Fallout and...some girl, got in the car. Orren couldn't keep up with the new recruits, and he very seldom tried. Half of them decided that the Superhero life wasn't as fun as they thought and left. The black haired man floored it out of the garage and zoomed towards the city. It was mere minutes before they arrived outside of the old grocery store. Orren got out and scanned the area; no heroes in sight. With a scowl, he got on his headset again.
"Where are you assholes? Please tell me you went on a coffee break and didn't go inside." They went inside; he knew they did. They could dead by now for all he knew. The iceman didn't seem very squeamish about causing injury. 

Without waiting for the answer he already knew, he turned to his teammates. "Okay. Who has a plan?" 

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Dylan was known for being able to ramble on about nothing for hours, but now, he couldn't find anything to say. He was scared, out of his element. "Uh," He stammered. "What about the circus?" One of his favorite topics was the circus. He took any chance he could to reminisce about it. "You would have liked it, sis; you could have been a firebreather or something." 

The clown then proceeded to ramble about his old life.