"Sir, I think this proposition for The Knight is too good to be true. He has the potential to help us benefit those more important. If not, then we can always use extreme measures-" The man paused, staring at the mirror of himself before slapping his cheek, hard. "Too robotic. Again."

"Sir, we should take precautions on The Knight, he looks to be going against whatever is in his way. It's been a month since his first appearance and people like him. We need to get him to like us too because it could be beneficial in our progression of making the-" He slapped his cheek harder. "Get it together."

The man adjusted his suit tie, performing the loops as he tightened it around his neck. "You want room, you gotta nail this meeting." He spoke, chugging a bottle of water as he approached the door, taking his suit jacket.

The man walked out of his office, approaching the meeting hall, putting on his grey and engraved suit jacket. 

The secretaries all looked up before sighing.

The man put on an expensive watch around his wrist and took a secretary's french fries.

"Hey!" He exclaimed, standing up.

"Wanna keep your job, you'll sit down and eat air." He threatened and continued walking.

He walked into the meeting room that was filled with people, arguing about the heroes on the news. There were more, the population of heroes was gaining.

"Gentlemen, gentlemen!" He spoke loudly, letting his voice be heard as everyone began to stop their arguing and turned to the man with the french fries. "Please, they don't understand what it takes to be a 'hero' to the people. We're the people who knows how to take their focus from the world by phones, deals, television, clothing, and much more! We're the heroes of this show, not those caped monsters!"

"Forgive me, but who are you?" An older looking man asked.

The man's friendly smile slowly dispersed into a low frown. "My name is Tyrell Gordon, and  I have a proposition for you all." He approached the group of men, placing the fries down. 

"And that is?"

"I bring the Knight in here, and you boost me up to executive director of our company." Tyrell smiled softly.

The group of men paused at the man's offer and they all started laughing.  

Tyrell crossed his arms, waiting for them to be done.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry! You think you can come here, call the shots, and then try to take a position with a man's identity nobody has?"

Tyrell smirked and took out a folder and started to look through it. "The Knight has a love interest, a woman who dresses like a cat and steals prized possessions. He has allies. One in a black and blue costume with a mask hiding only his eyes. Another involves a man dressed in a yellow costume, with a black bat symbol. If we take an ally, or my favorite, the love interest, then I suppose we own Mr. Knight, don't we?"

The men began to murmur, looking at each other. They were contradicting and also agreeing with the plan. Some were calling the plan ridiculous, ludicrous and more negatives. Others were calling the plan genius and evil."

Tyrell smiled and started to walk off, heading straight towards his office. "Chaos. A 5 letter word that specializes within the border of instability and destruction. Thank you, Knight. The more people focused on you and the rising amount of vigilantes, the more my plan will come into play. I want to rule all of Chicago, and you're just boosting my confidence and methods higher." He spoke in his head as a small sinister smile appeared on his face.

He entered his office and threw the file down. "Step one, make the financial directors fight over the topic, that's complete. Step two, Watch one come into my office and ask for my assistance as I am now the master of this game. Step three, dictate the secretaries and people to follow my lead of authority, no matter how convoluted and borderline crazy it is. Step four, meet The Knight himself through the fire and the flames of this very workplace. No, this very city!" He smiled wide within his own planning.

"And Step Five. Kill the Knight, robbing the people of their hopes in getting a new future or even their safety back. I want them to look us in the eyes as I rob them of their happiness and triumph of a new and safer world.." His grin widened as his eyes shined with fire as if he were actually imagining the entire situation playing out as if it were actually going to happen.

"How could I mention the Knight without talking about his identity?" He frowned, opening the folder, showing tabs of Kintrell with his friends, in alleys changing into his suit, and now a photo of him walking home with his younger brother. "Everyone has a weakness, Kintrell. Everyone does, but some will keep it hidden. You, on the other hand, you left your home wide open for anyone to steal what you matter most. Thank you, Scavo. I'll be sure to make this quick for you." He stood up, taking the folder and took out a lighter, dropping said lighter on the folder and carpet.

Tyrell adjusted his tie and started to run out. "We have a fire! Evacuate everyone, right now!" He yelled.

The people in the lobby and hall were quickly running to the other offices, trying to evacuate everyone else.

It didn't take at least 10 minutes for everyone to get out. Everyone, except Tyrell, who was stealing files, documents, and bank receipts from the secretaries and executive director rooms.

If he wanted his plan to work in his favor, it had to be paid for, and everything Tyrell was stealing was crucial to his plan. His plan was to create chaos within the walls of power to steal said power.