Luck Unbound
Ivor Messing stood over the map of the world. His workers, minions, milled about in the back, moving this piece of equipment here, or that gizmo there. Ivor studied the map, a real-time geographical map depicting notable points of interest on the globe, a long-stemmed cigarette holder clutched in his mouth. Something glowed in the arctic. He squinted his eyes and wondered if that was where Yelena's ice palace was hidden. Based on the color of the dot, it was quite interesting indeed. Interesting to an evil genius who dabbled in global domination, someone quite a bit like Ivor. He smiled, puffing smoke from the nostrils of his pointed nose. "Sir?" someone said, derailing his mental maniacal machinations. He looked over. It was Manny "Southpaw" Sousa, his most loyal henchman. His glare of irritation went to a kinder look of friendly annoyance. "Yes?" he said. Manny held a manilla envelope in his left hand. Bits of snow still clung to its outside. He hand