What the fuck is this? [Goons, Crippler, or Invite][NR]

The goons entered the office of the Massage parlor. One had his face all bandaged up, another had a cast on his arm. One even came rolling into the office in a wheelchair, both of his legs in casts. All of them had red and purple marks on their faces; the tell-tale signs that someone had gave these idiots a beating. These goons entered a moment before some other goons entered the office, they too looking like someone had kicked their asses, though not as severe as the first group.

"You look like crap," one said.

"I feel it too," came the reply.

All of these stupid ass mother fuckers piling in here, looking like they just got out of the ring after a round with Tyson. What the fuck is this? Who was out there able to handle the boys like this, and send them back here empty fucking handed? This shit wasn't right. Somebody had some explaining to do.

"I sent some of you fools over to the chemical plant to scope it out," Joe said, looking at the second group to enter the office, sitting behind the wooden desk in the back, a leg crossed over the other. "We got a buyer that wants some of those chemicals to build their bombs. What's the deal with that?"

he looked over toward the first group. "You other mother fuckers, what happened on that bank job?"

"...You're probably not gonna believe this shit, but there was this kid. He was dressed in some weird black thing and had a cape like a super hero in the comics, a big red V on his chest. He looked like nothing but the kid hits hard. He's fast and he has to be trained in all those martial arts," one of the goons described. "It's cause of him that we even got pinched in the first place."

"You gotta be fucking shitting me!" another goon behind them said. "That's the same kid who jumped us outside the chemical plant! He had some girl with him too, the only reason I remember is because she had 2 different colored eyes."

"Our asses handed to us by a couple of kids, what's the world coming to?"

"You got your fucking asses kicked by a couple of KIDS? What the fuck do I pay you pieces of shit for if you can do a simple job and get sent back here all fucked up an in casts and shit?"

He couldn't believe this. Foiled by a couple of kids, one a girl, another dressed up in a costume or some shit. There was always something funky about this city. People disappearing, zombies, weird weather around that big shiny building downtown sometimes. Other times he could swear he saw people flying into and out of that building. With some of the things Xan could do, it wasn't so hard to believe anymore.

"Now I gotta go tell Xan about this shit. He takes it out on me? I take it out on you. That's the order of shit around here, and I don't give a fuck if you shit heads are already beat up with mangled and broken bones. I hope it hurts, you mother fuckers..."

He got up and went out of the office and up to the top 3rd floor to the room of the Boss. "Boss... a couple of operations got fucked cause of some kid, in a costume. How do you wanna handle this?"

Meditation and weed smoke.

That was all he needed anymore. He didn't need to eat, sleep, shit, or to satisfy some horny bitch female anymore. All he needed was a steady supply of bud and to be left the fuck alone--

He spoke too soon. These kids and their wacky antics. Robbing banks and trying to break into chemical factories to steal and engage in black market activities. All in some hoorah way to try and impress Xan. He occasionally asked the kids to do some things for him, but he never told or asked them how to go about doing what they do, and furthermore he didn't give a fuck, like now.

"What?" he said, frowning and coughing. "...Kid in a costume?... I don't give a fuck about that. That there, that's all you, you're in charge of dealing with the kid in the costume. You call yourself my right hand, here's your chance to prove it then. Handle that."

Xan went back into his blissful meditative state...

Joe nodded his head. "I got it, Boss."

A chance to get in good favor with the boss would be a good thing. A grin spread across his face while he left the Boss' room and headed back down to the office. Joe went back behind the desk and took his seat again frowning.

"Alright you assholes, the boss ain't pleased. He wants this matter handled asap. You shit heads go spread the word to the rest of the guys to keep an eye out for this... kid with the red V on his chest. They see him, or the bitch with the eyes, tell them to bring em in here. Let's make this quick so we can get back to the important matters, eh? Get the fuck outta here."