Las Vegas, 10 months ago
In the great city of lust and gambling, The Kenji's Casino is one of the big "hot spots" of the town. On the bustling gaming floor a huge crowd gathers around the high roller's table, with a high stakes poker game reaching its finale. Three players remain, a tuxedo wearing mobster, a stereotypical rich Texan, and a man in a dirty, wrinkled coat with a fedora hat slightly covering his face.
Mobster: I raise you 5,000
Texan: Well shot looks like I'm out, you Yankee Vegas fellas are just too much for an old southern man like me.
Dealer: Sir, do you fold?
Fedora Hat: The name's Smart, MaxwellSmart, Mr. MaxwellSmart too you. P.I. extraordinaire.
Dealer: Hmm, yes. Now Maxwell-
MaxwellSmart: Mister.
Dealer: … Mr. MaxwellSmart, what is your move?
MaxwellSmart: I see his bet and raise him another 7 grand.
The crowd does the obligatory Ooh's, Ahh's, and gasps.
Mobster: That's a pretty hefty bet for a private detective.
MaxwellSmart: Well I have a pretty rich benefactor for this game.
Mobster: Is that right?
The mobster places chips on the table as an attractive woman moves closer and stands next to him.
Bimbo: Honey, aren't you done yet? This is boring.
Mobster: In a minute babe.
MaxwellSmart: Oh is this your wife? Nice.
Mobster: Nope.
MaxwellSmart: I know, in fact your wife hired me; she's my banker for this game.
A ghastly look overcomes the mobster.
MaxwellSmart: Which is funny cause she gets her money from you. You see I've been hired by her to follow you on your little Vegas vacation, and provide evidence of infidelity which I have plenty of. Also she wanted me to tell you she's filing for a divorce.
Mobster: … you- you can't possibly- You're lying.
MaxwellSmart: I may, or this may just be an elaborate ruse to try and distract you. Just have to ask your self one thing. Am I bluffing?
MaxwellSmart takes off his hat revealing that he has no face… well actually it's a mask. Why he was allowed to do this in a poker game is beyond me. As the Mobster sat speechless Maxwell throws his cards on the table
MaxwellSmart: Royal flush.
Written By: Random
Cover By: Random
Emerging from the Ashes of the Emperor's victory over the Avatars, heroes came together, bonding through various hardships. Now, they are faced with the challenge of overthrowing an empire
~ NURHACHI & DR.STRANGEFATE PRESENT ~
ULTIMATE CENTRAL
THE FANFIC
The Hidden: Get Smart
Volume 8, Issue 58, By Random
The Hidden:
Random - Flight and super strength, also a *****in' sword.
MaxwellSmart - A fedora-wearing all time super sleuth.
Unknown - Who the hell is this guy?
Santa Barbara, Present Day
I sat back in my chair as she began to leave. Wearing a skin tight sexy red dress, her hips bounced back and forth, man she was a looker. As she was about to walk out the door, but before she did she gave a playful wink. Out of all the detective agencies in all the world and she had to walk into mine. Why do I always attract with such complex… wait a minute.
There's something written on my door? I quickly get up and take a look on the other side off my door. On the glass it says "MaxwellSmart Private Dick Face Extraordinaire". Damn kids, bunch of savages in this town. As I go to wipe off the graffiti when I felt a sudden gust of wind, I instantly knew who it was.
MaxwellSmart: Can't you ever use the door Random?
Random: I would have but all I could find were the offices of a Dick-face.
MaxwellSmart: … Oh you son of a *****…
Random was a pretty good guy, a bit of a tool. Though I like the cape.
Random: Wh-what are you doing?
MaxwellSmart: What?
Random: You were talking to yourself out loud.
MaxwellSmart: Oh it's this noir thing I'm trying out.
Random: … seriously?
MaxwellSmart: Can I ask you a question?
Random: The answer is no.
MaxwellSmart: But you haven't even heard it yet?
Random: Let me guess, you are on the verge of becoming intimately close to a female who is either a girlfriend/married/just broke up with a friend of yours?
MaxwellSmart: You're good. But still-
Random: Wise man once said, "Bros before Hoes"
MaxwellSmart: Yeah but just look at this picture.
Random: Max don't go and- whoa… *sigh* I hate it when you ask me these questions.
MaxwellSmart: So anyways, I heard you got into quite a situation a few days ago.
Random: Yeah I met these New Avatars, news travels fast.
MaxwellSmart: The Project.
Random: What?
MaxwellSmart: I believe they are calling themselves, The Project.
Random: Well that's a dumb name.
MaxwellSmart: Boss-man couldn't have been happy about that
Random: The name?
MaxwellSmart: No the fact that you made contact with Ultimate Centralities.
Random: Couldn't be helped, I was tracking down Catalyst and they got in a tussle with him.
MaxwellSmart: They probably made fun of the way he smells, So what new feature did Dr. Warren add this time.
Random: The ability to turn his skin into rocks.
MaxwellSmart: Well that's at least original. I wonder why The Big 7 are just now getting active in Ultimate Central affairs, I would of thought that the technology the United Nations discovered would have kept them busy for another few years.
Random: That's why I'm here. Ultimate Bigby said something about getting a message to meet Catalyst there.
Max walks towards to a board hanging off a wall filled with news paper clippings of different conspiracies. He flips the board around revealing different papers of seemingly random events connected through an intricate web of lines.
MaxwellSmart: Hmm, so that battle wasn't intentional, a meeting would imply an effort in cooperation. Why would they need a group of super heroes, with all their resources? Are they just after a single member? A particular power they need to use? No, then why contact the whole group? And why be so upfront and not use a cover story? They either want to bring the Project under their control or they truly need their help. But why now and what problems are they facing? What has change? … Change? Of course everything's changed.
Random: Huh, what? Sorry I wasn't paying attention to your whole rant.
Santa Barbara, 10 months ago
MaxwellSmart was walking towards his office, pretty pleased with this case, seeing as he made a lot of extra cash from the casinos. But something felt off tonight, usually after a case his mind unwinds and clears itself. Tonight his head felt unusually active. He passes poster for a concert tour of the band: The Emo Chicks, than the wind blows a newspaper into his face.
MaxwellSmart: Hmm, Bank robberies happening around the country.
Then something clicked.
MaxwellSmart: The Emo Chick are robbing banks on there tour! Each robbery takes place in between each stop of their tour, to avoid suspicion.
MaxwellSmart felt odd, he never solved a mystery that quickly. But for some reason he can picture the tour stops and robberies on a map instantly. He was always good at picking up clues but never connected anything that fast.
MaxwellSmart: I must be at the top of my game tonight.
Max shrugs it off and continues down the street, where he can see the flashing of police lights. Curious, Max walks underneath the police tape.
MaxwellSmart: What do we have here, Pops?
Police Officer: Well if it isn't MaxwellSmart, what do you think you're doing get behind the tape, there's no sexual affair to take photos of?
MaxwellSmart: Calm down old timer just curious-
Suddenly Maxwell spots the body.
MaxwellSmart: The waitress from the Shanky's restaurant down the street did it.
Police Officer: What?
What indeed, Max didn't even realize what he did when said that. He solved the case with one look at the body.
Police Officer: What makes you think the waitress did it?
MaxwellSmart: The waitress had a distinct bracelet that left a mark on his left temple.
Police Officer gave Maxwell a strange look. After a few minutes of pointing out other clues that was evidence against the waitress, Max left for his office. What was wrong with him, how could he see these connections so instantly? Now he was really worried.
Santa Barbara, Present Day
MaxwellSmart: E-Day. The day the Emperor basically gained major influence all over the world. Something happened with the Illuminati. Either they want to hand over the Project members to the Emperor or more likely they are losing there straggle hold of the world.
Random: What? Mister "Greatest Detective in the world" has more then one answer for a question?
MaxwellSmart: Weird isn't it. But I don't know much about Ultimate Central. I've been brushing up on everything about them but there's a lot going on with them that don't appear in the news.
Random: We should find out how the society has contacted them and keep our eyes open.
MaxwellSmart: Already on it, The Boss-man told me to find the most likely hideout for The Project.
Random: And that is?
MaxwellSmart: The Doc Comic Mansion.
Random: Doc Comic? You mean that nut that lost it in Manhattan?
MaxwellSmart: The very same. No one has seen him since and the mansion is fortified and its believed to have extremely advance technology. The perfect getaway for your underground superhero team on the go. Also, Google Earth shows there has been recent activity and power surges in that area.
Random: Google Earth can show power surges?
MaxwellSmart: There's a little button in the corner. Anyways the Boss-man has already sent someone to stake out the mansion.
Random: So all we do now is wait?
MaxwellSmart: Correct, so about this chick I was talking about earlier…
Random: Damn it
Santa Barbara, 10 months ago
MaxwellSmart spent most of the night in his office. He sat in a pile of newspaper clippings solving mystery after mystery after mystery. He was sleep deprived and talking out loud, slurring his speech.
MaxwellSmart: The moon landing wasn't faked, but the footage was to hide the truth… Princess Diana's death wasn't an accident; it was to protect the secret of the royal family… Larry King has been dead for five years… Connected… It's all connected, everything… web… web of deceit. Control… spiral… Weapons… The occult… Hollywood… politics… everything tied… tied together.
Suddenly there is a knock at the door.
MaxwellSmart: Heh, wha- *clears throat* who is it?
Voice: Delivery.
MaxwellSmart: Delivery? No, assassination? … too close to truth, wait too soon for reprisal.
Maxwell staggers to the door and opens it/
Mobster: Remember me?
MaxwellSmart: … no?
His ploy didn't work and several large thugs grabbed him through the door.
Santa Barbara, Present Day
Random: No, compile the basics of everything we know about the Big 7 and their organization.
MaxwellSmart: Why?
Random: I think Project should know who they're dealing with.
MaxwellSmart: Are you nuts! If they do side with the Illuminati, they will know everything we know, and I know that's not a good idea. Plus the Boss-man would never approve.
Random: That's why we're not going to tell them. Listen if the Illuminati do convince Project to join them, we will have a bigger problem on our hands. We don't have to tell them everything, just enough.
MaxwellSmart: I don't like this.
Random: I know, but it's the right thing to do.
MaxwellSmart: *sigh* you and your "right thing". Fine, give me a few days and I'll have a report ready.
Random: Thanks Max.
MawellSmart: Yeah, yeah, yeah. Just make sure the Boss-man doesn't find out.
Random move towards the window.
MaxwellSmart: Hey that dick face thing will wash off right?
Random pause for a second and just smile as he flies off.
MaxwellSmart: *sigh* … bastard…
Santa Barbara, 10 months ago
MaxwellSmart sat, tied to a chair. The thugs have roughed him up good, not the worse he's had but this situation feels bad.
Mobster: I'm surprised you didn't fight back.
MaxwellSmart: I'm a lover not a fighter.
Mobster: So it would seem. Do you know what you've done to me?
MaxwellSmart: Well I haven't slept for over 30 hours and I just had the crap beat out of me so my mind is a bit foggy, but did I tie your shoelaces together?
The mobster punches Max in the face.
Mobster: You know this divorce settlement is going to cost me a fortune. Not to mention the thorough embarrassment you gave me. So you know what I'm going to do.
MaxwellSmart: By me a lap dance?
Mobster: Funny. No, I'm afraid I'm going to kill you.
The Mobster takes out his gun and aims it at Maxwell's head.
Mobster: Before I kill you I would like to know why you wear that mask.
MaxwellSmart: You wanna know?
Mobster: Yes.
MaxwellSmart: I mean, do you really want to know?
The Mobster cocks his gun.
MaxwellSmart: Okay, okay. The reason I wear this mask… is because… woman can't handle the beauty.
The Mobster smiles and aims his gun, preparing to fire; when suddenly there was a large bang at the door. When it opens a strange force fires knocking out each thug including the Mobster.
MaxwellSmart: What – who's there?
A man walks through the door holding a strange device.
Unknown: Hello detective. Have you been feeling a bit different lately?
MaxwellSmart: Who are you?
Unknown: I've been watching you and impressive power you got.
MaxwellSmart: Power? … Ultimate Central?
Unknown: Amazing. The ability to instantly see the connections in seemingly random dots. It could be useful for my mission.
MaxwellSmart: Mission?
Unknown: How would you like to help solve the biggest mystery of all?
Undisclosed Location, Present Day
Seven figures sit around a conference table, the background is pitch black. Spotlights shine on six individuals, but the one at the head of the table is shrouded completely in darkness. They are the manipulators, the ones on top, and the ones who control everything. The are…
The Big 7
Mr. Eisner - Media expert, has ties in almost every single media in the world, he is bald.
Dr. Warren – An alchemist, who is dedicated in creating the prefect Homunculus, has made an army of three foot tall versions and with technology found in UC, he has become very dangerous.
Mr. Moore - the one who holds influences over most of the major corporations
Mr. Miller - An arms dealer who also over sees development of new weapons and technology.
Rev. Morrison – An African American man who has connections in almost all major religions as well as several cults.
Ms Ellis – She holds connections in all governments/politics and can manipulate entire wars if needed.
??? - ???
Mr. Eisner: So what's first on the agenda.
Ms. Ellis: First I would like announce that Project S.T.U.D.E.N.T. has officially been dismantled, apparently it was being run by two morons.
Mr. Moore: I'd rather get to something that's actually important, namely the doctor completely screwing up the Ultimate Central situation.
Dr. Warren: Hey, you asked for an agent who was expendable and had no direct connection, and Catalyst was the best I had.
Mr. Moore: We asked for an agent for negotiations not a fight!
Dr. Warren: How was I suppose to know that-
Mr. Eisner: Listen your just lucky that you were next in line for the occult position you predecessor, the good doctor, just vanished, you didn't earn this seat. And your lucky the meddlesome Random showed up or else our whole plan would-!
Suddenly the shadowed figure lifts his hand, and the room fell deafly silent. The other members compose themselves
Reverend Morrison: So, how do we fix this?
Mr. Eisner: We can't use another go-between. To fix the mistrust that they must have, we must make an open gesture. I will go to their base personally.
Mr. Moore: Are you sure that's wise decision?
Mr. Eisner: Anything less will not suffice. Shall I go forward?
The shadowy figure remains still giving only a slight nod.
Ms. Ellis: Good, now on to another business…
