Vista Valley City...
In the industrialized section of downtown, a place scarce with pedestrians and traffic, stood the secret terminal and base of the super secret team of heroes, Dispatch 7. Jimmie Dawn drives his musty dang right through the hologram of a gate leading to the secret entrance and skirts to a halt. The building was an abandoned warehouse and business facility, perfect for planning their secret operations and storing their equipment undetected.
Jimmie strut into the warehouse where five other members of the team, already wearing their super hero costumes, were crowded around an old pool table that served as their main planning and thinking table. Jimmie joins the legendary, Vietnam vet, Sgt. Woodbone, the brilliant doctor, alchemist and seer of ghosts, Silver Sole, shadow-master, darkness manipulator and master infiltrator, Daylight, the undead tech master, Zaztech, and the wonderful, heated supporter and five star cook, Chef Magmel.
"Alright ya'll, we got us a mission involvin' a being that's from a whole 'nother barrel." Jimmie says in his goofy, over the top southern cowboy accent.
"Chad told us about that space creep that abducted you guys a few years ago." Silver Sole says.
"Doggone, powdered faced, slime ball had me in shackles! Kickin' my boots at them ugly sons of bitches!", Jimmie says looking over the pool table and scanning Chads holographic map of Vista Valley City. It was so realistic it looked like a solid mini model of the city.
"Jimmies having flashbacks of that anal probe right about now, aren't you?" Daylight asks with a smirk.
"Heck no I didn't let those space monkeys put their dirty paws near my pancake double stack!" Jimmie hollers. "I don't know about Chad though...speaking of Chad where is that doggone nerd-"
Suddenly, Chad, also and at the moment known as, Sailorman Chad, emerges from a door carrying a colorful weapon of some sort.
"Over here, cowboy", Chad says, waving the colorful gun around, "that clown is just in time as the solution for his demise is complete."
"Whatchu got there?" Silver Sole asks.
"A high tech weapon of space creep elimination." Chad answers.
"That looks like a damn water gun", Zaztech says, his undead arms folded in front of his chest cooly.
Chad aims the weapon at Chef Magmel and pulls the trigger, shooting a stream of an unknown liquid directly at his chest. Magmel hardly flinched and looked down at the wet spot at his chest, it quickly evaporated and dried due to his heating aura.
"That's because it is a water gun, my bean popping amigo!" Chad answers.
"Can you elaborate?" Jimmie asks.
"You see, last time we met the Cosmo King", Chad explains, "I was able to obtain a sample of his genetic makeup and biology during the fight. I found that he is made up of almost 90% of the chemicals found in cosmetics. This solution contains everything needed to wash that asshole away for good."
"So basically you just made makeup remover that we're going to be shooting out of water guns?" Daylight says, half rolling her eyes.
"Correct." Chad answered.
"What the hell are we waiting for?!" Sgt. Woodbone growls, "Lets go melt this punk!"
All the members of D7 spill into the armory room where loads of experimental weapons, gadgets and battle armor stood on display all over the walls and laid out on tables. Jimmie quickly disappeared into a closet like room and emerged wearing his full cowboy get up that included a long leather duster, cowboy style combat boots, a stylish cowboy hat and all his revolver style pistols, ammo and other tools dangling from his old western style utility belt.
"Now, there is just enough of this stuff in each of these assault rifle style guns so we need to make each shot count.You better see skin burning off every time you pull the trigger." Chad explains.
"Or can't we just stop at the store and pick up a few gallons of some more makeup remover on the way? Why's there have to be 'just enough'?" Silver Sole asks.
"Silly soul", Chad says, "this isn't just ordinary makeup remover. It's infused with my own special spices and ingredients to make sure we never see that motherfucker again."
"Alright, so then here's the game plan", Jimmie joins the rest at the table where all the water guns were laid out, "The best shooters will handle Cosmo King. Me, Woodhammer, Chad and Silver are going to be using the rifles to handle him, the rest of you deal with any other threats that may be bouncing around in there. According to the distress call, there is somethin' a lookin' like a pixie in there fuckin around with him."
"Nice, pixie zappin' time." Zaztech says.
"I'm gonna make me some delicious pixie pies, heheh!" Chef Magmel grumbles.
"They better be cute, it won't be fun if they're not cute." Daylight says playfully.
"Are ya'll done with the cheesy one liners?" Jimmie says putting on his aviator sunglasses, completing the Dispatchio persona costume and turning around to face them, "then lets git this barrel crackin'."
The team now was hurrying into the hangar section of the warehouse, just a larger section of the building where the bigger machinery once stood. In this section was Dispatch 7's vehicles. At the moment only two vehicles occupied the hangar and that was the D7 Super Truck, suitable for inner city travel, and the D7 Helican, an aircraft able to cover a much longer distance in shorter amount of time. It is similar to a helicopter but distinct with a unfamiliar design, paint job, and plastered with the teams logos. While the D7 Super Truck could navigate anywhere in the city in around seven minutes, the D7 Helican can navigate anywhere in the U.S in seven minutes flat.
"Headin' up north to Santa Rosa, we're gonna need the big bird." Jimmie says as they all pile into the copter. Soon, the hatch on the roof of the warehouse had opened and the D7 Helican was rising out of it and hovering away over the cityscape.
Dispatchio and Chad were eager to meet the Cosmo King again and hopefully for the last time….