Once Fallout had changed and was ready, Orren hurried off to the garage to get them a car. The guild had a small slew of vehicles that helped those who couldn't fly or run super fast get from place to place. The numbers always varied due to one getting blown up or destroyed here and there. 
"Anyone else who's coming better get their ass in this fucking car like [i]yesterday[/i]," Orren shouted as he got in the driver's seat and started the engine. Once everyone had piled in, he sped off towards the abandoned grocery store. He really hoped no one had done anything stupid yet, like go inside alone or anything. 

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"No," Dylan said as he reached to dig in his pocket just in case. "Or- I mean Ichor made me stop carrying all my cool stuff on missions a while ago." His 'cool stuff' usually consisted of bicycle horns, spraying flowers, and rubber chickens. Orren had told him that they were completely useless on a crime fighting mission, but Dylan still chose to disagree. Sometimes he still snuck a rubber nose or two with him, but today had not been one of those days. He did, however, have a half eaten candy bar. Dylan took it out and offered it to Per, in case she was hungry. 

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Frostbite was putting the finishing touches on what he called Project Herotrap. The name had sounded better on paper, to be honest. He turned to yell at his assistant to bring him his water when something suddenly fall from the ceiling. At first, Frostbite thought it may have been another rat, or a faulty support beam. This whole goddamn layer was a piece of a shit; when he got these heroes out his way, he'd live in a fucking [i]palace[/i]. An ice palace. A really cold one with sculptures and shit. 

However, it was not a rat or faulty support beam, but one of the heroes trying to sneak their way into his midst. It was the one with the dog on his shirt; Frostbite wasn't sure what his powers were, but they probably weren't anywhere as cool as ice powers. [i]Cool ice powers[/i]; he was such a clever son of a bitch. The hero stood and promptly lost his guts on Frostbite's boot, earning a disgusted scowl and a brick of ice to the face. Those were his favorite sealskins! 

"Assistant!" The villain snapped. "Clean this shit up and get me my water! I told you half an hour ago that I was thirsty!" 
"Y-yessir." The meek assistant scurried off to get a mop, and of course the villain's water. Meanwhile, Frostbite loomed over the unconscious hero. 
"Now...what to do with you. The freezer's awfully crowded. I suppose I could just kill you now and spare me the extra trouble..." His hand glided over the handle of his blade. "But what fun would that be?" The villain grabbed the hero and tossed him over his shoulder. His used one hand to create ice stairs leading up to the ceiling, where he then stuck the hero, hanging upside down with his feet frozen to the ceiling in a block of ice. As he descended back to the floor, he took his stairs down with him. "I sure hope your friends get here before that ice melts," He said smuggly as he left to change his boots.