So this is my first fanfic. Please read and review and no flames!

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Prologue

Three men sat at a round table in a dim room. The only light came from a light that was suspended from the ceiling and was close to touching the middle of the table. One man was tall and wore a business-man's suit. He had put both his elbows on the table and thus put his head a little bit forward, revealing a unibrow on his head. He was wheezing in a raspy kind of way. The second man was also tall and also wearing a business-man's suit. His head was also leaning slightly forward. His hair was silvery. Also noticable were the white gloves he wore on his hands. The third man was not sitting on a chair. Instead, he was sitting on a wheelchair. He also wore a business-man's suit, only it was plaid. He wore sunglasses. There was a bit of silence before the first man spoke. When he did, it was wheezy.

"So, here we are."

The second man made a sound of annoyance.

"Yes, here we are, Olaf. Here I am after faking my death to my brother."

"Let us not talk about brothers here, Luciano." Replied the third man.

"Ledroptha is correct. We are here to talk about Operation Control." Olaf said wheezily. He leaned forward even more, revealing gleaming eyes. "You." Ledroptha pointed at Luciano. "You are after the Secret." He turned to Olaf. "You are after the Sugar Bowl. I am after the Whisperer." The other two men nodded. "If we work together, we may get what we want; and more." "That is right." Luciano agreed. "With your brain, Ledroptha and your henchmen, Olaf, combined with my power, we can get what we want."

"And more." Olaf added.

"That is right." Ledroptha nodded.

"Mr. Curtain?" The three men flinched and looked at the door. A thin man in a businessman's suit peered in the darkness. "Turn on the light in here, for badness sake." He flicked the light switch on. "No!" Hissed the three men. They held up their hands to cover their faces. "Turn the light OFF, you oaf Pedalian!" Mr. Curtain yelled. "Oh. Sorry." Pedalian turned the lights back off. The three men sighed in relief. "What IS it, S.W.?" Luciano said with annoyance. "It was that man, Jacques Snicket's brother." S.W. stopped as if afraid to continue.

"What?" The three men asked in unison. "Well..." S.W. scratched his head. "He infiltrated the facility with that man who loves using disguises and Wetherall man." "Owen." Luciano muttered.

"Milligan." Ledroptha mumbled.

"They've driven away with the...well..." He scratched the back of his head. "What?" Ledroptha asked, a feeling of dread creeping into his lungs. "The Salamander."

There was a scream as Ledroptha got up and struck S.W. across the face. The other two men got up as Ledroptha grabbed the table and flung it into the wall. Then, all of a sudden, he fell into a heap. "Is he dead?" Olaf asked. "No. He fell asleep." Luciano replied, relieved. He shook Ledroptha awake. Ledroptha woke up. "Wha—?" He mumbled.

Luciano turned to Olaf. "We will get what we want."

The three men nodded.

"Revenge!"