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
