Dylan soared off into the night sky, ecstatic to have gotten everything listed. All that was left now was the phlebotinium, the lackey factory, and some way to gain information in secret. He even had the added bonus of facing another hero! This Dana Dozer could turn out to be a nemesis, her brawn against his brains. It sounded like the perfect setup for a comic book.
With the spartan hero and Dana, Dylan was starting to create a whole repertoire of heroes to face. He wondered if he'd be able to meet up with a hero when he went to steal the printers. As he flew, he marked areas on the map that might hold the goods he needed. The most promising was a computer manufacturer in the factory district. The second most promising was an imported goods warehouse in the harbors.
But first, he needed to join up with Jacques again and upgrade him into something more deadly. It was fine for nameless lackeys to get thrown around by heroes but he couldn't have the inventions he named that weak. Jacques was an absolute disgrace in that fight, which is why Dylan sent him back to the base.
Speaking of fights, the notification for his fight with Dana Dozer pinged at him. He opened it up to dismiss it. His reputation had fallen back to the bottom of F and he'd need to succeed in two more escapades. He wasn't too upset that it said he'd lost the fight. He did run away after all.
Dylan landed on the front lawn of the abandoned mansion and walked inside. He spent the minutes cleaning up the place, storing the furniture and sheets in his inventory. The dust on the sheets drifted into the air, no longer stuck to the white linens. Dylan coughed as it all swirled around him.
"I'll never be able to clean this on my own," Dylan hacked out. He went back to the front door to let some air in and check to see if Jacques had arrived. Seeing he hadn't, Dylan decided to create another gadget to help him clean.
Auto Broom
V8 engine (1)
Straw (1)
Wood stick (1)
Twine (10 ft.)
"Why the heck would I need a V8 engine for this?" Dylan said aloud. And then it hit him. "It thinks I mean a broom car or something!" He changed the entry.
Auto-broom
Straw or plastic fibers (1 bundle)
Wooden or plastic stick (1)
Toy Robot (1)
Twine (10 ft.)
Dylan looked through his inventory to see if he had the materials. "I'm missing the toy robot." He'd have to think of something else.
With that Dylan assumed the role of Dr. Zlo and jumped down from the top of the building. He activated his rocket shoes right before landing and gracefully landed on the sidewalk below. Jacques jumped down after him, landing with a thud on the sidewalk and bouncing. "This is no time for playing around Jacques." Dr. Zlo said.
The villain focused his monocle on the large warehouse door and fired. Concentrated light fired forth and cut straight through the flimsy metal door. Dr. Zlo carved out a large enough hole and walked inside. He was greeted by a smattering of warehouse guards and a few brave NPCs.
"Hello workers of Mirt's Electronics Depot! I am Dr. Zlo and this is my minion Jacques. Say hello Jacques."
The lackey tipped his bowler hat.
"We are here to make a withdrawal on some 3-D printers. If you would be so kind as to direct us to their location we will be out of your way shortly."
"Never should have come here," A guard replied. They pulled out a collapsible baton and whipped it ramrod straight. The other guards followed suit and the brave workers raised their large fists.
"Why do they always want to make it difficult," Dr. Zlo lamented. "Jacques, grab the truck."
The minion leaped to obey the command. The guards leaped at Dr. Zlo. The first made an overhead swing with his baton, attempting to rap the villain on the head. Dr. Zlo fired his laser at the man. The light went straight through the guard's shoulder, causing him to collapse in pain.
The second guard tried working in tandem with the third. He moved to Dr. Zlo's left while his partner went right. The swung their batons at the same time. Dr. Zlo activated his rocket shoes and launched himself at one of the workers, cane extended like a spear. It connected with the NPC's stomach. The worker bent forward in pain and collapsed to the ground.
Dr. Zlo turned to the two guards behind him, aiming his cane. He turned it to the foam setting and let loose. The guard to the right somersaulted below the stream but the other wasn't so lucky. White foam enveloped the guard, blinding him.
A baton swung in an uppercut at Dr. Zlo's chin and the villain backpedaled out of the way. He aimed his monocle once again and fired out at the guard. Once again he connected with the guard's shoulder, causing him to double over in pain. Dr. Zlo rapped him on the head with his cane for good measure.
The sprayed guard recovered once Dr. Zlo had finished with his partner. "Never should have come here," The guard said again.
"I guess not all the NPC's are sophisticated," Dylan muttered.
The guard charged forwards, baton held high overhead. Dr. Zlo took off his top hat and flicked it at the guard. Razor blades emerged as the hat spun. The guard rolled out of the way and into Dr. Zlo's waiting cane. Nose met polished wood in a clash of titans. The nose lost in a grand display of red.
Jacques picked that moment to arrive with the captured semi-truck. "Good work Jacques!" Dr. Zlo said. "Now let's work on finding those printers. And perhaps a few other items as well. Get as much as you can into that truck."
An hour later Dylan was driving out of the factory district and back to his secret base. The printers needed were in the bed of the truck, with a few extra just in case. He'd also snagged a pallet of laptops and a crate of graphics cards. There were various other electronics as well, all stacked on top of each other.