Harry was a proud graduate of Villain University. At VU, every aspiring supervillain, mad scientist, and evil mastermind could learn the ins and outs of their trade. There were courses on everything a up and coming ne'er-do-well could need. From simple things like branding and costume design or how to quip with your nemesis, to the more complex topics like partial physics and quantum destabilization, you name it and they taught it.
Harry thought back to the course he took on Evil Schemes and how to make them. He had to come up with something solid. Nothing too excessive or overtly flashy. That's how heroes get the drop on you. Too many a villain would advertise their plan, daring a superhero or heroine to stop them, only to be foiled by their own hubris. Eventually he settled on a classic: poison the water supply! Of course he wasn't going to actually poison anyone. But what better way was there to ensure widespread dispersal of his "Heavy Water"TM than tampering with Highpoint Dam?
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Highpoint Dam sat at the neck of the Awate River as it dropped from the Bindis mountains, feeding water and power to New Pork City in the valley below. Constructed by the government in 19XX, it had been serving it's community for years without any issues.
Security guard Frank Dupont sat in his guard station, bored as usual. There never seemed to be any trouble up here. All the chaos and battles between heroes and villains was usually contained to the city far below. Perhaps it was the watchful eyes of the Justice Society of Heroines that kept villains at bay, or maybe everyone knew how important Highpoint was to everyone, but nobody seemed to want to mess with it.
A lone truck pulled up next to his guard post, awaiting entry into the facility. A heavy transport vehicle, it carried a large cylindrical container on its back. Frank motioned for the driver to roll down his window, and the driver obliged. A thin man with thick sunglasses and the dark blue uniform of the Highpoint maintenance crew sat in the driver seat.
"ID badge please."
"Of course. Hold on a second."
The man reached down to the seat next to him, rummaging around for wherever he'd stashed his identification. Frank turned back to look briefly at his many monitors. "Would it kill these guys to be ready before they pulled up?". That was the last thought that ran through his mind before a dart from Harry's concealed gun struck him in the neck, and he was out cold.
Harry shook his head to himself. They really needed to up security in this place. Then, he casually rolled up his window, and drove slowly into the facility.
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