The base was there; right in front of him. Good lord, this was intense. Behind those doors was an army of criminals being lead by his father and mother. Most of them would be armed with super-villain level weaponry. This moment could make or break Stinkeye's career. Should he take a stealth approach? Should he just burst in? The warehouse Stinkeye was gazing at looked old and dilapidated. There was an easier way, always. But there wouldn't be any killing today. For that particular reason, Stinkeye had brought with him a new weapon.

Aside from his usual purple and yellow uniform, the hero had upgraded his goggles, improving the targeting system and the force with which they could spray the Skunk chemical. But that wasn't all. Strapped to his back was what appeared to be a large oxygen tank; but the hose and spray nozzle that were attached to it gave away that it was some sort of weapon. Stinkeye had modified the tank to spray a gallon of Skunk every second the trigger was pulled. At this point, a stealth attack seemed the most viable.

Climbing up to the roof was less of a challenge than it normally would have been. Some crates had been left out, and after climbing on top of the crates and firing a grappling hook, the hero was on the roof in no time at all. He peeked in through the rusted, cracked skylight. His information proved true; there were at least seventy members in there, all with some sort of technological enhancement. The hero took a breath.

"Here goes everything."

He pulled his gas mask off of his belt, then strapped it around the lower portion of his face. Stale air greeted his nose. Stinkeye aimed the nozzle through one of the cracks in the skylight and calculated how many foes he would be able to hit before they started firing at him. There was a large group standing off to the side; he could hit them. Stinkeye closed his eyes, took a breath, then squeezed the trigger.

Down in the warehouse, a noxious smell was brewing. A goon with a robotic arm used his human arm to pinch his nose. "Good God, what is that smell?" Gallons of sticky fluid pinned him and his cohorts to the ground. He gagged and vomited over himself. Other goons were now backing away from them, coughing and choking. The smell was unbearable. More goo, pinning down more criminals. Where was it coming from? Who was doing this? "Up there!" a goon with a cybernetic eye pointed his uzi up where Stinkeye was dispensing his olfactory justice. The goon began firing, Stinkeye barely avoiding the shots.

"Alright...phase two."

The hero smashed what was left of the skylight in, raining glass down on the goons. The firing continued as he moved out of view of the skylight. After a few seconds, the firing stopped and there was just shouting, retching, and groaning.

"Here I come!"

The hero shouted down into the building, then tossed the tank down through the skylight. The sound of his father's voice reached up to him as the first gunshot rang out. "No! You idiots!"

There was an explosion, then the smell. A scent so powerful it pierced the gas mask. The smell of burning skunk. Stinkeye held down his vomit, knowing that it would smell even worse if he removed the gas mask. He peered down into the warehouse. The explosion had done its job. Goons were stuck to the walls, and the floors, and even each other. There, near the door was his father and mother, coughing and gagging, pinned down as well. Not bad, considering the fact that he didn't have to confront a single one of them.

Stinkeye pulled out his cell phone and dialed 9-1-1.

"Yes, I have an order for pickup. You might want to bring something to cover your men's noses though."

"Yup. Its me, Stinkeye. I've got the entire Springfield Syndicate down here, including their leaders."

"No, no I won't be here when you get here, trust me."

"No, you won't track my phone. Good day."

Stinkeye dropped the phone and stomped his foot down on it hard.