underneath. Why, you've barely changed at all!" Neither has the Major- thanks to his own cybernetics, he's still the same maniac he was back in the 1940s. But his attire is in a similar state as his lair.