For the last month, Wil had rented a house for himself and his crew, trying to remain inconspicuous. He had them dress in plain clothes so as not to intimidate the local suburbanites. For the most part, they enjoyed blending in with the locals, wearing the strange attire. Wil wanted them to adapt to the local earth culture. They did so, but to keep them on the premises only led to restlessness. Fights had broken out twice among the criminals, which he stemmed, but as it stood, he retained a tentative control of his crew. He feared to make the firs step into a life of crime, knowing he would cross a line from which he could never return. In truth, he only delayed the inevitable.
He ensured they trained at their arts to distract themselves. Multi-Beast watched the animal channel and poured through books at the local library to familiarise himself with earth’s animals. He currently watched a programme about wild horses. Grappler grew bored, drinking yet again, against Wil’s wishes. The alien changed the channel. When Multi attempted to change it back again, Grappler withdrew the remote. Wil hoped not to intervene. Fortunately, as Grappler drew his hand back, Odin sent out his whip, holding the man fast by the wrist.
Multi, thinking the confrontation at an end, reached for the dropped remote. Odin’s other whip cracked; it’s metal tip shattering the small electronic device.
“No one can watch it,” said the big man. “Go and train for awhile.”
The two men fumed, but complied, rising from the lounge.
“When are we going to do something?” Odin said.
Wil imagined this was how Meissner maintained control over his men. He had to lead them to money and infamy constantly or risk a rebellion. In a one to one confrontation he could best any one of them, but what if they all turned on him? If he didn’t make a move now, he would risk losing them. How did Meissner start his empire?
“We’re going to go to the first large bank we can find and rob it,” said Wil.
“What do we need to rob a bank for? We can take anything we want.”
“He’s right,” called Javelin from the kitchen entrance. “You said there’s no one on this planet that can stand up to us… except you.”
“We’re only going to make a statement,” said Wil. “It let’s our opposition know that we are the true power.”
“Your police will come,” said Odin.
“That’s the point. The media will come to publicise our quashing of the police. However, the first few times, the film will be edited to show how the police got the better of us because of their superior training, and that we had to break and run for another day.”
“Well then, we wouldn’t have made our point.”
“Then we make it again and again. Sooner or later, film will slip through to the public of what’s really going on. Bear in mind, Odin, the police of this country have an egotism which makes them desperate for the public to see them as heroes. They will answer the call each time in greater force than before.”