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The atmosphere was dark, and the air felt heavy. "You'll be fine, Poca Cuchilla!" A hispanic man wearing stereotypical gangster clothing told her (complete with a flatbill cap with the sticker still on it, a shirt a few sizes too big and sagging cargo shorts), looking to her from beyond the fog. "It's just some fuckin' pedophile! You can gat his ass as soon as he gets home!" Carmen looked to him, a little scared. She gulped. No... you can't be real... She thought as the man continued to look to her with a teasing smile. The fog disappeared, revealing her prison cell, with her cellmate sitting nearby. "You've made a name for yourself around here." She said. "They're beginning to fear you now." Carmen shook her head. I shouldn't be here... She thought, looking towards the cell door. However, the cell door was that of an old house, and the walls were that of a dilapidated house when she turned back around. Behind her was a scared hispanic child, hiding behind her. Carmen felt something cold and heavy in her hands, and looked to it... it was a dirty black 1911 .45 pistol, loaded with the safety off. This house was too familiar, and so was the child... and this wasn't her normal gun. She looked to the door, hearing it creaking open. A white man, an older skinny white man, with such a frightening image, walked through the door, carrying a paper bag full of groceries. "It's him!" The child cried, and immediately, Carmen raised the gun in her hand, and took aim. "No... no!" The man panicked. "I'll see you in fucking hell!" Carmen heard herself call out after him before feeling herself pull the trigger.

*BANG!!!* Carmen shot awake in her dorm room as soon as the gunshot of the 1911 rang in her ears, still hearing it briefly as she opened her eyes. She was sweating a little, and was panting. She looked around briefly, still trying to grasp this realm before sighing in relief. "Shit..." She sighed to herself. "Dafuck was that..." She sighed again in relief, knowing that was only a dream... one of those rare flashback types. She looked to the side of her bed, the part of the bed that was up against the wall. The hidden gun holster strapped to that side still had her FNX-45 Tactical pistol still in it. She smiled a little before stretching, getting up from bed. She grabbed her phone, checking her texts and the time. It was late in the morning, and today was the day off. She sighed, going to the closet to go change, assuming Brenna wasn't there. If she was, she would wait until she left before she changed.

Things were getting weird for Carmen ever since she got here in Mayweather University. She came under the pretenses that she was gonna be surrounded by good-aligned hero types, and that she would be able to learn how to become a much better person as a result of all of this. Even though she didn't come into the school with a plan, she did have high hopes. Until she realized that the villain's campus was fucked up by a fire, and now all of the survivors are living inside of the Mayweather campus Revenge of the Nerds style. She hoped it wouldn't be too bad by then, but now she's living with an ice queen she couldn't even turn her back towards, is constantly harassed by a fucking Nazi and is vilified by (ironically) the villains, as they have a collective hate against Mayweather. All Carmen wanted was to do her own thing, become a better person, and graduate so she can go to Syria to do some humanitarian work, and hopefully help the SDF in its fight against terrorism. But nope! There was a fire, assholes have to pick shit with you and you gotta stash all of your shit in your car because your own roommate can either blackmail you with it, get you kicked out of the school for it, or worse, kill you with it. Ever since Carmen was in prison, she was through with taking chances. But now, it was time to practice, and to make perfect.

After dressing in her normal outfit (grey NAVY shirt, blue Navy BDU trousers, black running shoes, shoulder holster and black leather jacket), she took her trusty tactical pistol from the holster alongside the bed and put it under her jacket. Taking her (empty) wallet, car keys, cell phone, butterfly knife and suppressor for said tactical pistol, she pocketed them all in the various pockets of her trousers, and went out into the halls. Quietly shutting the door as to not wake anyone up, she stood outside in the hall, getting out her phone and beginning a new text.



After sending her (only) friend Benny that message, she pocketed her phone. Whenever she called her friends names, she never really meant it. In fact, she only calls her freinds assface, as an affectionate and joking way of calling them ugly, regardless of how attractive they really are. Carmen looked around, making sure that there isn't anyone around to fuck with her today. If not, she would walk downstairs to the dorm kitchen. Seeing Samantha in the kitchen cooking breakfast, she gave her the usual look of contempt. It wasn't that she hated Samantha... it was more along the lines that she reminded Carmen of how unfair and seriously unbalanced life is. She didn't speak to her, though, smelling the breakfast she cooked. Carmen isn't one to be unfair herself, in her mind, she gave Samantha props for the breakfast for it smelled really good, and made her stomach growl.

"Sorry... it's me." Carmen said with an uncomfortable smile after that, looking in the cabinets for her marked lunch. As she was looking in the cabinets, she heard Samantha speak to the freshman in the sing-song voice. She didn't mind too much at first, though the whole 'Disney Princess' vibe she gave bothered her. However, when the freshman told Samantha to fuck off, Carmen couldn't help but hold back a laugh, snickering lightly as she was trying her best to hold back a burst of laughter. Holy shit, that was hilarious! She was hoping that Samantha didn't notice, and if she did, she wouldn't start shit with her. After she calmed down, she grabbed her lunch box and closed the cabinet, walking out of the kitchen and back out to the halls, nodding with a soft smile to the various class members that populated the school as she walked out to the rear parking lot of the school.

As she walked out to the parking lot, she looked straight to her black Mustang, her baby that she's been raising for a while. Taking out her car keys, she remotely unlocked it, seeing the dark-colored headlights flash their bright LEDs briefly. She smiled, remotely unlocking the car before getting inside, shutting the door and relaxing inside. This was her one of her two sanctuaries, where she can actually be alone to herself and relax in the day. As she relaxed, she turned on the stereo inside of her car, keeping the top and windows up so the music won't bother anyone. Carmen took an AUX cord and connected her phone to the stereo, playing a few songs from her library, including but not limited to a nice trap song she heard some time ago. While the song played, she waited for Benny to respond to her text or knock on the window. But until then, she decided to eat her breakfast of Peanut Butter and Jelly Sandwich, and a small bag of Cool Ranch Doritos.

James Spinne couldn't help but grin as he ran his fingers through Brenna Lancaster's hair. It was so incredibly soft and fluffy as he twirled a strand around his fingers. Spinne's other hand lightly touched the woman's arm as he ran it back and forth over her porcelain skin. Just looking at her brought lightning shooting through his veins. He'd convinced himself that she was the most beautiful woman on the face of the planet. (That wasn't very difficult, by the way.) She smiled back, life dancing in her hazel eyes. One of her slim arms was wrapped around James' waist, with the other resting on his chest. Goosebumps formed wherever her freezing hands made contact with his skin. "I am the luckiest man alive." He whispered. Brenna inched closer, tilting her head to the left seductively. "Yes you are." She teased, her voice just as quiet as his. James leaned in, his heart pounding rapidly in his chest. He was close enough to feel the cold radiating from her lips. A shiver of pleasure ran down his spine as the two began to kiss-

*BZZT*

Brenna broke it off first. "Are you going to get that?" She asked, annoyed. James offered an apologetic smile. "It'll be fine." He reassured her and moved back in.

*BZZT*

The Ice Queen placed a finger to Arachnid's lips. "Get your phone." She ordered. James groaned as he rolled onto his other side and faced the nightstand. He reached out for his smartphone. His finger tips dashed against the object, pushing it away. He scooched a little ways further, swiping at the object. He just needed to get a little closer...*BZZT* The phone went off again, causing both Brenna and James to grunt in frustration. Absolutely done with the stupid piece of technology, James lifted his butt off the bed and moved off just a little too far to the right.

THUMP

James groaned in pain. "Ow." His eyes fluttered open, greeted by the sight of his dorm room floor. He struggled to move, trapped in his blanket. He eventually got an arm free and grabbed for his cellphone. He pulled the object down to his level and turned it on. "AHHH!" The phone's light was on full power and successfully blinded the poor teenager. "I hate this." He muttered. James glanced at the thing for several seconds, wondering why it had went off. He didn't see any notifications. No calls...No texts. Come to think of it, his phone never made that soun- *BZZT* "Son of a bitch." That was Milo's phone, he realized. "Miiiilooo." James groaned in frustration, his voice muffled by the floor. It was way too early in the morning to be dealing with this shit. *BZZT* "MILO!" James brought his head up off the ground and was greeted by the sun's warm rays hitting him right in the face, blinding him for a second time in less than five minutes. "Damn it!" James, totally sick of this now, shot a string of webbing into the sleeping Asian's face. "GET YOUR DAMN PHONE, BRO." He screamed. "SHUT UP." Someone called from down the hall. "Sorrryyy!" James responded, just as loudly.

Knowing he couldn't fall back asleep after that mess, James forced himself to stand. He haphazardly tossed all of his stuff back onto his bed. Grabbing his backpack, James exited the dorm room and jogged over to the public bathroom. He took a second to freshen up before changing into a pair of ripped jeans, a basic red T-shirt and a dark hoodie adorned with a black widow's hourglass. "Tch." James snapped his fingers and pointed at himself in the mirror. "You are one sexy, sexy man." James made his way back out of the bathroom and toward the exit. He stopped at the stairs on his way. I wonder...He thought to himself. Spider-boy whipped out his smartphone and shot Carmen a quick text:

"hey chica. doing anything today? oh, and is Brenna up yet?"

A moment passed and there was no reply. She was probably already out and about. A frown crossed James' face as he moved over to the kitchenette. He poured two bowls of frosted flakes, as well as a cup of orange juice. He grabbed a tray out of one of the cabinets and made his way up the stairs. He stopped at the second floor, searching for a particular room. Once he spotted it, Spinne jogged over and knocked quietly. When no one responded, he pushed on it as lightly as he could. Upon spotting Lancaster inside, James quietly closed the door and suspended the tray from the ceiling via webbing. Perfect. The spider didn't admire his work for too long before he made his way to the nearest window. He slid the glass up and perched himself on the edge. James placed his ear buds in his...ears...and flipped his music on.

"Standing in the hall of fame..."

Arachnid jumped. A web fired out of the spinneret on his wrist at hundreds of miles an hour, attaching to a nearby building. James smiled from ear to ear as he soared through the sky. He loved this.

"And the world's gonna know your name..."

"Hell yeah they will. WOOOO!"

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Hot water washed over Jessica's impervious skin. The shower was set to maximum, yet she could barely feel it. It was quite early in the morning and she'd been at the Control Room all last night. A feeling of drowsiness washed over the young woman. Jess closed her eyes, her thoughts drifting as she began to doze off. She was immediately greeted by the sight of a man in a black trench coat standing in the middle of her burning living room. The air smelled of ash and blood. The figure turned toward her, his face hidden behind a wall of smoke. He began to walk toward her, his massive frame towering over the terrified Jessica. A feeling of dread overwhelmed Jess as she tried to move away from the approaching silhouette. The movement brought her elbow colliding with the shampoo. The bottle hit the floor with a crash; the sound of it jolted Jess awake. She bent down to pick up the fallen item, her handing shaking as she placed it back on the shelf. Calm down. She ordered herself. Jessica's knees felt weak. Like she could collapse any minute now. "Bulletproof...Nothing to lose.. fire away, fire away." Jess sang softly, her voice quieter than a whisper. The girl took a deep breath. Her hand was still no

She quickly washed up, not seeing a point in staying in there for longer than necessary. She dried herself off with a towel and slipped her clothes back on. Sighing, Sterling adjusted her favorite black jacket, grey long sleeve shirt and plain dark capris. They weren't very elegant but they got the job done. No classes today...great. What am I supposed to do with myself now? She groaned internally. Today was not a good day; not that she'd had many of those in the past year. She dreaded waking up in the morning and having to be someone she was not. All of this isolation and restraint was progressively driving Jessica Sterling insane. Maybe she needed a day off. But what was she going to do? Maybe Ellie and I- Nah. She has better things to do. Jess slipped into a pair of generic sneakers and made her way out of the restroom. She stopped to take one of Sam's muffins. Mmm. That girl can bake. With that small bit of a pick-me-up in her stomach, Jess waltzed out of the dorms, past Samantha and made a beeline for the Control Room.

It was a quick run from Mayweather Old East to the Control Room. Jess didn't bother greeting any of the other students on her way. She had places to be. Not that she spoke to any of them anyway. Invincible pulled open the front door and stepped into the Control Room's lobby, looking around the room. It was relatively empty; there were only two other people there. Upon further examination, Jess recognized that it was Harold and Jackson. Knowing that this day couldn't get any worse, and that talking to people generally relieved her of stress, she decided to greet them. "Morning, guys."

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Much of the ride from the airfield was done in silence. Or, at least it was for Minako. Her father sat on the other side of limo, but he might as well have been on the other side of the world. In fact, if the half of the conversation that she could hear him having was any indication, that’s exactly where his mind was. So, she sat in silence, gazing out the window at the passing countryside and listening to the song through her headset.

“Don’t ever talk to me again!”

“I apologize for that. A mix up at Panama.”

Blinking in surprise, she pulled her headphones down and looked towards her father, meeting his apologetic smile. “It’s alright. Was it a significant problem?” she queried.

Devon shook his head, reaching over to a cabinet and pouring himself a scotch. “Clerical error at the Canal. Somebody mixed up the crossing schedule, so the Sumara was delayed. Client won’t be happy, but it was out of our control.” He took a sip from his glass, following her gaze out the window, then turned back to her. “Nervous?”

She nodded, tucking her headset into her bag. “A little.” It wasn’t technically a lie, but it wasn’t the whole truth either.

Studying his daughter for a moment, Devon could make a good guess as to what was really on her mind as he turned back to the window. “You have nothing to be ashamed of.”

Minako nodded, sighing heavily. “I know. I just wish…”

“I know.” He reached across and gave her knee a reassuring squeeze, then settled back into his seat. “She’ll come around. You know that she could never stay mad at you.”

“She’s never been this angry before,” came her somber response, as she pressed her forehead against the cool glass.

“She’ll come around.”

Minako looked towards her father, his body relaxed and shared violet eyes radiating confidence. The certainty of his words, as though there was simply no other possibility in the world, reassured her, and she smiled as she turned back to the window. “I hope so.”

A semi-comfortable silence settled over the pair, and it remained until the spires of Mayweather Academy came into view. Used to the glass towers of Kobe, it was far from the most impressive set of structures that Minako had seen, although the expansive greenspace did appear to be impressively maintained. Mei would love it here.

The limo came to a stop in front of the school, and her father’s bodyguard slipped out to open the door for them. Devon, of course, got out first, casting his sharp-eyed gaze over the school grounds as he buttoned his suit jacket. As he stepped aside to give her room, Minako followed him out, conscious of the many, many pairs of eyes that were aimed in her direction. Shouldering her backpack, she turned to her father, accepting her suitcases from the bodyguard.

Devon smiled down at his daughter. “Well, here we are.” He eyed her for a moment. “And you’re sure that you don’t want Noboru to stay with you?”

Minako blushed slightly, glancing at the impassive bodyguard as he surveyed the school. “Yes, I am sure, Father. I will be safe here.”

Chuckling at her answer, Devon bowed his head for a moment. “Well, you can’t blame me for being worried.” He sighed, a mixture of emotions washing over his face. “I wish that I could at least see you to your dorm, but business calls.”

“I understand, Father.” She embraced him, lingering inside his warm arms, then broke away and gave a deep bow. “I will bring honour to our family.”

Devon answered with an equally deep bow. “I know you will, Minako. You are an Ikeda, after all.” Giving her one last, long look, he stepped back into the limo, Noboru closing it behind him.

Watching her father drive away, she lingered there for a moment, then took a deep breath and turned away, pulling her suitcases along behind her. The first step was to locate the residence where she would be staying. Unfortunately, she didn’t have much of an idea of how everything was organized here. As she looked around her, she noticed a blonde girl sitting on the front of the steps leading into what she thought to be the main building. Swallowing the fluttering in her stomach, she approached the girl and made a light bow. “Um, forgive me for disturbing you, but could you give me directions to the Residence Office, please?”

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Keats' alarm sounded loudly in the dorm room, waking him up with a start. Oh yeah, he'd set it to maximum, mainly so that it'd wake up Will, too. Sure, maybe morning runs weren't the guy's thing, but no-one gets to lie in when Keats is around. At least no-one that he doesn't like, hence the alarm. Just to make sure, Keats got out of his bed as loudly as possible, practically stamping on the floor as he gathered his clothes together and got dressed, not bothering to go anywhere to get changed. Not like he had anything to hide, right? You could call Samuel Keats a lot of things - people did - but unfit was not one of them.

He pulled on a red vest and black shorts before wrapping the usual cloth around his fists, sighing as he did so. It was always the most irritating thing to do, but it was better than going out unprepared, right? What if someone decided to piss him off and he didn't have his gear ready? He'd have to let them walk away, and he couldn't go risking his pride like that. Pulling on his trainers, he glanced over at his roommate's bed, smirking as he stood up. Just to make sure that the guy wasn't still sleeping, Keats called out to him in a cheerful, mocking tone. "Wakey wakey asshole! Sun's shining, time to get up!"

With that done, Keats grabbed his phone and headed down to the kitchen, a spring in his step. Today was gonna be a good day, he could tell already. As he entered the kitchen, he didn't notice anyone else there, but there were some muffins sitting on the table. Keats grabbed one, realising that it was probably left by one of the Mayweathers. After realising this, he took another one because why not? They were good muffins, and no note was gonna stop him from taking as much as he wanted. Besides, there were still plenty there if anyone cared that much.

After polishing off his second muffin, Keats decided to head outside, putting in a pair of earbuds and setting off on his usual morning run around the outskirts of the school. He didn't really feel like pushing it today, since it was the weekend. It took way too long for him to get properly tired out, but that was always the problem with his physical abilities. Training his strength and speed and stuff were easy enough, but when it came to endurance it was just a pain to improve on.

Still, no harm in trying. He started running at a decent speed, easily overtaking several people in front of him with very little effort. Boring, slow, slow, boring. Man, what was up with this today? Did no-one in the school actually run? Sure, Keats was a little enhanced, but it wasn't like he was the fastest guy in the school by a long shot. Whatever the reason, it sure made it hard to get motivated when nobody else seemed to be bothering.

Despite this, he managed to complete a fair few laps of the school. As he passed the front entrance for the third time, he noticed some kind of fancy car - a limo if his eyes were right - stopped outside. "Some kinda big shot coming here? Eh, whatever. They'll probably end up just being another pushover like everyone else in this place." he murmured.

A little bit lost in thought, he failed to notice a tree branch on the path and was sent sprawling. He wasn't harmed outside of his pride and a couple of scrapes, but that was the end of his run for the day, his irritation putting him off of continuing.

Sighing, he headed into the school, shoving some kid out of his way as he headed through the halls, finally pausing as he found a decent bench to sit down at. Man, he really needed something to do. Was boxing supposed to be later? He couldn't remember. He was supposed to know this stuff by now! Still, he was near the top of the club, so if he forgot a training session then it'd just be time for the rest of them to try and catch up. Not that it'd work. Nobodies like most of those guys just could ever measure up to someone like Keats after all.

He pulled his phone out of his pocket. If he couldn't think of anything to do, then he'd be as well asking someone else. Scrolling through his contacts, he found Lucas' name and sent him a text. It didn't bother him that much whether he was busy, but Keats wanted a way to spend his day that wasn't skulking around by himself as fun as that may have sounded.

To: Luke
You got anything that needs doing? I'm bored outta my mind right now :/

Pocketing his phone, Keats headed back down the corridor, a menacing smile plastered on his face as he scanned the other pupils hanging around them. He sure was thirsty, now that he thought about it, so he casually snatched some kid's water bottle and downed most of it in a single gulp. "You're welcome, kid." Keats grinned as he tossed it back at the boy and leaned against the wall, laughing as the kid ran off looking thoroughly frightened by Keats. Good things came from looking scary, that was for sure.

Benny hashed out an early morning text to his mother to start his day. “I hope those kids don’t break your will today.” That should do the trick.

Thoughts of home leave a pleasant taste in the mouth, Benny thought, before taking a bite of an unattractive apple. This does NOT taste like magic, he reacted internally, taste buds cringing. He didn’t understand why his acquisition sometimes retrieved duds but it did. He didn’t want to waste the food either way. It was like a gift he had gotten from nobody, and if he threw it away it was as if he might as give his power to the starving in Africa. Or maybe that was too dramatic. He thought to himself he would feel sort of like a cow being milked if all he did was materialize food all day. It would be better if the whole world were changed so everyone could be fed and he didn’t have to feel guilty about it. So for now he would aim for the head of the snake, as it were… For now he felt fortunate to not have been enlisted in feeding all of Mayweather each day.

Benny wore his black trench coat and a black top hat today. This was the most villainous look he could muster. There was potential to summon all sorts of objects with this much personal coverage, and he was a master of layering. He usually got dressed as quickly as he could since someone was always rushing him, but it seemed Carmen’s scheduled text came late today. He decided to shoot Eliana one.



Fufufu. Benny could savor the typical villain habits. Something like ominous chortling or bridging his fingers. He considered briefly whether he had spent enough time subliminally influencing Terrence to become more evil.”Terrence did you already sprint out of here? Next time you’re doing squats or whatever the hell you do you should think about the moment all electronic funds and debt are erased. I know, it invigorates me too bro.” Benny hoped he wasn’t talking to the vacuum in space that was usually left behind when Terrence decided to go somewhere new.

Mayweather had treated Benny well thus far. After the fire he was expecting chaos, and there was some. The school was small enough that everyone’s problems were on a loudspeaker. He didn’t put up any spectacular fuss yet though. Benny wanted to abide the contract between Mayweather and Delphina, that here they were all students and at peace for now. Speaking of peace, here was his favorite buddy to blast off rounds with in order to disturb the tranquility of the forest, texting him to get his ass in gear. Benny was pleased to get in touch with Carmen. He felt as though them practicing marksmanship was the perfect cocktail of illegal things to be doing, and all the better for their skills. He liked Carmen’s spitfire attitude as well, and she had a great danger sense. She seemed to be the most careful person he had ever met. Her time spent amongst gangsters and in jail made her much more chiseled than your average heroine, and oh so entertaining.



Now that Benny knew Carmen wasn’t going to skid away in that mildly erotic Black Mustang of hers he would hurry it up. He hated the days where all he could find of her was skid marks in the parking lot. It reminded him too much of Terrence, that fleet footed bastard. ”Hey Terrence if you aren’t awake yet now I command you to TRY NOT TO picture me conjuring a bit and bridle and riding you in a race against Carmen’s car. You know we would beat her.” Benny flew out the door and on toward Carmen’s car, hoping that his roomie had been around to suffer the degradation he had laid upon him. He spotted the black Mustang and first climbed on and hugged the roof, until he heard knocks of protest and cursing coming from inside. Then he opened the passenger door and climbed in, through with wasting time. Carmen had stewed long enough and they both needed to shoot a pleasing variety of targets. ”Let’s rock, partner.” Were the first words Benny uttered to her as he donned a pair of cop sunglasses from his sleeve.

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Carmen awaited in her car as the song continued to play. She was already starting to finish up her PB&J before she felt her Samsung Galaxy S4 (with an Otterbox of course) vibrate within her pocket. She didn't care much for the whole "Brand New Phone" thing, often times that shit was expensive and way too vapid for her liking. She liked phones that did their job, and this one did its job just fine, though taking pictures with it was a bitch without using her reflex powers. Pulling out her phone, she hoped it was Benny, but instead it was James. Either way, she was happy to hear from him too. She pondered on his inquiry on whether or not Brenna was awake. "... Shit." She whispered to herself as she tried to recall. She wasn't exactly paying much attention to Brenna, she was probably asleep by then, but she probably was gone too, she couldn't tell. Even though she didn't trust Brenna, in the past month she's gotten a little complacent in paying attention to her. Maybe she should do that more often now.

To: Spiderman
Well, I'm heading off to the firing range with a friend of mine, gonna fire off a load... of bullets. As for Brenna, I have no ducking fucking clue. Why don't you go up there and ask her yourself, Peter Parker? xP

She chuckled at that last line, she absolutely loved referencing movies. As for the Firing Range, Carmen has told James that she found an old firing range a bit of ways up north of the Mayweather campus, but she never told him that she was responsible for building it, for fear that she would get in trouble for building that range on Mayweather grounds. With that done, she put her phone away and finished off her bag of Cool Ranch Doritos®, taking a sip of water so the stinky salty Cool Ranch shit won't stain her breath. She waited for a while for Benny to respond, before getting a text from him. She read it, and chuckled a bit at his reply as well. "That's my boy." She said proudly as she waited for him, buckling her seatbelt and getting ready to go. Once she heard the car door open, she looked to Benny, seeing him in his trench coat and top hat. She thought it was both funny and badass at the same time, but before she could say a word, she saw Benny don those sunglasses in such a badass manner, she decided not to.

"Copy that." She said with a grin. "Click-it or ticket, your call, buddy!" She said, warning him to put on his seatbelt, as Benny would be all too familiar with how much power the car has, and how much it can toss someone around. Turning the key from ACC to START, the car was brought to life within a split second, shaking a little as the large and powerful engine sprung to life. Immediately, she pressed on the gas, making the engine of the car *RROOAARRR!!*, signifying that she and Benny were gonna peace the fuck out.

"Alrighty, it's my turn with the radio. I wanna unleash my inner Jason Statham today." Carmen said with an excited grin, changing the tune on her phone from her previously playing trap song to a more suitable track... an 80s synth-pop instrumental revival song called King of the Streets by LazerHawk. Not only did Carmen have love for hip-hop, she had a soft spot for some of the badass 80s-style tunes as well. She can thank her pre-abusive father for that. And as soon as the song played, she shifted the car into gear. "Alright, let's do this bitch!"

Almost immediately, she pressed on the gas pedal. Her car roared with energy, tires screaming in agony from the friction against the pavement in a *SCREEEE!!!* before they started to gain their traction, Carmen screeching out from the parking lot, making a 180 turn before heading down through the driveway that led out to the front. While she drove, she passed the limosine that the Ikedas were in, not even paying much mind to them as she sped past them and out into the long country road ahead of them. It was then that the car really started to pick up speed, and Carmen was having a blast, as always.

"WOWHOO!!!" She cried out in sheer driving bliss, hearing her car roar as the gravity pulled both of them back towards the seats... the speedometer climbing from 30 MPH to 90 MPH in almost notime. The Cobra was a fierce car, and was not to be fucked around with. It reflected Carmen in a way, as she too was fierce and not to be fucked around with. The car was already at 100 MPH, cruising down the countryside road of upstate New York, travelling through Hudson Valley. This was a beautiful place, and Carmen loved it. A truck ahead of her was blocking the path and she was approaching it fast. With a soft pull to the left on her steering wheel, her car went into the opposite lane, and she passed it without a problem, returning back to the normal lane.

"Hahaha!" Carmen laughed, enjoying herself as the car started to slow down. They were approaching the dirt road that led to the shooting range she set up in that forest hill, the one that she and Benny set up and maintained regularly. She immediately performed fast hand-over-hand with her steering wheel, turning the Cobra onto the track with a drifting turn, getting onto the track seamlessly and driving through the dirt road at around 30 MPH. She blushed a bit. "Hehe... sorry about that, buddy. I... I couldn't resist. There's not enough times where I could unleash my inner Jason Statham." She said with a soft chuckle, apologizing to her friend Benny with a reference to the Transporter series. "Did you wanna go do something after we're done?" She asked, driving through the forest.

Soon enough, she arrived at that hill. Parking her car at the dead end before it, she pulled the keys out of the ignition and got out of her car, standing up. She looked across to the shooting range that she and Benny have been working on together. The range itself looked like an old and dilapidated one, and Carmen made it look like that on purpose so no one would suspect that she and Benny were the ones who built it. She made it look like it was a Redneck firing range by placing beer cans and shells for shotguns and revolvers she doesn't even own. Otherwise, with the help of Benny from earlier, she would've put up a corroded metal gun range sign to make it look like its been there forever. With a small wooden table and a barrel she found from the side of the road (and picked up with a stolen truck), she had the foundations of the firing range complete. In front of the table were various metal targets set up against the hill, as well as various mannequins placed in front of trees, marking a shooting course that involved both moving and running. There were signs of wear and tear on them, with so many bullet marks on both the metal targets and mannequins. Instead of replacing them, however, Carmen simply just taped paper over the targets so she'll know where the shots have landed. An easy, cheap, fast and simple solution.

Carmen leaned in and pulled her chair forward, reaching into the backseat. Releasing a clamp from below it, the bottoms of the backseats clicked, and she pulled them up, revealing a hidden storage compartment filled with a few handguns, a few of her favored Remington rifles (that Benny got her earlier), a shotgun, lots of ammo for all of these weapons, a few tactical vests and a few armor plates as well. Stashed among them were a few smoke grenades and a few flashbangs as well, but they were for emergencies only. And stashed below those was a large stash of illicit drugs and cash, but it was much less noticable than all of the weapons. Picking up a box of .45 ammunition and a bunch of paper and tape, she shut the compartment and closed the door to her Mustang with her butt, as her hands were full. "So what are ya in the mood to shoot today?" Carmen asked Benny as she walked ahead towards the tables.

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Lucas slept in a way that could only be described as “comatose”. His covers tossed around and him on his stomach. Such way of sleeping could only come from when you have a distinct shortage of sleep. A shortage that came because he crawled in his bed at 1:30 am. The previous night, the moonless darkness demanded him to make a small stroll outside. It was something he had missed back home. The freedom. If his parents would have caught him walking outside at 1, they’d sent him up his room without much understanding. Now, the problem with such a way of sleeping was that waking up was an incredibly difficult thing to do. To do it, he set an alarm every 15 minutes. For 3 hours. At some point he must be in a lighter state of sleep. Only then his alarm would wake him up. To make sure that it would, Lucas had put up the loudest trap music he could find. And now it was playing. With a dazed mind he grabbed his phone, playing the very loud music and turn the alarm off. Only to follow it up by letting his head collapse into his pillow. He was awake, but only barely. A quick glance taught him that Jackson already left the room. Which struck Lucas as odd. In a moment of panic he grabbed his phone to double check the date. But no, today was his free day.

In his zombie stated he dragged himself to one of the bathrooms. One was locked already, so he picked the other one. It was only during the brushing of his teeth that his brain booted up. Going over any plans he may have today. He didn’t have any. So then he went over what he could do. One thing stood out. Milo. The little kid has been avoiding him. But Lucas would catch him soon enough. One of Lucas’ friends had seen Milo go up towards the stairs of the roof one day. He wasn’t sure that Milo would go up there again this morning. But what’s the harm in waiting a few minutes? He quickly tested out his cocky smile in the mirror. Yep, he still had it. The overly confident smile of someone who knew exactly what they were capable of.

He skipped breakfast. He wasn’t really hungry in the first place. After putting on his usual clothes; a shirt and jeans, he went upstairs and stood his vigil near the stairs. He wondered why Milo came up here. What did the roof mean to him? Lucas looked up at the stairs. Someday he might have to check it out. Maybe follow Milo up. Did the kid really think that he could have a safe spot in this school? To pass the time, he decided to read the news on his phone first. Soon it buzzed once. A text: “She’s coming up.” It felt good to have a small group of look-outs stashed away around the school. Right after that one he got a message from Gianna. Which plastered a smile over his face. For when he looked up, he saw Milo. Trying to inch away. “He IS avoiding me.” Lucas said, rather quiet to himself. But very pleased. Time to instill some more terror.

“Milo!” he yelled for the entire hallway. In a very forceful matter he crossed the distance between the two. With a devious grin plastered all over his face. He hooked a finger in his shirt, pulling him back. He arched over him, putting even more emphasis on the height difference. “You silly goose. Long time no seen!” everything he said came over as far too excited. But to make sure Milo didn’t get the idea that they were bonding, he hit him in the arm. To some it might have looked like a little, friendly hit. Like most friends do. But the truth was that he put some force in it. Nothing too hard. But it would definitely hurt. “You haven’t been avoiding me, now have you?”

Milo barely uttered: “N-No.” But Lucas inched closer now. His face cold and emotionless. He suddenly spoke far less loud, keeping everything he said between him and Milo. “I hope you’ll work on your lying.” He spoke with pure venom. “I would hate to be punished because you’re getting what you deserve. So when people ask, just lie, okay?” Lucas took a deep breath. It were moments like these that he wished he could hit with his powers. But on a fragile thing like Milo, it would break a bone for sure. Milo nodded ‘Yes’. “Good. Cause if you didn’t, I would do something far worse than this.” Without a warning he hit Milo square in the guts. Making him buckle. Probably because the hit came as a total surprise. “Now, now. No time to fall on the ground.” Lucas said cynically. As he lifted Milo back on his feet. “Now walk away, little girl.” Hitting Milo always felt good for some reason. Maybe it was the rush he got from it. He never really looked into it.

Lucas almost thought that he was finished. Until he remembered the staircase. Just when Milo though he was safe, Lucas hooked up his revered shirt again. “I almost forgot. Do you really think you’re going to be safe on a roof? I just found your hiding spot, baby-face. I’ll know where to find you now.” He all said it with his devious grin again. Lucas liked pretending to be the devil himself. Making people feel unsafe. Constantly. He had noticed then that Milo wore his shirt backwards, and snickered a little. Yet chose not to mention it. Let him embarrass himself a little today he thought.

“Well, aren't you a damn coward.” Lucas looked up, releasing his grip on Milo. He was done with him anyway. “Oh look who showed up. The nightmare bitch. Here to protect another sister?” he jabbed at her. It took most of his self-control not to summon up his powers. The only reason he didn’t was because he knew he would lose the fight. Eventually, she would put him under. Lucas’ phone buzzed again. A text, but he had no time to check it yet. First he needed to get out of the standoff with the girl he hated so much after a month already. Slowly he started closing the distance. “Don’t you ever get tired of all that protecting? They’ll never learn to stand up for themselves this way.” His words were meant to cut. He was tempted to mention the roofies again. But he knew that would push her over the edge. Sleeping and having nightmares half the day wasn’t going to fit in his agenda. Instead, he kept inching closer to her. Trying to find her edge and dance on it. He already forgot Milo completely. She was his prey now. “Look at you. All strong. A bastion for the weak who can do nothing but stay weak.” He said the words: ‘stay weak’ with a very distinct disgust in his voice. Now he was standing the borders of her personal space. Watching her. This time not with cold eyes of disgust he gave Milo. He looked at her with fire. "You're just as bad as them." Now, pretty sure that her attention was fixed at her face, he made small, quick jab with his fist. It was a small move, but with the quickly summoned energy it launched a small Star force projectile. Straight at the book she was holding.

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Will had never been a morning person. He hated the sunrise, and the pain of being woken up. He however, was blessed with the good fortune of having a roommate who's only joy in the world seemed to be waking Will up. Oh how he loved Delphinas. He groaned into his pillow as the door shut behind Keats, and rolled out of his bed, hitting the floor with a thud. He lay there for a moment, contemplating a return to his blissful slumber, but decided against it.

He stood up and slowly but surely got dressed, pulling on a blue t-shirt and some black sweats, as well as black tennis shoes. He looked himself over in the mirror, and fixed his hair. Satisfied that he didn't look like a complete hobo, he meandered downstairs, where muffins awaited. God bless Samantha and her cooking he thought as he grabbed one and took a bite. A muffin in one hand, he poured himself a glass of apple juice and sipped from it, alternating between the beverage and his breakfast.

After his stomach was content, he set out across the campus, on what he liked to refer to as a death march. Every weekend, Will trained for at least an hour. Saturdays were for physical training, fighting and running and what not. Sundays were for powers training. Today was Saturday, unfortunately, and that meant running on the track. Will despised running. Sure, he was good at it. His long legs made him rather fast, but he hated it. His dad had made him run every day back in high school and he'd hated it then. But heroes don't become heroes by slacking off.

Reaching his destination, he scanned the area, and found a few kids. Delphinas. He shook his head. He'd been far more welcoming than Avalon had, seeing as how most of them hadn't wronged him personally in anyway. And perhaps, deep down, he thought he'd be able to change some over to the Mayweather side, offer them redemption. What kind of hero doesn't believe in second chances?

He ignored the kids, and stretched for a minute on the track, before taking off. His arms pumped and his feet slapped the ground. He was going, running as fast as he could. Breathing in the Mayweather air. He knew it was crazy but he swore, it had it's own scent. Like home. He grinned, ran a hand through his hair, and continued running.

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It shouldn't have been humanly possible for someone to wake up and look as good as Brenna Lancaster did, but Brenna had never been one for following rules. As her eyes fluttered open and she slowly got out of bed, she ran a hand through her curly black hair, her lips giving just the barest hint of a smile. And when her eyes were done blinking the night away, they landed on the breakfast tray, hanging from her ceiling. The hint of a smile then became a grin. She knew only one person who could've done that.

Before digging into the food, she dressed herself, slipping out of the pink silk nightgown that she wore to bed and throwing on a white t-shirt, a black leather jacket, and some black skinny jeans. Taking one look at her, you could tell that she didn't plan on spending the day inside. Though with Brenna, that could be assumed no matter what she was wearing. She was never one to stay locked up.

Looking at the food, and standing in her dorm room, it was almost like she was back home at Delphina. But it wasn't Delphina. The past month had been interesting to say the least. Brenna had enjoyed her new collection of toys, and some of the freshmen boys from Mayweather were so easy to get to, it was laughable. But the glares that she got from the heroes didn't help to curb the growing animosity between the two schools, and Gia had been forced to hold her and Lucas back multiple times.

As she was pulling down the tray that James had left her, a text from Gia came in. She smirked, at the text, and shot off a text to both Gia and James, while digging into her breakfast.

To: Bad Bitch
I'll be there. Maybe we can hit the town ;)

To: Spinne
Thanks for the breakfast, I owe you one ;)

Smiling as her text to James went out, she finished her breakfast and strutted her way out of the dorms and across campus, towards the fountain where she arrived just in time to meet Gia. With a smile and a wave she walked up to her. "So, what were you thinking for today? Some shopping, some manicures, messing with some Mayweathers? Perhaps all three? she said with a wicked grin.

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"I swear on all things holy, if you don't clear off in the next three seconds, I'm going to shock you so hard, you're heart will restart," Avlon hissed from behind a book. She was currently seated at a table in the library, nose buried in a book about the history of powered peoples. Standing across from her was a tall, pimply freshman, who's name she couldn't quite remember. "But I'm in love with you!" he shouted, drawing the glare of the librarian and a few other student.

Avalon grimaced and set down her book. "Look. It was one kiss. I didn't mean it. I'd had a few too many, and you were around, and I'm sorry I led you on, but you are not in love with me," she whispered, an angry look on her face. The boy stammered, before running out of the library, tears in his eyes. She did feel a little bad about that. In truth, she had been completely sober when she kissed him, but how was she supposed to know that he'd go bat shit crazy over her?

She sighed as she felt the stares of the other students on her, and was saved from the awkwardness by a text from Samantha. She breathed a sigh of relief. She'd needed some entertainment today, and what a better way to get it than shopping with her best friend. She grinned and shot a text back.

To: Sammie
On my way. I've been eyeing a dress in Town Square for weeks now and I think today is the day I finally buy it

She stood up from the table and sauntered out of the library, heels clacking against the tile floor, book bag gently bumping against her hips. She had to admit, she looked great today. A dress that wasn't too revealing, black heels, perfectly curled hair. She was drop dead gorgeous. "Hey pretty girl! Why don't you come over here!" a boy shouted from across the campus. She turned to him and scowled. Delphina. A bunch of good for nothing delinquents, invading her campus. She hated it. She'd complained to every power that there was, and nothing had happened. Will had kept her from getting in multiple fights, though she knew he was close to snapping as well.

The thoughts of Delphinas vanished as she spotted Samantha at the entrance steps, speaking to a new girl. Grinning, she strutted on over after the newbie had left, hugging her friend tightly upon arrival. " Who was that? Actually, I don't care. All I know is that I need to get as far away from the Delphinas as possible, and I think Town Square is just the place," she said with a grin.

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Klaus sat on one of the garden's many benches, surrounded by his closest allies. His inner circle, as it were. They were seated in a small out cove, a distance away from the more populated sections of the park. "...And then she fell to her knees and begged me to stop!" The group burst out in a fit of laughter. Van Untergang was sharing the tale of his recent encounter with one of the Mayweather students who had taken it upon herself to confront Klaus for his wrong doing. Needless to say, it didn't end well for the poor girl. Übermensch adjusted his white button up shirt's collar and the adjoining red tie, a smirk forming on his pink lips. Thankfully, it wasn't too hot out today; which made dressing in formal wear far more bearable. And based on the clouds, they wouldn't have to worry about rain any time soon. Unless, of course, Samantha decided to change that. Ugh. That woman's outlook on life was disgustingly bright. It made Klaus physically ill to see her dancing in the flowers like she was in a Disney movie.

"Good work as always, sir." One of Klaus's favorite minions, Clark, said. "You're an inspiration to us all!" Dawn chuckled. Clark and Dawn were an interesting duo. They were brother and sister, orphaned at a young age. Klaus had gathered that their mother had some sort of ability, but she hid it from everyone; even her family. At some point her husband found out and proceeded to murder her with a kitchen knife, claiming she was 'a demon from hell.' Clark and Dawn put the beast down and ran away to Delphina. Convincing them to join his dark crusade had been extraordinarily easy. Klaus offered a slight bow in their direction and turned to address the rest of the group, seven in total (not counting Klaus.) "Now, how did the week's recruitment drive go? Any newcomers?" Chike removed a tablet from his backpack, adjusting his glasses as he checked the data. His ebony fingers moved across the screen with all the finesse and speed of a seasoned technician. "We have two awaiting initiation and a third possible, sir." The man reported after a moment. Klaus nodded a few times, placing his hands behind his back as he began to pace back and forth. "We are gathering men rather quickly. I'm proud of you all, truly. Now, let us-"

The nazi's speech was cut off by an unfamiliar sound and a rush of air. The gathering turned to face the source of the interruption. Five strangers stood in a quickly dissipating purple mist, each looking decidedly pissed off. The one in the front, a young gentleman with red glowing eyes, took a step forward to speak. "What did you do to my angel?" He growled. Klaus raised an eyebrow at that. "Pardon me, but I've done quite a lot of things to quite a lot of people. You'll need to be more specific." The man's eyes shone brighter as his face contorted out of rage. "Jemma. Jemma Watts? The telepath you put in the hospital?!" He practically screamed. Van Untergang looked at him, searching for the name in his mind. When it finally clicked, he gave the man a wicked smile. "Ah, yes! Gem! I remember her now." He chuckled menacingly. "She's got quite the scream." Red-Eye swung his arm around, aiming a wild haymaker at Klaus's face. "You bastard! I'll kill you!" Klaus took a casual step to the side and dodged the blow completely. Before the attacker could move to defend himself, Untergang struck him in the ribs with a powerful right hook.

"Ballista!" One of the heroes cried. She pushed past her allies and stuck a hand out to catch this 'Ballista' to keep him from falling. "Pathetic." Klaus spat. The shortest of the bunch moved to the front, a knife in each hand. "I'll cut ya to pieces, bub." The brute charged forward. His speed was incredible as he ran the blades across Klaus's back before he could properly react. Übermensch spun around to face the hairy little dwarf, smashing into the side of the guy's head with a crushing heel kick. "Boss?!" Dawn asked, her voice breaking in panic. "I'll handle this!" He barked back.

The rest of the heroes tried to move forward to engage but suddenly found themselves hesitant to do so. "Enough." Klaus whispered. Each of the aggressors slowly fell onto their knees, one by one. The only one who remained standing was the one called Ballista. "W-what are you doing to us?" There was fear in his voice. Good. Let them be afraid. "Simple. I'm putting you where you belong. On your knees!" Van Untergang pointed at Ballista and focused his powers on the struggling hero. "You don't scare us!" One of them shouted. Klaus merely chuckled."You think yourselves brave. But I can taste the fear; it rolls off of you in waves." The leader of the team looked up at Klaus, hatred in his eyes. "If I were scared of you...I wouldn't have come here." Klaus laughed once more. "You mistake your confidence for courage, boy! You came here thinking yourselves better than me. You thought you would destroy me, yes? That is confidence. Trusting yourself to achieve victory. Courage only comes when defeat is certain, yet you fight anyway..

"You were fools to come here. And now you will pay the price..." Klaus slowly turned his hand over, sweat dripping down his forehead. A scream of utter terror echoed through the empty garden.

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"YEEEEEHAAYYYY!" James yelled at the top of his lungs. He disconnected from his current strand of webbing and fired another using his other hand. The sticky substance attached to a rather large tree, wrapping itself around one its branches. Spider-boy swung past a group of Mayweather girls, his sheer speed whipping up enough wind to send skirts flying. He snickered at the barrage of curses that followed. When he reached the highest point of his current swing, James snapped off the web and flipped backwards. "I'm on top of the wooorld!" He fired off another web just as he spun back into his original position and continued swinging. This would never get old. Seriously, was there a better feeling than soaring through the air like a bird? Or maybe a plane.. Whatever the case. It was an amazing feeling. "Spectacular, spectacular Spider-Man~" The young villain sang to himself as he flew about the Mayweather campus without a care in the world. From the looks of things, he'd be passing the Mayweather Old West dormitory soon. That was Lucas's dormitory! James idly wondered if his friend was still there.

Down below, Spinne noticed a girl in what looked like a sun dress booking it toward the dorm. "What's the hurry?!" James shouted down at the figure; she didn't respond, which meant she probably didn't hear him anyway. Oh well. He shrugged internally. He swung on past the dorm, trying to find a decent place to land. The ground or one of the roofs would be the most logical spots. Buuuutt James liked a challenge. His search proved successful when one of the school's flag poles came into view. Archanid fired off another web at the pole, attaching it directly to the top. He shot past the metal object and was carried high into the air. Again he waited until he'd reached the highest possible point before disconnecting the web. James preformed two consecutive flips before landing on top of the pole. "Style points! Booyah!" He shouted to no one in particular.

After making his his feet were properly gripped to the tiny steel object below him, James took his phone from his pocket and checked his messages. Both Carmen and Brenna had replied! Sweet! It looked like Chica had run off with one of her friends to that old firing range she'd found. That place was pretty rad. Strange and totally out of place, but rad all the same. And it Brenna liked the breakfast he'd left her. Woo! Mission accomplished. He fired off a pair of texts to the two of them:

To: Elsa
my pleasure. you doing anything today? im so boooored.

To: Chica
lol. have fun with that. you actually want me to talk to her?! and i thought i was crazy. but nah, she got my present. see u around later?

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No one wanted to be here. That much was obvious; and a little expected, given the trio of people in the room. What Jessica didn't expect, however, was the compliment. Harold...said something..nice? About me? Who are you and what did you do with Harry?! A brief look of surprise appeared on Sterling's face. She was able to get a handle on the feeling quickly and return the smile. "Uhh, thanks." She replied dumbly. Ugh. Why is this so hard? I used to be good at this! Just..talk to them. Form words with your mouth, Jess. She urged herself to continue, despite her reservations with contacting other human beings. The situation became even more awkward as Harold started to...what was he doing, exactly? For the life of her, Jess couldn't tell. But it looked like he was trying to back away? Damn. This isn't going well at all. Maybe I'll come back later. Yeah. That sounds like a good idea. But how do I bow outta here without looking like a complete douche?

Luckily for both Harold and Jessica, Jackson seemed at least mildly competent at small talk. He answered Harry's inquiry about the weather, taking a jab at her roommate at the same time. She grinned at that. Jess held no ill will toward Sam but she had a weakness for 'Mother Hurricane' jokes. Hunt's next question, however, provided her with something she could actually work with. Thank you, Jack."Oh, I come here all the time. The Control Room is like, my second home." She gave a short chuckle. "And what brings you to the control room, Hunt? I imagine there are a hundred different things you'd rather be doing than torturing yourself working ou-" Jessica stuttered over the last word, noticing that Jackson had gone from right in front of her to sitting down nearby. "God, that is so cool." She muttered. "Uh, why don't we head inside? We can finish this while we're- unless you don't want to. Keep talking, I mean. We don't have to. Not that I don't enjoy this, but-" Sterling stopped herself with a sigh. She turned on a heel and pushed through the doors and into the main room. Invincible looked over her shoulder at the boys. "You coming?"

Benny held onto the brim of his hat while Carmen laid on the gas, he was ready to roll. The tune she chose was the right kind of music for this driving, in his opinion. As they roared brazenly out of the parking lot, Benny felt as though he was in the presence of a real road warrior. ”I think I’ve got it. You were meant to be doing stunt driving, not heroics, Carmen! Next you need to practice firing blanks out of a pistol while you drive one handed. You got that?” Benny felt like everyone’s career advisor at times. He was also excited to get to the range and see what he could pull out his hat this time… He cracked out a magazine with details about the newest robotic drones. ”How do you feel about flying targets?” He asked with an inquisitive eyebrow rising.

Upstate New York was a fun place to be driving. It was fun to watch how much incidental chaos ensued on the road. Carmen was known to leave dudes with their middle finger sticking up in her wake, but she didn’t give a flying fuck. It was pretty awesome. When she celebrated he threw his arms up but they hit the roof with a thud. He decided it was a good time to check his texts. And tada, here was one from Eliana. Good timing.



The terrain started whizzing by at a slower rate as they reached their destination. ”After this I’m feeling… Malts. Right? Malt shops are the right place to be.” Benny’s stomach could do for a meal that hadn’t come with a side of pocket lint, or that funny flavor like it was really nothing at all. Sometimes the texture of the things nil space provided him just didn’t sit well. Right now his mind was on how much gunpowder he could explode in the span of half an hour to an hour and a half. ”These are complementary…” Benny said in a halfassed monotone as he limply handed Carmen a pair of soundblocking headphones. ”You can put them on just as soon as I hear how incredibly fantastic you think my idea is.” Benny said this as he retrieved an already whirring small quadcopter strapped with multicolored paintballs from his trench coat. ”Check it out, these bleed rainbows. Totally not fucked up right?” Benny tried out his villain laugh. From the gut, he thought. He didn’t think Carmen looked as impressed by the laugh as by their new target.