Face your Sin

The Hobgoblin struggled in juggling both munching on his (honestly second or third) dinner and paying attention. He held the opera glasses up high with his right glove, and delicately maneuvered slurping pizza grease with his lips and propping the entire slice up with all five fingers of his left. The pizza box had been placed to the dashboard for both to guzzle down, slightly obscuring view of "The Water Demon". He gave no visible reaction to Mysterio's kind gesture. It was one of Beck's slices that was given away anyway, so it was of little note to the gluttonous goblin. Though, once Beck gave his reaction of dry wit to Kingsley's scheme, the Hobgoblin simply feigned innocence. "Well, that's not necessarily a given... He's a big boy! He can take care of himself!" He protested despite the knowledge that Quentin was correct. This dope was basically a lamb for slaughter. There was the distinct chance that loser could live, however unlikely that distinct chance was. Not that it really mattered either way, it was of little concern to him. There was nothing linking the duo to it anyway. For all anyone else knew, they were just at the right place at the right team (which, honestly seemed to be a trope for the pricks they fought back at home).

The duo spied lackadaisically at the deranged Neo before them. A somewhat rotund and goofy looking fellow, he was dressed as though he were at the beach. Sunglasses, sandals, blue and purple swim trunks and a blue and purple Hawaiian button up, the pattern of which were simply splashing waves. A fire hydrant bursted at the seems beside him, the water gushed and guzzled out, flowing around him almost like a hurricane, though far more controlled. He prattled on about water drowning all in the world, and some Neo uprising. The small crowd recording him make a fool of himself ate it all up, unsure as whether to laugh or flee, they simply recorded. There was one member of the crowd which didn't swarm around the loon. One which detested the deranged fool from afar. She had rested herself, nestled to the rooftops in a northerly direction just a mile or so down the road. Blonde hair haphazardly strung behind a black and red combat mask. Laying in such a position, such that she could snipe him from above - and that she did. A loud BANG! echoed the streets, and a thin stream of blood pooled down "Aqua's" forehead and trailed below his sunglasses. He collapsed to his face immediately. "I warned you Neo scum! I told you I'd be coming!.... Now, it's time, to face your sins."

"Christ!" Kingsley jolted and jumped in shock. His last pizza slice drooped to the floor, and he ducked behind the steering wheel. The crowd all screamed and cried out, fleeing in terror and ducking behind the nearest cover they could come across. "Did you see that!? Sniper fire from the roof!" Kingsley ambled up, looking around the buildings for some sign of the shooter. "Up there!" The slothful sleuth cried out, pointing diagonally to his left. His fanged teeth curled into a grin, and he playfully punched his cohort on the arm twice. "Oooooooh! This is great!! Our first big hit! HAHhahhahhahhehhehhehheeeeeeeeeeh!" He turned from Beck back to the corpse of his fallen distraction, his grin only fading into a neutral expression of mild disgust. "Eugh... Well, you were right.... He's never been more dead. That schmuck owed me a twenty, too. Maybe we'll make a stop at the dudes apartment after, eh, Quincy?" He chuckled to himself slyly, soon realizing he called Beck by the wrong name. "Wait, that's not right... I'll get it! I'm new at this whole Sinister Six thing, be patient... That other Goblin was Jason (the hack!)" With a newfound euphoria, Hobgoblin crawled from the drive seat into the back of the van. Haunch one himself over his glider, he bag strapping his boots in, elaborating to Beck what their (honestly rather simple) plan was. "Here's the plan... You distract her with your magics and mystics and robots, and I'll fly in from behind, and bomb the sh*t outta her! Hehhehhehhehhehheh!"

With that, the back doors of the van bursted open. Slowly, Hobgoblin's glider slid off track, it's wings unfolding as it fell out the vehicle. He saluted his comrade with a maniacal cackle as he flew off. Beck and the Goblin Gokart disappeared behind him as Kingsley flew through a neighboring alleyway and behind the pizza joint they'd just ordered from. Barely watching where he was gliding, the Hobgoblin began tinkering with some holographic watch on his left arm. Fiddling with it for a moment, the slothful glutton switched on stealth mode for his glider. It's thrusters hymned for a moment before falling relatively silent. With a grin, he looked up, though what he saw made that grin stretch and curl even wider. With eye bulging manic glee, he proclaimed out euphorically a simple "Hubba Hubba!......"

What old Roderick Kingsley saw, was a far younger gentleman, clad only in his underwear and a bow tie. Hobgoblin almost crashed into a pole. Admiring this... Robust fellow and hardly watching where he was gliding. This young man was peered at by Kingsley through a window. A window of a nearby strip club. It was at this moment, that the goblin glider shifted coarse. Roderick Kingsley, no longer interested (or perhaps simply forgetting about) the mission at hand, was now entering the aforementioned strip club. The clientele of this establishment were mostly woman. All of which giggled and glanced weirdly at the elderly man, clad in an orange cape and scaly yellow mask, hovering around on what can only be described as a mechanical bat. With a lustful grin, Kingsley confronted three of the establishments skimpily clad waiters, one of which was the gentleman seen before. Roderick lifted his mask and hood, bleached white hair daintily falling from the mask and dropping back into its usual slicked back style. "You boys like Orange? Hehhehhehhehhehheeeh!"

Sipping from the straw of some fruity orange cocktail, the flirtitious freak let a whole ten minutes fly by speaking with (and generally creeping out) the trio of waiters. "Yeeeeeeaaah, I've got my own tower in the works. It's no big deal. I'm just a superhero and all, ya know, nothing too important!" The lustful loon boasted as though it were nothing. Only one of the uneasy servers responded, giving a simple yet uncomfortable "Sweet..." It was at that moment, a sudden alarming realization appeared on Kingsley's face. "sh*t!! I forgot about Mysterio!!" In a frenzied panic, Hobgoblin swiped his mask off the the table, accidentally knocking his drink over in the process. The trio of waiters gave a sigh of relief as he glided out in a rush, leaving only a trail of exhaust fumes in his wake. "God! I hope he isn't dead!!!.... It'll be impossible to find a replacement this short notice!" The Hobgoblin decreed in hysteria as sniper fire echoed the streets. He fiddled around with the rubber of his mask, adjusting it so that it fit in only the most terrifying of ways, and flew up to the building this terrorist had stationed herself at. Several more shots were fired as Hobgoblin arose behind her, cackling maniacally has a pumpkin grenade was held firmly in his palm. "Say cheese!! Hehhehhehhahhahhahhahhaaaaaaah! AHHAHHHUHHEHAHHAHHAAAAAAH!" Sin turned, gazing up at her attacker as a pumpkin bomb was lobbed towards her feet. In a panic, she dove off the building. An explosion of orange blowing up behind her, and Hobgoblin's glider swooping down from the smoke after her.