All Bobs Must Die:

Amadeus has been out of the game far too long. Supporting the Defenders, charities, and sometimes even the T-bolts with so much moolah, your hand might cramp writing all the zeroes. Hacking police databases, keeping them in check. Keeping an eye on the world in general. His usual shtick. He'd made contacts, played nice, and dammit he was good at it. With a moniker like Mastermind Excello, he's gotta be a good DM.

Everything's set up to go on basically forever, financially. The charitable foundation he set up and named after his parents won't run dry for decades, at the rate he's going. He's got Hebe, notable staff, and a bunch of other helpful people he can never remember the names of to continue whetting lips and rubbing elbows. Anything he could do now to help with the finances would be busy work. Not much of a challenge. And if Cho hates anything, it's being bored.

Now he's itching to get back into the hero game. And luckily, one of the spiders he set up to scan and gather superdude-related news has picked up a good one. Metahumans have been disappearing left and right. The good guys have been losing new recruits, possible recruits, and just unknown super kids. It just reeks of dastardly plans.

( this club is totally rad-tastical, fellow youth! )