Nearly a day after the abduction (I say "nearly" because nobody in Santa Fe was really very good with time) Sasha was calling a town meeting in her apartment. The entire town showed up (Four people, at least) and crammed into her guest bedroom. Among these people (And I use the term "people" lightly) were Baltor and three other individuals who haven't been introduced anywhere in the story (Other than in the Cast of Characters). The first of these three was Grace, who had apparently foreseen the coming of Hate Boy and the plot to destroy Santa Fe. The second was Puttynut, who never even heard about this town meeting and really only came due to one of his little "whims." The third was Tyrant, a soft fellow (No really, his body was coated in a thin layer of soft fur) who rarely spoke and when he did, nobody could hear him so they always just assumed he'd never said anything in the first place. He was really more of a listener.

"Listen here," said Sasha, "My friend Grace forewarned me about this horrible event happening to our beloved Santa Fe. I, however, ignored her warnings and spit on her shoes. Now I can say to Grace that I'm deeply sorry, and that for once her preminitions were correct. The purpose of my calling you here is to tell you that something has got to be done. I was hoping for a few more people, but five will have to do. We must form a coalition (As the title suggested would happen in this prologue) to fight back the evil that is opening up right under our noses. Who is with me?"

Everybody let out a cheer (Except for Tyrant, who emitted a tiny "eee" noise) even though nobody had really been paying any bit of attention to Sasha. Then, Grace spoke up. "Sasha called me as soon as Hate Boy passed her by. We immediately came up with the idea for the coalition. Assuming everyone in the town would come to this meeting, we already took the liberty of calling our team the Fabulous Town. But since we've only got five people here, I guess....we'll just call it the Fabulous Five. Or something."

There was another cheer, along with a tiny "eee" that no one heard. Good, now the Fabulous Five had finally been formed to fight the force of evil from Santa Fe. There were no more details to this meeting, so everyone enjoyed a nice meal of relish pie and Ecto Cooler Hi-C before returning to their own humble abodes.

Continue on to Prologue II: An Anti-Coalition Coalition (Or A Coalition Against Coalitions) Is Formed