As for our friend Dave, he knew nothing about any of this. He was wondering why Peggy still hadn't replied to his text.
"Maybe she's taking a shower or something. Text messaging sucks. It doesn't even have read receipts. Too bad I didn't get her Facebook account."
Right, Dave thought. Before she sees it, I'll come up with a few more interesting texts and give her twice the surprise.
Dave had no idea that he might be the one in for a surprise.
New York, Vought Tower.
Stormfront stood in Edgar's office and asked bluntly, "Edgar, how many people is the Pharmaceutical Company sending to help us?"
Stormfront had little respect for Edgar because he was Black. In fact, she deeply resented Black people joining the Pharmaceutical Company. But that was the current trend in America, so it was perfectly normal for Vought International to appoint a Black CEO to boost its share price.
Edgar could naturally sense Stormfront's contempt and snorted inwardly. If not for the benefits the Pharmaceutical Company had promised him, he would never have worked for those bastards.
Edgar was a practical man. As long as there was something to gain, racial discrimination was hardly an issue.
"They've sent two elite squads. Every member is at least as powerful as the Deep."
"With them, the Seven, Soldier Boy, and the other superheroes, we should be able to take down Linderman and his people," Edgar said.
"Two elite squads?"
Stormfront was dissatisfied. "Isn't that a little too few? The Pharmaceutical Company has trained plenty of elites over the past few decades. Are they keeping them at the base until they expire?"
"The authorities have always been wary of us. Until we produce perfect compound five, we can't let them discover our true strength."
Edgar shook his