The Nextwave Squad, I presume. I am Chief Executive Officer of the Beyond Corporation. My name is Number None. With me are Mister sssh, Pope Omertá and General Quiet. And we—we are the core cell of S.I.L.E.N.T.! we placed a trapdoor in the marking plan: A false location, to lure anyone daring to interfere with the testing schedule. A fake city.  And more. A city on jets! A terrorist city! A flying trap! Nextwave, as you may know, was the given to a group of superhuman criminals in the 1970’s Dirk Anger bought the rights to the name and created his own “Nextwave” I have gone one step further. I have bought myself entire superteams BEHOLD!

 I give you….THE SURGERY!. Doctor Injectable. Doctor Nosexy! Doctor Meatball! Doctor Headless!

I give you….THE VESTRAY! The Inqusistor! Father Pain! Red Rosary! Revered Guilt! Abbess Horror!

I bring you…SUN KING!, The midnightman!, polestar, Slightly Creepy Police women! Behold….The Homosexuality!

(silence, then whispering)

Who will be here!  As soon as the gay pride parade in San Francisco is over!

And then Miss Rambeau, I laughed, and laughed and laughed. And went and built my classical super heros from raw taerials given to me by these absurd times. I built my Charlie America,…my Gaint-Sam and my frankly inedible Bulk. And my mysterious existentaially-terrifying FORBUSH-MAN.

I give you…THE NEW PARAMOUNTS!