That message played on every major news network in the country, along with every video sharing site we could think of. More importantly the files I stole were posted on every site with a link to the video as well. The video played in the background as I came up behind our target. He was a decently famous alumni, strength, durability, flight, super senses, perfect hair and a rugged jaw line. I immediately put one of Omm's projects through its paces. A sonic emitter that rang at a frequency specially tuned for our target. Vertigo, nausea, and general pain hit him all at once, sending him to the ground. KC pulled out Omm's second project. A syringe filled with nano bots, designed with the same technology as the inhibitor collars based on the other files I stole. As Mr. Jawline lay on the floor, writhing in pain and trying not to vomit, I decided to take out some building frustration on him. His powers atleast made him a decent punching bag, and felt cathartic. Once I was done KC hit him with the syringe. Withing a few second he stopped writhing and managed to stand up. He probably assumed that the sound was gone and not his super hearing, or any of his powers because the first thing he did when he got steady on his feet was they to punch me. Seeing him hold his own hand in pain was also satisfying. KC landed a kick to his temple and he was out before he hit the ground. We picked up Mr. Jawline and began our trip to the safehouse. Omm wanted to study the effects of their new inhibitor nano bots and whether they would be able to be a long term option to super human containment. On the way there KC showed me how our message had been received. Almost every news station was running emergency broadcasts to talk about it. Politicians were making comments on it. World leaders were having private meetings to discuss the stolen files. People were making memes of us. Everything was happening all at once and it was setting in just how big this would be. We had so much work to do. We would need more allies than the 5 of us. We would need more resources to pull off real operations and not just jump mid-tier superheroes.

But regardless, we opened this can of worms and now we're going to lie in it.

[I hope yall like this. I kinda lost steam around the end there, sorry about that.]

It was supposed to be a simple job. Go undercover into the super training academy, access their databases, get the schematics of various power inhibitors they used on their super powered inmates, get out and get paid. It took nearly 9 months but I finally got the data. But my dumbass wanted more. I looked into various other files, maybe I was curious, maybe I wanted blackmail or extortion material, I dont know, but what I found was too much even for scum like me.

9 months back some rich cunt sends his lawyer to my regular diner with a job offer, it's a long con but the pay is beyond my going rate so I agree. My powers aren't anything special, I'm big, I can take a hit, and bit back harder, basically I'm more of a bigger goon than villain. That made me perfect for this job, no one knew me, no one would suspect me. I got forged papers courtesy of my new employer, and I was off to the races. I tried to keep a low profile, older generations of hero academy graduates and alumni walking around making sure the young blood remember their place in the hierarchy. I put up a "big brother" act to keep people from suspecting me and thinking I was up to something shady. Looking back those two philosophies were incompatible.

Around the 3rd month at the academy, alot of these people were either absorbed into established teams or taken on as a ward by another established super, another way the older generations kept the younger ones in line. My big brother act backfired here as not only had I managed to make friends, but my friends decided it would be a good idea to form a new team with me as the leader. Along with me there was Persephone, she controlled plants. THE BOULDER, a dude who could turn his skin into any kind of natural rock. Katie Creek, or KC as she went by, who could put herself into any amount of liquid no matter the size. Ever been drinking water only to have a full grown woman punch you in the mouth, the mental damage alone is wild. And then there was Omm, a super genius who added cybernetics to their brain to make them think better whcih also somehow gave them psycho-kinetic powers.

We went through alot in the next few months, we all moved into a shared home. We started training together, and we even came up with dumb names for combination attacks. I had the time of my life, but I still had a job to do. I convinced Omm that I needed schematics of the academy for reference since I wanted design ideas for when we graduate and get our own base. Broke my heart to lie to them like that, they seemed so happy at the idea of our team having a base all our own in the future. I promised myself that I'd use some of the money to buy the kid something nice. Heh, if you cant earn love you can buy it, great message there captain jackass.

But there I was, finally getting the files I was hired to get, but something compelled me to get more. And boy did I find more. I took as many files as I could fit onto as many hard drives as I had and got back to the house. Omm was the first I spoke with, I needed their brain to tell me what I saw was real. And they confirmed it. Embezzlement, bribing government officials and politicians, funneling money to offshore accounts, financing PMCs, known criminal associates, cartels, insurgent cells, so much money involved and barely any effort to hide it. The hero organizations were financing chaos to keep themselves employed and keep government grants coming.

Ofcourse Omm asked me how I got all this, and I couldn't lie to them anymore. I swear I heard their heart break as they learned their leader, their friend, their brother, was a double agent. The kid cried into my arms for what felt like hours, begging me to tell them that this was a bad dream, that heroes would never do those things and that I was still the person they knew me as, but I couldn't lie to them, no matter how hard I wished I could. When they finally calmed down enough I asked them to look over all the files as fast as possible, and that we needed to have a team meeting. Once everyone was together, I once again told them the truth, that I was a double agent and showed them the files I stole, with Omm explaining what those files meant. THE BOULDER nearly sent me through a wall, calling me a traitor. Persephone tried to strangle me with tomato vines before Omm convinced her to stop. KC just looked at the floor, not reacting to anything, like time stopped moving for her.

The next few hours were a hurricane of emotions, confusion, panic, and uncertainty. What were we gonna do? How deep does this go? Can we even stop this? At some point Perse threw up from anxiety and THE BOULDER had a panic attack. We decided to all head to bed, sleep on it and figure things out when we woke up.

When that time came, we all gathered again and agreed on a few things. We need to release those files; we need to send a message that this system has got to go; and that we need to find a safe place to stay in the meantime. THE BOULDER and Persephone would work on getting a secret base up and running. Omm would help with that while also doing a project of his own. And KC would scout out an alumni to take out to send a message. And as the "leader" I was given the task of creating the message that would rally people to our cause.

The day finally came, the base was ready, our target was chosen, Omm's project was finished, and my message was ready. I rehearsed over a hundred times and I still felt a pit in my stomach, but the time was now. I put on a steel helmet, fashioned in the shape of a wolf, turned on the camera and began the message.

"People of the world, you have been lied to. The superheroes who should be protecting you are the ones allowing you to live in danger and fear. They allow chaos to spread so they have a means to justify their existence and their paychecks. The heroes of the world have funded cartels, terrorists, created conditions that allow villains to be born, grow, and thrive. These heroes value their own livelihood and wealth over your lives. We are here today to say 'ENOUGH IS ENOUGH'. WE ARE HERE TO SAY 'THIS SYSTEM IS BROKEN, IT IS TIME TO GET RID OF IT'. WE ARE HERE TO END THE RULE OF THE HIGH AND MIGHTY AND RETURN TO THE PEOPLE THE PEACE AND SAFETY THAT THEY HAVE STOLEN. AND TO THOSE WHO WILL CLING TO THIS BROKEN, CORRUPTED, VILE SYSTEM, WE WILL COME FOR YOU TOO. TO THOSE WHO SEEK TO DEFEND THOSE WHO HAVE STOLEN FROM THE PEOPLE, WE WILL COME FOR YOU. TO THOSE WHO GORGE THEMSELVES ON THE SUFFERING OF THE PEOPLE BY TURNING SUFFERING INTO A BUSINESS, WE WILL COME FOR YOU. I AM FENRIR, AND WE. ARE. RAGNAROK."