Substation 17 of the Massachusetts Power Grid. The day shift was watching the flickering lights, as usual, and thumbing through well-worn magazines.
    The door opened behind them. Standing there, in a provocative pose, was a young, blonde, well-dressed, anatomically impossible woman.
    "Um... miss? Miss, I'm fairly certain that you're not supposed to be in here, and—"
    She raised a finger to her lips for silence. The finger descended to the zipper of her jacket and began pushing it slowly downward. The two men gave in without a fight, moving towards her with dazed expressions. One glanced up and mouthed a silent "thank you."
    A figure in black emerged from the shadows behind them. Snake Eyes made short work of the two, slamming their drooling heads together.
    A cloaked third figure entered the front of the building, striding with great purpose through the unconscious bodies left in the wake of his minions.

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