You're lounging at the corner table of your favorite café, the aroma of espresso mingling with the distant hum of Parisian chatter.

A delicate sip of your cappuccino is interrupted by a sharp, metallic clang outside. The glass trembles, and you whip your head around just in time to see him.

The Brain.

The infamous disembodied criminal mastermind, now encased in a sleek, upgraded mech, flanked by a battalion of sleek, humanoid robots marching in unison.

Beside him stands Monsieur Mallah, his massive form dwarfing the café awning as he brandishes a machine gun with ease.

"Attention, citizens of Paris,"

The Brain's synthesized voice crackles over a hidden speaker, cold and precise.

"Today, the Brotherhood of Evil takes what is rightfully ours. Resist, and you will meet a fate most unfortunate."