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The third applicant was already scowling when he walked through the door. Good start.
Her power kicked in as soon as he was fully through the door and began analyzing him as he walked towards her desk. He was shorter than her, and wore a black bodysuit with a ski mask. The entire costume was printed with a pattern of skeleton bones.
Overall, despite her best guess placing him at around 25 years old, he looked rather like a kid trick-or-treating.
Will kill you if you say that to his face.
That was a strong enough statement to make Lisa pause for a second. She already had one teammate that wanted to rip her head off, and she wasn’t entirely keen enough on adding another with an ego bigger than Rachel’s biceps.
Still, was there any chance that her power was being hyperbolic? Last week, it told her that Brian was going to kill her after she took the last donut, but she was still standing. At least, so far.
It was a pretty mild comment after all. Even Rachel would, at most, punch her once for that comment. Of course, given Lisa’s general lack of constitution and the aforementioned biceps, a single punch from her teammate may prove fatal.
Power?
He is actually 26 years old.
Thank you power, very helpful.
Ok, she had learned from her previous mistakes. Time to get some questions out of the way.
“Name and power?”
He leaned forward and grinned, the fabric of his mask moving with his mouth. It would have been rather threatening, were it not for the whole aforementioned “kid trick-or-treating” vibe he gave off.
“Fracture. I break bones.” He leaned back after that statement, apparently satisfied with it.
Touch range striker.
Able to break bones upon contact.
Lisa paused for a moment at that piece of information. After all, this was not exactly the most useful power for the Undersiders. They were thieves, not assassins.
However, there was still potential in his power. Having a team member nobody could touch would be a powerful deterrent. Lisa had to suppress a chuckle at the sudden mental image of Fracture and Clockblocker aggressively trying to poke each other.
Yes, his power would be useful as a nuclear deterrent. He could, heh, ward off the heroes.
Lisa Wilbourn’s efforts to distract from potential danger using comedy hindered by lack of good sense of humor.
God, everyone’s a critic.
She decided to ignore her power’s heckling and get on with the actual interview.
“Do you have a lot of villain experience?”
He shifted in his seat in an attempt to get more comfortable, finding little success until he leaned back and kicked his feet up onto Tattletale’s desk. This had the side effect of immediately transforming Lisa’s fake smile into a genuine frown.
“Feet off the table,” she automatically chastised.
Fracture just smirked and scooted his feet even further onto her desk. Lovely, another stubborn personality. Lisa kind of wanted to recruit him just to see him meet Rachel for the first time.
Note to self: Stock up on popcorn just in case that happens. It would certainly be entertaining, in one way or another.
"I was out on the West Coast for a while, did some freelance murder for a while. Then The Elite came in and pushed out any independents that didn't join them, so I came here," he said, in a casual tone that rather clashed with the multiple murder confessions.
God damn it. Lisa was positive that she had written "Murderers need not apply" on the job ad, it had certainly not been listed on his résumé, and yet here she was, interviewing another psycho. It's almost like supervillains were a nasty bunch in general.
Maybe she could let him down easy?
Ego bigger than Brian's biceps.
Will attempt to kill you and take over the team if you reject him.
Ok, she could deal with this. Offer him a spot on the team, call the cops when he leaves. She'd already done it once with the arsonist, maybe she could even get another medal out of it.
Will attempt to kill you and take over the team if you accept him.
For fuck's sake. Time for Plan...C Lisa supposed, bracing herself. Might as well get this over with.
"Look, I'm gonna be honest," she started, letting out a sigh, "I don't think you're quite what we are looking for here on the Undersiders." Lisa noted that his muscles tensed up and his scowl deepened upon hearing that, but continued. "We were hoping for someone with a little...less murder experience. We'll keep your résumé on file and let you know if anything else opens up though."
Fracture reacted as soon as she finished, attempting to lean forward to tag her, feet still on her desk. Lisa responded by shoving the desk as hard as she could towards him, which was a fairly underwhelming effort but still succeeded in toppling him backwards.
Ok, she would definitely need to ask Brian and Taylor for workout advice after this.
Her gun was off of her belt and in her hands by the time he hit the ground.
No need to aim precisely this close up, point shooting will suffice.
Blood loss insufficient to ensure incapacitation before physical contact is mad.
Nervous system damage required.
The first shot hit high on his shoulder, knocking him down again just as he was attempting to find his feet. The next 12 bullets all landed center mass, fracturing his spinal cord, perforating multiple organs, and thoroughly aborting any further attempts to find his feet and attack her.
Wounds fatal in approximately 1 minute.
1 bullet left.
She took the time to properly aim for the last shot, blowing a hole right between his eyes as the slide of the gun locked back.
That's what you get for disrespecting her lovely desk ($39 from the thrift store), fucker.
...Fuck, now she had to clean this up.
Mop and bleach located in broom closet down the hall.
Thank you power.