Titans: Maximum Overload

Part 1 Duality

Duality

Sunny gorgeous day Mykonos Greece: Para-sailors rip across the Ionian Sea. FWOOSH!!! A Pershing 80 drifts in the turquoise water as a young man adjusts his racer gloves on the deck of the large yacht. A few bikini clad women socialize drinking martinis. A dark-haired woman stands next to a handsome man smoking a cigar. Clad in Versace swim briefs Gio Ambrosia stares intensely at the red-haired man. "Mr. Gio is pleased you took his offer. Here is your share Mr. Fellows." Elena, his bodyguard saunters toward the man holding a covered service plate. Decked out in a golden print Versace dress shirt and skin-tight leather slacks the man removes the cover and stares at a stack of 100 dollar-bills.

"Where is the Onyx Mr. Fellows?" Mr. Gio becomes impatient and puts out his cigar. "Here it is." Fellows casually pulls a silver G48 from behind his belt. "Haha, you're a bold old one, aren't you? This is an interesting turn of events. But I can't say I didn't expect it." Gio appears amused. He shakes his head laughing. A Russian enforcer approaches from behind and points a gun to the back of Fellow's head. CLINK!

FWOOSH!!! A para-sailor dives onto the deck and strikes a fighting pose. Mr. Fellows aka Nolan Strawbridge quickly turns around knocking the gun from the assassin's hand and elbows him in the chest. "ARGGGH!!!" Nolan quickly sacrifice throws the man onto the deck. Dressed in a pair of red swimming trunks, Caprice hook kicks an attacking enforcer and breaks his arm. CRACCK!!! Gio pulls a golden 9mm from under a small nightstand. BAMPT BAMPT BAMPT!!! He fires directly at Nolan, but the spy back tuck flips off the boat.

Caprice turns around and attempts to charge Gio. Elena races in front of her benefactor to defend him. "I'm sorry I can't hit a woman." The brown skinned secret agent hesitates to fight the woman. "That works in my favor!" The assassin reverse-round house kicks the man in the abdomen.

SWOOSH! A turnabout boat pulls up to the side of the yacht. "Request permission to board!" Tris fires a grappling hook and flies onto the deck. The tanned blond charges Gio and engages him in hand-to-hand combat. Dressed in a pair of white and blue two-tone shorts the man roundhouse kicks Gio. THWACK!!! THWACK!!! Gio falls on the deck with a broken jaw. The female assassin turns around and charges Tris, the handsome man elbows the woman in the face and sacrifice throws her on the deck.

"You can't be too delicate with these types Caprice, being a gentleman will get you killed." "I refuse to hit a woman it goes against my code. "Ugh I get it but she's an assassin, she's not an ordinary female." Tris looks down at the unconscious woman. Nolan climbs up the ladder completely drenched. "Now that we have Mr. Gio can we please go back to base? Another perfectly good outfit ruined on a mission." The men smile at one another and leap into a gold and blue-high performance speedboat. The Triton speeds off toward the Greek isle. 

Days later, at Sanctuary the Titan's base in Oahu: Inside an upscale bungalow hidden in a remote area near Haleiwa, Nolan Strawbridge beckons his teammates to follow him into the command center. "Gather 'round gadgies, gather round." The redhaired Scotsman approaches a large network of computers. An image of a beautiful brunette pops up on the main screen. Using a high-tech tablet, Madame Wentworth reviews a digital file. Sitting in an ornate office filled with classic furnishings the seasoned agent adjusts her glasses. Nolan admires the old English desk and the general décor of Wentworth's office.

"Well done gentlemen, you've managed to capture one of the world's most dangerous mafiosos. The Ambrosia family is notorious for its prolific drug trafficking in the western hemisphere. The director will be pleased." The beautiful woman smiles at her team. "But he's one piece of the puzzle Madame Wentworth. We still have to locate Gio's brother Sergio...he's still on the loose." Dressed in a white tank top and white puka shell necklace, Caprice approaches the large LCD screen. "I have faith you will use the information I'm sending wisely. Be mindful our intelligence agents have little intel regarding Sergio's current whereabouts. It is quite possible he's altered his appearance, the only clear photos we have of him are from six years ago. I'm attaching a file citing his former haunts. He likes the night life." Wentworth nods and rises from her desk.