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Only a few moments had passed since the last of the new CHAMPs left Manny's cramped apartment. With no-one to see him he finally let his excitement out. "Yes! YES! The CHAMPs are back in the hero game, baby!" The man exclaimed for the world, or more likely his neighbors, to hear while hopping from one section of the apartment to another in abject glee. Not only had they managed to recruit three new heroes, but all of them had amazing abilities. Not that Manny looked down on the original CHAMPs, but the current roster of heroes were clearly better. Just as Manny went to the tray of untouched coffee for a celebratory caffeine refilling, Paul entered the room.

"Manny, what did we agree upon jumping around the second floor? The customers don't like bits of asbestos on their laundry. Or their coffee and snacks for that matter." Paul gently chided his best friend as he leaned on the door frame, arms folded in front of his chest.

"Yes, yes. Health inspector said that if we get one more complaint, he'd shut the laundromat-café until we fix it." Manny sighs dejectedly before taking a long drink from the coffee.

"I know you're excited for the CHAMP to be back, but does your first job have to be this dangerous?"

Manny nearly does a spit-take at the knowledge that Paul knew that he and the others were going to fight a nightclub full of potentially dusted up thugs. "Wait...how did you-"

Paul silences any further confusion by simply showing a black ear stud like device attached to his right ear. "You really ought to remember that despite me being only sidekick in name, I still have to keep track of what dumbass shit you're up to."

"I'm assuming that you don't want me to go?"

"Yep. Kind of obvious that I don't want you to die. You're my best friend and, honestly, the closest thing to a brother." It was now Paul who sighed. "But I know this means a great deal to you so. Here." The Asian man tosses something to Manny. Catching it he realizes it was a set of keys.

"Pau, are these...are these the keys for the delivery car? Oh my God, are you serious?" Manny asked almost in disbelief. He'd never been allowed to use the delivery car for hero use ever since it nearly got totaled during a car chase last year.

"Yes. As much as I loathe the idea of you going, this is the new CHAMPs debut job and the media can't see you roll up in a bus. Plus it'll be free advertisement when you do." Paul said nonchalantly shrugging the generosity off, getting caught off guard when the Latino man go in for a bear hug and dashing off to get the personal shield generators from the storage place a quarter mile away from HQ. Getting ready for the job later that evening.

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The walk to the nearest bus stop was extra embarrassing for Link when Fatty McGreasington rode past the man in a shitty convertible that barely held the girth of the man and giving him a double middle fingered salute as he drove past. But lady luck was smiling at Link and made the walk a little more bearable when the asshole excuse of a land whale promptly lost control of his vehicle and crashed it into a literal dumpster fire.

Talia found her zen state while meditating in her hotel room. While not the best hotel in Hero City, that honor goes to the Royal Orchid Hotel in Uptown, she managed to relieve herself from the anxiety and began to fully grasp that she was now truly her own woman and a genuine heroine of the city...despite keeping the truth away from her parents.

Bob's pre-emptive scouting would pay off. Even as evening rolled in and the [url=https://i.pinimg.com/originals/6b/6b/3b/6b6b3b6f3a6b9e5b7e55f17996931937.jpg]nightclub[/url] just began readying itself for their customers, the number of wannabe party goers piled up more and more by the passing hour; allowing the Jersey Devil to keep observing with impunity. From his spot he discovered that the roof was relatively unguarded, while the entrance and back entrance had at least two thugs keeping an eye on it and the visitors. The roof also had a couple of large air vents as well as a pair of industrial grade air conditioning units. But for the interior of the building, Bob had no clue due to the lack of windows and opaque glass for the VIP section. It was also to be noted that the thugs seemed to be lightly armed, at least for the ones outside, with only a few armed with a tonfa each and maybe one pistol toting one.

But soon everyone would convene back to the CHAMP HQ to gear up and get ready to take Volk Bucur out.