regnare_vocatus:

Julian called upon Benedict Thorn the morning after his meeting with Minnie, intending to discuss a few things. He didn't need anyone actively plotting against him, though plot they would, whether he liked it or not. He couldn't please everyone, but he did allow the Inner Circle to direct itself as necessary, so long as they came together when needed.

Julian sits behind his desk and thinks over what he's planning to offer Mr. Thorn. He wishes Minnie were here right now, but he'll deal with this as it happens.

"Mr. Howard, we have a Benedict Thorn for you in the lobby." his receptionist says over the speaker.

"Please escort him in." Julian orders.

stark_ravingmad:

"Tony Stark" unlocked the door to his penthouse (after taking a moment to search for the keys) and stepped inside, looking around. The place was completely new to to him, though he went over it with a practiced eye. He found all of the exits first, then checked out places where ambushes could be laid.

On a hunch, he went into the kitchen and checked in the cabinets, followed by the space between the sink and the refrigerator and found a gun wedged between the two.

"Some things never change." 'Tony' says to himself, taking the gun and placing it /behind/ the refrigerator, between the appliance and the wall.

Time to get started on this little farce.

"HONEY! NICK! I'M HOME!" Tony calls out loudly.

It is 3am.
 

nextgen_misc:

Night settled over London and the British Museum was closed for the evening. Cleaning crews moved quickly and efficiently through the hallways and galleries. Nothing seemed amiss and it was another night just like many others.

Suddenly the alarms started going off and large steel doors closed all over the museum. The police were automatically notified and a call went out to Excalibur.