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Everyone waited in the debrief room in the Grand Circus Warehouse. Each vigilante was invited to be part of a team and were waiting for the man who summoned them all. After everyone settled in, an older gentleman walked in. Roughly in his 60s, grey hair, eye patch, trench coat. This was the Voice. He stepped behind a desk with a detailed map of Detroit.

"Gentlemen, welcome." His voice was gruff and stern. "Welcome to my base of operations, and hopefully a home for you who are before me. You all received an invitation because you are all trying to kick out the bad guys. This means that all our interests align together very well. What I'm offering you individuals is a deal. The terms are clear: I provide each of you with a base, here, and all the resources you could need. In return, you will operate under my coordination. I don't plan to profit from this, and I promise that I will be unobtrusive when it comes to how you operate in the field. I understand you each already have your own style, and I wouldn't dare interfere. I just want to give each of you a goddamn fighting chance in this city. Are you in?"

The Voice leaned over the table, eyeing each of the heroes, waiting for questions or responses.