Dextra and the three Amans straightened. Dextra spoke first. "Rumor around the street is that your group is looking for ways to combat superheroes."

"Rumors can get out of hand. All we look for is a way to deter the aggression of these so-called 'protectors of justice.'"

"Of course. Over the past few weeks, my group and I have been working on a solution to the problem."

"Oh? And what is it you offer?"

The waiter chose that point to arrive with the four's food. "Here we are, three surf and turfs and a shrimp scampi. Be careful, the plate's hot."

Dextra looked over at the waiter. "You know what, I think it's better if I just show you. Hans?"

The bodyguard behind Dex nodded and produced a syringe from their pocket. In one fluid motion, the man stabbed the needle into the waiter's neck and injected it. The waiter fell to the ground convulsing. The three Amans stood in surprise and fury.

"What is this!"

Before their very eyes the waiter was changing. As he convulsed his back hunched over and expanded. The arms and legs bulged, ripping through the man's clothes. Long hairs started to protrude out of his skin, covering the man in shaggy fur. The waiter's nails elongated and formed into long, sharp claws. Finally, the man's face elongated into a snout and teeth like small knives formed.

A few seconds later the waiter stopped convulsing and sat. "Aroo?" He barked. He had been changed into one of the wolf monsters Dr. Zlo had found in the secret base. The other diners in the restaurant screamed and scrambled towards the door. The wait staff followed behind, leaving only the four faction leaders, the bodyguard, and the transformed waiter.

"W-what is this!" An Aman demanded.

Dextra smiled. "This, gentlemen, is the future. I've been working with a prominent underground laboratory to produce this serum. When injected into a non-powered individual it changes them into the creature you see before you. They are stronger, smarter, and more durable than any normal minion. And as an added bonus they are completely loyal. Aren't you? Aren't you, you big ball of fluff."

Dextra scratched behind the monster's ears. It leaned into the affection.

"I will not stand for this!" The middle Aman shouted. The other two nodded in agreement. "We will not subject our people to monstrous changes such as this! It is a perversion of the natural order of things!"

Dextra picked at her nails. "Who says you have to use your people? The general populace is a much better target don't you think?"

The Aman slammed the table. "I will not have it! I came here with the expectation you would sell us weapons, not a chemical terrorist weapon! Leave now! And take your pet with you."

Dextra sighed. "That is such a shame. Here I was thinking we could have a wonderful partnership together. Oh well. If you aren't cooperating we're enemies." Dextra looked down at the mutant wolf and pointed to the Amans. "Sick 'em."

The monster jumped forwards and the Amans screamed. Dextra turned back towards Hans, who held a coat out for her. As she donned it he spoke. "We've gotten word from our contact that the underground base was hit."

Dextra paused. "Oh? Was it a hero? Someone who's reached B or higher in reputation?"

"The only description we have is that of a man dressed in a suit and top hat. He apparently had a curly mustache and a butler."

"There's no one with that description in the higher rankings."

"That's not all," Hans paused, wary.

"What is it?"

"Projects Alpha and Omega have been destroyed. Apparently, the man detonated some kind of bomb outside the facility. I've also been told the phlebotinium for project Omega was taken."

Dextra paused, taking three seconds to retain control of her emotions. In the background, the Amans screamed in agony as the wolf monster tore them apart.

"I want you to ask around about this man. When you find him, capture him alive and bring him to me. I'm going to make him pay for ruining my plans."