In the dimly lit confines of Emil Johansson’s stronghold, the air was thick with tension. Emil, a silhouette against the backlit windows, revealed his trump card with a cold, calculating smile. He tossed two action figures across the table—likenesses of J.J. Smith and Abraham Corcoran—before his captives. “You really thought you could fool me, Franz…
In the shadowy confines of their makeshift lodgings, J.J. Smith and Abraham Corcoran huddled over a secure line to the Mandoleer’s Folly. The air was thick with anticipation as J.J. pitched a daring idea to Spacedawg. “Captain, we’ve thought of a way to draw out Emil and his cronies for good—staging your death,” J.J. proposed,…
In the dim light of a nondescript safehouse on the fringes of the bustling mercenary district, J.J. Smith meticulously trimmed his iconic mustache, altering his recognizable features. Beside him, Abraham Corcoran checked the last of their equipment: a pair of special contact lenses loaded with capabilities for full spectrum vision, live video and sound capture,…
