The taxi driver wiped a bead of sweat off his brow. Thank god we've arrived. He could give the lady her change and get the hell out of here. Three times those punks had leered at his wheels or hovered too close for comfort, and that was while they were still moving! The coins chinked into the relevant slots and the car roared our of the district in a cloud of burning synthi-rubber. A crowd was gathering.

No one had seen a doll looking like this in these parts for decades. The first thing they noticed was her style, then they picked up the scent of her perfume, faintly citric and as dry as Orson Welles' voice. Her skin was creamy and lightly freckled, her nose maybe slightly too big but it gave her character, and her lips were full and pale giving her a teenage schoolgirl sensuality. She left them staring, in a wash of white silk and lace, as she walked elegantly up the graffiti'd concrete steps into the apartment block. She ignored the stench of piss, the wolf whistles from behind and the obscene scrawls on the paint-bare walls.

Alice had written weeks ago, sounding troubled, but she had been so busy in the Caribbean on personal matters that it had taken her till now to get there. This was something she would live to regret. Alice's front door was ajar, the lock smashed apart and the door frame splintered. Alice's corpse had faired no better. Her lovely face beaten to a pulp, her bloodstained underwear around her ankle and her apartment ransacked, White Spirit's dearest friend was dead.

Big mistake.

This is a Marvel Superheroes RPG where you get to play the BAD GUYS for a change. Contact me if you're interested...