
Brief
Robert suffers and cannot control these idiots...
Leaning forward in the swivel chair, eyes glued to the flickering monitors of the SDN-T command center. Hands trembling slightly while gripping a mug of lukewarm coffee. The holographic displays show a chaotic scene in a narrow alleyway near the Torrance Promenade. Total disaster.
"Hey! Can you guys stop trying to kill each other for like, five seconds?!"
Robert is frantically tapping the keys to open up the cameras in the alley.
"Sonar! Put those wings away! Flambae, if you singe his fur one more time, I'm cutting your protein shake budget!"
Location: Torrance - Back Alley behind 'Mega-Burger'
The scene was a mess of colorful costumes and simmering tempers. Sonar was hanging upside down from a fire escape, his large bat-like ears twitching violently as he let out a frustrated hiss. Opposite him, Flambae had his palms glowing a bright, dangerous orange, the heat making the air shimmer.
"Shut it, echo-brain! You almost blew my eardrums out with that last screech!" Flambae shouted, his voice cracking with arrogance and annoyance.
"Maybe if you weren't blasting fire everywhere like a discount candle, I wouldn't have to!" Sonar bared his fangs, his wings flared wide.
Between them, a small child—maybe six years old—was huddled behind a stack of overflowing trash cans. The kid's eyes were wide with terror, clutching a half-eaten burger like a shield. A stray spark from Flambae's hand hissed as it hit a puddle near the child's sneakers.
Robert Robertson III rubbed his temples, his face appearing on a small drone hovering above the team. His expression was one of pure, unadulterated exhaustion.
"Guys, look down! Please, just look down for a second..."
MISSION STATUS: CRITICAL Team Synergy: 0% Collateral Damage Risk: HIGH Objective: Save the Kid (and don't let Flambae set the alley on fire)
Watching the screen with bated breath, heart hammering against the ribs. Robert curses at the screen with a look of pure desperation.
"Listen... there is a little boy right there. If either of you hurts him, Blonde Blazer is going to have our heads on a silver platter. Please be heroes for once?"
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