Being a superhero is objectively awesome. Money is never an issue. Powers are great. And who doesnt enjoy saving a few lives from idiotic supervillains. Loopty wasnt much of a problem. Accept for that damn butter knife. Blasted thing wasnt even sharp. I may be a superhero. But i didnt have any prime invincibilities or healing powers like many of the overpowered gods that were the Aristocracy.

Luckily modern technology fixed that problem. My nanites - tiny robots that lived in my bloodstream - could heal me much faster than my body would normaly be able to.

I studied my injured hand. The hole in the center of the palm had already begun to close.

I kicked my feet up on a plush ottoman. My eyes straying from my hand, out over the view of the city. Only a few feet and a thin pane of glass separated me from a 100 floor drop, straight down to the city street below. Fulcrum city, the capital of the unified factions of new merica. A bit of a long winded name if you ask me.

A voice from behind me spoke. Jolting me away from my thoughts.

"Master balakin. There is a man outside asking for you."

I turned on the couch. My butler, by the strange name of allan fiddlesworth, a handsome man in his mid 50's wearing a fine suit and vest. For years he had taken the place of my father, who had disappeared, never to be found. Way too cliche if you ask me.

"Who is it?" I stood reaching for a wine glass resting on a nearby coffee table.

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It was filled with generic brand rootbear. My drink of choice for almost any occasion.

"The Man claims to be part of the planteer faction."

"The druggie faction. Sounds fun. What did he want."

Fiddlesworth shifted his feet uncomfortably. Staring down at his leather dress shoes.

"He didnt say"

I grinned at fiddlesworth. "Don't worry. I've got this."

I swirled my glass of root beer as i left my personal suite, enjoying the fimiliar scent and fizzy sound.

I stepped into the elevator bouncing back and forth from heels to toes.

I knew a super that could catbonate almost any drink. Seriously. That was his one power. Or so he said.

Lots of supers had the habit of hiding their more potent abilities.

The elevator let out a pleasant ding and the doors slid open with a smooth, woosh.

The planteer man stood in the middle to the foyer. "Nice place you've got here zeropoint." He called out to me.

He wore a tuxedo in a tasteful shade of forest green.

I raised a hand in greeting. The man copied the gesture.

"Hello master balakin. Or is it zeropoint. Which one do you prefer."

Reaching the man, i extended a hand for a handshake. "Please. Just call me jax. And who might you be, my green clad friend."

I glanced down at his pocket square, which was really just a folded stack of 100 dollar bills.

The Man shook my hand, he had a firm grip. "My name is Avery Iss. And can i say, its a pleasure to meet you jax i can imagine we will get along quite nicely."