I looked at my new room. I didn't really have that much stuff to move in, but there was still that fresh room feeling to it.

My room was on the second floor of the house, with the neighboring room being Mother Wasp's room herself. Sophie technically had her own room as well, one which she put her clothes in.

But other than actually changing, she's never in there. She's quite determined to stick into my room. She's already found a way to both charge herself and steal my bed at once.

It's been a week since the last chapter, and in that time I've managed to successfully transfer Gabriel to an Underground clinic, one that may be illegal but is trustworthy enough, and covered my tracks after.

So I shouldn't need to worry about Killian somehow getting his hands to him anytime soon. And there's no others to worry about either. I've gotten the incredible amount of money that Mother Wasp promised, and I've already used a good two thirds of it to ensure Gabriel's survival for a few more months.

Other than that, nothing interesting has really happened. Sophie still sticks around me as much as possible, cooks food for us, and Mother Wasp always finds an excuse to try to cuddle me. She claims that it's my reward for my work at the Masquerade Ball.

Okay, the last thing isn't really that normal but I'm trying not to think about it for my own sanity. She's still my boss after all.

And so now...it's time to chill.

I went down the stairs, laying on the couch in the living room and turning the television on to be greeted with a commerical. Sophie followed, sitting down as I pulled my legs up and gave her the space to.

"Welcome back to Super Live, Champion City's 24/7 superhero and supervillain related news channel." The reporter spoke, the commercial having ended. "The Administration has just released the threat levels for a few new villains."

Threat levels. Numbered 1 through 6, in which the sixth is the most dangerous. They're attributed to villains to give a general idea of how dangerous they are. They're very broad and simple but they serve their general purpose.

Threat Level 1 - Street. These are your villains of the week.

Threat Level 2 - Block. These villains are a little stronger and more dangerous. Usually one hero can still take them down, but sometimes two are needed.

Threat Level 3 - City. This is where things start to get real. Deathhand was classified in this category.

Threat Level 4 - State. These villains are huge threats. Multiple heroes have to band together to stop them. Luckily they're rare.

Threat Level 5 - Country. Only one villain has ever been classified in this category, and this villain is what caused the creation of the Champions, the legendary superhero team.

Threat Level 6 - World. A villain who could take over the whole world. None have ever been classified in this category ever, but they still have it.

"Both Mother Wasp and The Maid have been classified as Threat Level 2." The reporter explained.

The Maid? Is that what they're calling Sophie?

Can't they do something better-

"The Maid." Sophie commented. "Acceptable. I like it."

You know, it's not bad. It's not Death Dagger-

I still can't take that name seriously.

The sound of footsteps coming down the stairs resonated from behind me. "Hm." I heard another Wasp hum. "They didn't give a threat level for you."

"Huh? Why would they?" I replied.

"Are you ready, my little worker wasp?" Mother Wasp asked.

"Uh...for what...?" I slowly replied, wondering what I could've forgotten.

Mother Wasp was dressed casually, her long, cheeky hair styled to where it covered her eyepatch. She wore a simple black dress which exposed her shoulders.

"I told you last week. We are starting with helping you form more connections." Mother Wasp stated. "So get ready, dearie."

Oh shit, I did forget!

I scrambled up to my room, where I quickly got ready. My usual load out had slightly changed now. Instead of one holster I now had two, allowing me to safely hold two pistols hidden underneath my clothes.

Like always I had a ski mask on me as well, along with my switchblade. But then here are my two newest babies, and boy am I excited about them.

I pulled up the sleeves of my hoodie, allowing me to slip on the two forearm sleeves with the hidden blades that I stole from that dragonfly winged dude.

With a certain flick of the wrist, the blade would come out. And with a reverse of the process it would then go back in. I've been practicing with it plenty of times to make sure I can properly use them needed.

"Soooo...where are we going?" I asked as I came back down the stairs. Sophie was already ready, wearing baggy clothes over her maid outfit to hide it.

"Just a little event that I caught wind of~" Mother Wasp grinned.

We exited the house, Sophie and I following Mother Wasp's lead as she led us through the city. A strange sensation tingled down as I felt like I was being watched, but I didn't see anyone suspicious.

I'm just being paranoid since the incident at the ball. Eventually we ended up outside of a back alley bar and restaurant called The Little Hand.

Mother Wasp opened the doors up to a restaurant filled with the grand total of one person. The bartender looked towards us from behind the bar.

"I'd like a strawberry special." Mother Wasp stated, walking up to the bar and leaning onto it.

"For all three?" The bartender asked.

"Yes." Mother Wasp stated. She pulled out a bill, sliding it towards him.

He nodded, pressing a button under the desk. The whirring of machines was heard as from behind the bar the floor started to move and reveal a staircase.

"Thank you." Mother Wasp smiled, turning back to us. "Come along now."

Sophie and I followed Mother Wasp down the stairs to a small hallway. We walked through the hallway, reaching a door at the end. Entering through the door we were met with a huge room that stretched on. It was filled to the brim with various people, stands, events, and other things.

"I think they took the name Underground too literally..." I commented. "...what is this?"

"Welcome to the week long event known as the Champion Underground Convention." Mother Wasp grinned. "This huge underground area connects to a few different restaurants, and every year they throw one of these."

"It could be quite helpful." Mother Wasp stated. "For example..." She pointed over to a large set up store with various ranged and melee weapons on display. "...illegal weapon smiths looking to sell their wares. Or over there is a new villain looking for recruits. You're not allowed there."

"This is...huge." I commented. "I can't believe I haven't heard of this."

"People don't just go blabbing about this event." Mother Wasp stated. "While impressive and resourceful, we are all vulnerable."

"Right. The only exits would be those small entrances." I realized.

You only get the highest rewards with the highest risk.

"Exactly, dearie." Mother Wasp nodded. "You'll be able to make some connections, get some gear, and who knows what else. And I'll pay for anything you want~"

"Are you serious?" I questioned, turning towards her. "What are you, my sugar momma?"

"Of course, dearie." Mother Wasp licked her lips with a smirk. "I will gladly be yours~"

Ooooooookay then, you need to have some thirst-quenching water.

"Master." Sophie tugged on my shirt. "There is no need to hire any other servants."

"Don't worry Sophie." I replied, bringing my hand up and rubbing her head. "You're my one and only maid."

"And what about me?" Mother Wasp grinned.

"Master does not need to play your games." Sophie answered.

"Why don't you let him speak for himself, hm?" Mother Wasp smugly smirked. "Afraid you won't like his answer?"

"I am only afraid that you don't know your boundaries." Sophie replied. "I am his servant. You are his boss."

Mother Wasp crossed her arms with a grin. "And yet I'm the only one who can satisfy-"

"Girls, girls, you're both beautiful." I interrupted. "But let's start before we get even more weird stares."

"Understood, Master." Sophie nodded.

"...beautiful." Mother Wasp lightly blushed.

I led the charge, starting with walking towards that illegal weapon smith that Mother Wasp had pointed out. He had a whole set up, showcasing a bunch of melee weapons on one half and more ranged weapons on the other half.

There were quite a few people looking around at the set up. The man who made them sat on a foldable chair outside, his arms crossed. He had a large rugged scar down his eye, shaggy black hair and a scruffy black beard, and a metal arm.

"How can I help ya?" He huffed. "Looking for anything specific?"

"Not really." I replied. "Came to take a look at your craft. Seems pretty impressive."

"Flattery does not give discounts." He grunted.

"Damn, you saw through my plan." I dramatically sighed. "I'm going to give a look around then."

"Go ahead." He waved me off.

I started looking at all the different items. There were swords, shields, axes, maces, even the swingy spiky ball thingy!

He also has pistols, rifles, a crossbow, shotguns, a sniper rifle, and a few tactical bows. Did he seriously make all of these?

That's quite impressive.

And then that's when I noticed a cardboard box to the side. I pulled it out, revealing a bunch of random tech pieces. I searched through it, before finding something interesting.

"A grappling gun." I grinned as I pulled it out. "Now that's awesome."

It was a little bulkier than a regular pistol, but it was a bonafide actual grappling pistol. Holy smokes if that ain't awesome.

"Do you want it?" Mother Wasp asked.

You're seriously making me feel like a child in a grocery store here...

"Let me see what the price is first." I stated.

I walked back over to the man in the chair, showing him the grappling gun. "How much is this?"

"Hm?" He took it from my hands, looking at it. "Surprised you found this old piece of junk. Should be in the scrap box. It's an older piece. Doesn't work."

"Older, you say?" I grin. "How much would it be for me to get one that works?"

"You're looking at a good five grand." He stated. "For a grapple hook that shoots, supports weight, and retracts. Well, from other people."

"I can modify this one to get it working on that level." He continued. "For four grand."

"Two grand." I smirked.

"Three grand." He huffed.

"Deal." I grinned. "Pleasure doing business with you."

The man nodded. He pulled out a card, scribbling something on it and passing it to me. "That's my professional contact. Now give me yours so I can contact you when it's done."

He pulled out another card. He handed me the marker, which I used to write down my current burner phone number on.

"Now I just need the payment." He stated. "I won't be starting until I get it."

"How do I know you'll hold up your deal?" I questioned.

"Half the payment then." He grunted. "I'll get the second half after."

"Sounds good." I nodded.

Mother Wasp pulled out a wad of cash, handing it over to the man. He quickly counted it, nodded, and then stood up and held his robotic hand out.

I grabbed his hand. We shook hands, him squeezing mine quite tightly. After the handshake I lightly shook my hand as he nodded.

"The name is Trey." He stated. "I like ya, kid. You actually know what you're doing."

"Not my first rodeo." I smirked.

"Good. Too many naive idiots around." He huffed. "Probably because of the low cost to get in. Expect about a month, maximum."

"Sounds good. See you around, Trey." I grinned, waving him goodbye. We walked a little bit away until Mother Wasp grabbed my arm. I turned towards her in confusion only for her to pull me close.

"I'm so proud!" Mother Wasp squeezed me, forcing my head into her chest. "You handled that so well and got a contact!"

This experience would be really great if two airbags weren't suffocating me to death!

"Let go of Master." Sophie pulled her off of me, allowing me to take deep breaths.

"I'm sorry, I just couldn't contain myself." Mother Wasp giggled. "Besides, I'm sure he enjoyed himself~"

I can feel the envious stares of passerby's on me and they are the mental embodiment of digging knives into my spine.

"Let's not get into an argument again..." I sighed as I started walking again. And then I noticed a poster. I grabbed it off the wall, looking at it only to freeze.

"What is wrong, Master?" Sophie tilted her head.

Wanted Alive: William Wilkins.

In the middle of the poster was a drawn picture of a young man with blonde hair and red eyes.

Reward: $300,000.

Contact the Cromwell Family.

"Nothing!" I nervously chuckled, crumpling up the paper and putting it into my pocket. "It was just some stupid propaganda. Let's continue looking around!"

Why am I wanted for so much?!