The Asgardian fugitive, the Enchantress Lorelei, sat in the back of a black SUV, wearing a black dress with a daringly low back...
Watching Sif rush into the room she had just occupied, she chuckled and crossed one leg over the thigh of the tall man beside her. "You told me you were the bravest warrior. You promised you'd give me the best life. So why are we still stuck in this awful place?"
The tall man stared greedily at the fair, slender leg resting on his thigh. He swallowed hard and said, "This is New York, the center of the world.
"As long as we recruit more Mutants to work for us, I can give you the best life.
"A mansion, luxury cars, maids, a butler, and countless luxuries..."
Distrust filled Lorelei's beautiful eyes. The unlucky fugitive witch knew next to nothing about Earth.
When she first arrived, she'd met the man beside her in a small town in Connecticut. Back then, he was the leader of a Motorcycle Gang and a big shot in the local area...
But the so-called "best life" that a nobody like him could offer amounted to the lives of the rich people she'd seen in movies...
The Motorcycle Gang leader had racked his brains and come up with nothing better than recruiting underlings to rob banks. He thought it was the fastest way to make money.
Of course, with Lorelei's help, they'd had things their way at first.
Any Mutants they encountered along the way who seemed useful were recruited as soldiers. Then came robbery after robbery...
But once they reached New York, they started running into trouble. Their ranks had grown like a snowball, but during their very first bank robbery, they ran into the Emergency Squad—a serious opponent. After a fight,