WELCOME TO INFAMY, AZ…
Barely a blip on the map, this ignobly named oasis of
strip malls and convenience stores is much more than
it seems. Unbeknownst to the general populace, Infamy
leads a double life as the Federal Bureau of
Investigation’s best-kept secret:
A Witness Protection Program for SUPER VILLAINS.
Chosen for its remote location and notorious Old West
history, Infamy has, since the early 1960’s, quietly
played host to a select crew of former super criminals
and would-be world-beaters who’ve turned new leaves –
and State’s Evidence – for that elusive second chance
at life and the pursuit of happiness. Liberty,
however, comes at a far greater price…
Infamy is as much an open-air prison as it is a safe
harbor. Though the average person can come and go as
they please, those under Witness Protection dare not
risk venturing beyond the town’s border as their
brains have been hard-wired with sub-cortical
explosives. One toe over “THE LINE†– the invisible
barrier surrounding the town – and BOOM! Sanitation’s
scraping what’s left of your guts off the pavement in
the morning.
Security. Safety. Sanctuary.
These are the rocks upon which Infamy was built, the
foundation upon which it stands. Little does anyone
realize that foundation is about to be demolished…
Someone is fixing to blow the lid on Infamy, bring the
entire neighborhood to its knees and leave nothing but
a bloody stain behind. And why?
Because one man just couldn’t keep it in his pants…
©2004 Benjamin Raab, Deric A. Hughes and Ludovico
Technique
