[i]Five days ago.[/i]

Lenny Alvarez was covered in bandages and scratches, but he spoke clearly as he briefed SWAT on what had happened at the apartment in Little Venice. Kathleen Aurelia, the Chief, and several others listened quietly in Chief Gherrenfur’s office.

“We heard gunshots,” Lenny said. “Roth and I came through the door, and Castilucci already had his gun out. We told him to get down on the floor, and he hit us with a grenade or something. I was lucky; I was able to get behind something. Roth’s more banged up.”

[b]CapeChaser Tweet-Summary: [/b]The Bureau of Paranormal Investigations and Tracking is a government agency dedicated to capturing and studying paranormal objects and entities.

[b]Legal Status: [/b]The Bureau of Paranormal Investigations and Tracking is a branch of the U.S. Secret Service, an American federal agency. It occasionally exercises law-enforcement powers, but it primarily performs investigations and deals with areas where legal status is vague or simply irrelevant.

[b]Episode 1: Citation Needed[/b]

[b]CapeChaser Tweet-Summary:[/b] Scorpion is an international organization devoted to world conquest[1]. Scorpion is among the largest, most varied, and most feared of all organizations on the villain spectrum.

[b]Location:[/b] Scorpion maintains a network of hidden bases throughout the world, hidden in locations ranging from warehouses to penthouses to caves. However, there are rumors of larger bases, also scattered worldwide, where Scorpion trains its agents and performs its research.

Howdy, folks. Warcabbit here. Today, I’m going to bring you a very special side project. We’ve got a lot of really creative people in Missing Worlds Media, and sometimes we wander off down side roads that aren’t related to the main game. This one is worth telling you about. Our own Terwyn started it, and I’m glad to say I was somewhat involved, but I’m going to let him tell it to you his own way.

Castilucci had holed up in some pretty terrible dives over the years, but this cheap room in the Highpoint Corner Savpoint Inn was one of the worst. Discolored stains marred the cracked plaster of the walls. Some kind of goop oozed from a corner of the ceiling; Castilucci hadn’t wanted to examine it too closely. The dirty carpet was worn down to nothing in a half-dozen places. The exposed pipes rattled whenever someone in an adjoining room used the water. Flyspecks dotted the single lamp, and rips in the stuffing of the cheap chairs exposed the upholstery.