Inside the chamber of mirrors aboard their flying ship, Koan met with Rubeus and her three sisters and explained everything she'd witnessed earlier.
"I wonder who this guy Mike really is," Rubeus responded after Koan had finished. "He's obviously no ordinary human. I'm actually a little concerned he could become a formidable enemy if we're not careful about how we proceed."
"Rubeus!" a familiar voice suddenly called out.
The red haired man turned around to see that Wiseman had appeared in the center of the room via hologram.
"I have foreseen that this young man Mike will become a valuable ally to us," the cloaked figure declared.
"What? You're certain of that?"
"I am indeed. To recruit him you just need to find him and bring him here to me. I'll take care of the rest."
"If that's the plan then I'm sure you girls won't have much trouble convincing him to follow you here," Rubeus said to the four Spectre Sisters. "He may have superhuman strength and abilities, but from what Koan's told us he otherwise sounds like a typical teenage boy to me. You understand what I'm saying?"
"A teenage boy with a foot fetish to be precise," Berthier replied. "I'm sure we can use that to our advantage, hehe."
"By all means, use everything at your disposal. Having him on our side will make our clan all the more indomitable. So which of you would take to try your hand at luring him here? I could just send all four of you if you're feeling up to it."
"Master Rubeus, please allow me to go alone," Calaveras interjected. "I happen to be quite gifted in the art of seduction. It would be a shame to let Koan and Petz screw this up."
"Hey!" Koan growled.
"I'll have him wrapped around my finger in no time. Besides, I could use a good foot rub. Just leave everything to me."
"Have it your way, Calaveras," Petz replied. "After all, we can't all be as big a whore as you."
"Aww, what's the matter, big sister? Jealous? I'll tell you what, if you'd rather massage my feet later I'll let you go instead."
"Alright, enough squabbling!" Rubeus interjected. "Calaveras, if you're ready to depart now, please be on your way."
"Yes sir! Heading out now!"
By now Mike was feeling a bit more sober, and starting to worry that he'd been too reckless in handling the situation earlier today. He decided to turn on the news and see what people had to say about the incident. He prayed he wouldn't see his name and face under the words "Most Wanted." Thankfully the current channel he was watching just featured some talking heads debating whether the Sailor Guardians should be considered noble heroines or dangerous gigantic-growing menaces. After a few minutes however, the program switched to a live press conference where some stuffy government official was going on about how there was now a zero-tolerance policy for giant creatures threatening the city and that Tokyo would remain under martial law for the next 48 hours. There would even be a curfew in effect for the entire city after 9 PM. The old man babbled on about how this was all in the interest of public safety and that another giant monster attack could be imminent. He then took several questions from the reporters, and one of them asked if he was planning on investigating the mysterious flying man who took down the four attack helicopters.
"At this time have a full investigation underway into his identity and whereabouts," he answered. "Thankfully none of the pilots operating the aircraft were injured, but he will be found and forced to answer for downing those helicopters."
"Yeah, come and get me asshole!" Mike yelled as he flipped off the TV screen. "They shot first!"
"How do you think he was able to fly around through the air the way he did?" the reporter asked. "Is it possible he has a miniature jetpack or some type of anti-gravity device?"
"I'm not at liberty to speculate on that at this time," the man replied.
"Shit," Mike cursed as his phone began to ring. A quick glance at the screen showed exactly who he'd assumed was calling, his mother. He wondered if she happened to be watching the same broadcast and had figured out who the "mysterious flying man" was. He took a second to mentally prepare for an earful and was about to answer when the doorbell suddenly rang. He felt a chill run down his spine as he quickly silenced his phone, turned off the TV and tiptoed to the front door. He peered through the peephole, hoping to not see special assault teams about to bust down the door. Instead, he just saw a pretty young woman scantily clad in a fancy golden sleeveless top and a red miniskirt.
"Helllllo?! Anyone home?" she shouted as she rang the doorbell again.
"Can I help you?" Mike asked as he opened the door.
"Ah, you must be Mike," she said.
"Who are you?"
"My name is Calaveras, I've come here with a special offer for you."
Mike's eyes narrowed. "Have you now? I'm really not in the mood for some BS sales pitch."
"Oh it's no sales pitch, Love. I work for an elite organization that specializes in acquiring talent such as yours. We've taken notice of some of your recent 'activities' and were quite impressed with what we saw."
"Ummm... What activities?" Mike asked, raising an eyebrow.
"Well it's not every day one man faces off against four attack helicopters at once and takes them all down with the greatest of ease."
"I-I don't know what you're talking about," Mike replied nervously. "I think you'd better just go."
"Aww, come on," Calaveras responded, making a pouty face. "You haven't let me finish my proposal yet."
"Who the hell are you?!" Mike growled, becoming irritated as he began to wonder if this was a ploy to get him to incriminate himself. "Are you an undercover government agent or a reporter or... something?"
"No, silly. You see this mark on my forehead? I'm a member of the Black Moon Clan."
"We're sort of a secret society. Our ambitions aren't anything too extravagant, just complete world domination."
"World domination? What is this, a prank? Is there a hidden camera somewhere?" Mike asked, looking around to see if he was being recorded.
"Oh, I assure you it's no joke. We've been waiting a long time to find someone like you."
"And what exactly do you want from me?"
"First, I'd just like for us to get to know each other a little better," Calaveras said flirtatiously as she took a step closer to Mike.
"Not interested," Mike responded. Uncomfortably suspicious, he was about to shut the door in this strange woman's face and hope she'd just go away and leave him alone.
"Are you sure? Because well, you see these high-heeled boots of mine?" Calaveras asked, planting her right foot in the doorway so Mike wouldn't be able to shut the door on her.
"Yeah, what about 'em?"
"I love them to death but after a while they make my feet sooooooo sore," the sly woman replied in a seductive tone. "It would be incredible to have such a handsome young man massage them for me."
"Well... I uh... I mean..." Mike struggled to respond to the temptation. "I don't know about that."
"But I heard you had a thing for feet."
"Umm... no. Where'd you get that from?"
"Come on, Hon, it's nothing to be ashamed of. You see, I just love getting foot rubs, and I'm willing to bet you're amazing at them," Calaveras coaxed as she batted her eyes.
Mike sighed. "Fine, I guess I wouldn't mind," he caved, "but that doesn't mean I'm agreeing to join your clan or whatever."
"May I come in?"
Mike stepped aside to let Calaveras in, and as he closed the door behind her as she promptly went about removing her boots. He watched as she slid out her sexy feet, complete with perfectly polished bright red toenails.
"Hmmm... Such a small house," Calaveras remarked as she set her boots aside and took a look around. "I'd probably get claustrophobia living here. I think someone with your capabilities deserves to be in a place much nicer than this."
"What do you mean? I'm only 17. I don't even have my own place yet. This is my mom's house."
"Oh, I see. Well I'm sure your mother wouldn't mind seeing her son achieve more for himself. The Black Moon Clan could certainly help you do that."
"Is that so? Y'all gonna hook me up with a mansion then or what?" Mike asked half-jokingly.
"Why don't we have a seat and we can talk more about it while you rub my feet."
"Sounds good to me," Mike replied as he sat down on the living room sofa. Calaveras then took a seat next to him and turned herself sideways so that she could place her bare feet in his lap.
"Wow, you do have really pretty feet," Mike remarked as he inspected her cute toes and clean, soft soles closely.
"I do try to keep them looking nice."
"I doubt you have to try too hard. They have plenty of natural beauty."
"Aww, aren't you sweet."
"Sometimes," Mike smiled as he reached into his pocket and pulled out the bottle of massage oil he always carried with him.
"Oh wow, it's just like being at a spa," Calaveras remarked as he applied the oil to her feet.
"Well duh, any guy with an appreciation for women's feet had better know what he's doing when it comes to pampering them."
"I suppose you're right. You've gotta keep them coming back for more."
"Exactly! Now how's this?" Mike asked as he began applying pressure to her foot with his fingers as he rotated them.
"Oh my god, that's perfect! I could let you do this for hours!"
"Heh, I honestly wouldn't mind. I love your feet."
Calaveras smiled. "Such a gentleman! I bet my sisters will be just as impressed."
"Oh, silly me! I forgot to mention that I did sort of promise my sisters that if I could get you to massage my feet I'd talk you into massaging theirs as well. I hope you don't mind..."
"Are their feet as nice as yours?" Mike asked as he gently pulled on her toes to stretch them.
"Well, mine are of course the prettiest but they take good care of theirs too. We go get pedicures all the time."
"I see. So when can I meet them?"
"Today if you're up for it."
"Hell yeah! Why don't you give them a call and have them come over now?"
"I think it would be best if I brought you back with me instead. That way I can show you around our base of operations."
Mike had gotten so caught up in the massage he'd almost forgotten the real reason this woman was here.
"Right, so assuming I were to join your little clan, hypothetically, what exactly is in it for me?" he asked as he continued rubbing her feet.
"You mean besides four pairs of sexy feet to massage?"
"Four pairs? So you have three sisters then?"
Calaveras chuckled. "Hehe, yes, but I was only teasing. You'll have so much more than that. Just about anything you've ever dreamed of could be yours, provided you don't mind getting your hands a little dirty, so to speak..."
Mike abruptly stopped massaging as he started to feel suspicious again.
"My hands a little dirty? We're not just talking about foot massages anymore are we?"
"Well no, there's obviously a little more involved."
"What exactly does this clan of yours do? Are you guys a bunch of criminals or something?"
"The only thing criminal around here is you wasting your potential chasing around those self-righteous little brats known as the Sailor Guardians. I don't know why you put up with them. Aren't you sick of how they treat you?"
"Well I mean... I guess so, yeah..."
"Then forget about anybody else's silly notions of justice and let us help you make your wildest dreams come true!"
"So what type of stuff would I have to do for you guys?"
"Oh nothing a man of your talents should have any trouble with. Just ponder having everything you've ever wanted while you keep massaging my feet a bit longer. When you're done I'll take you to meet the rest of the crew to work out the details."
This all sounded pretty shady, but Mike was beginning to think she had a point. After all, no one else in his life seemed to appreciate him at all. Even if this Black Moon Clan was a bunch of outlaws, what was the point of trying to be a good guy if he was just going to live a lonely life of misery? He'd already been kicked out of school and shunned by the Sailor Guardians, and it was probably just a matter of time before he'd be identified and branded a terrorist for taking down those helicopters. He wondered what he really had to lose as he started to massage Calaveras' feet some more.