Location: Kobra Base, Everglades, Florida
Interactions: Metamorph @DClassified, Zatara @Crimson Flame, Team

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Talos looked from Metamorph to the soldiers, then down at Stormcaller. He wanted to stick around to back up his comrade, it wasn't in him to turn tail and run. But, he was still feeling woozy from the aftereffects of the sound gun and Stormcaller was unconscious. Even if he could fight without the risk of tripping over himself, he wouldn't be able to give it his all if he had to focus on protecting her. "Fine," he relented as he lifted Stormcaller into his arms while his extra arms reverted back into wings. "Just don't get yourself killed, alright? That is not a conversation I wanna have with Kassy."

With that, he took off into the air, flying as fast as he could. He heard bullets whizz past him, but he paid them no mind as he flew to the dock, where Zatara was already working on getting the boat running. He landed on the dock next to the boat and crouched down to pass Stormcaller off to Zatara, saying, "Take care of her. I'll be right--"

His blood ran cold when he heard Rain calling for Nymph over the comms, to no response. He swore under his breath and took off without a word the moment Zatara had Stormcaller in the boat, the wind from his wings buffeting his friends in the boat. "Keep them off my back and I'll see if I can't spot her from up here!" he said, despite wondering if he'd even be able to see her from the air, regardless of whether or not she was in her petal form.

T H E E V E R G L A D E S

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“A swamp isn’t the place for flowers now is it….?”

An unfamiliar voice came through via Daphne’s earpiece. The enemy ceased fire, receiving commands from the shadows. The swamp returned to its pre battle ambience of humming and animals moving unseen through the bog.

A man exited from one of the buildings in the center of the water treatment plant. The platform of the building was raised higher than the others, signifying that the building was of importance. He stood on the platform with a quiet confidence, surveying the situation. From his attire the Team could easily tell he wasn’t part of the agents they were fighting just minutes earlier. The most distinctive feature was his face covering. A mask, one side darkened, like an immovable shadow and the other a muted orange color.

The doors behind him opened up again to reveal a familiar green orb floating slowly to his side. Inside the orb was a storm of pink flower petals, fighting to get out. Occasionally the petals reformed into a shape much like a falling star, with the head launching itself against the walls of the orb.

“Seems like they wanted to leave without you….”

He motioned for the woman wielding the force field from some unseen place. With another wave of green energy she sent a barrel of gasoline rolling towards the forcefield. It attached itself to the bottom secured into place by a suctioning force. Without warning the forcefield suddenly inverted causing the gasoline to slosh inside. It forced Daphne to retreat to the upper part of the orb. Eventually most of the inside became submerged with gasoline and Daphne gave up her petal form. Just as she was about to run out of air the forcefield dissipated and she was freed.

“But it’s alright, little flower, I'm here to take care of you…”

The man yanked Daphne up by her hair. She was coughing violently, leaving hardly any breath to scream.

“Seems to me that you little heroes are in quite a situation. Don’t worry, the solution is simple. My employers lost something, and they want it back now. So, how about a trade: The Metamorph for the Nymph. Hand him over, we’ll let you run. Take your chances, and the girl is cooked.”

As soon as Zach managed to get the boat running, Vincent threw the unconscious Stormcaller before taking off. “Yes, because babysitting is my passion.” He deadpanned.

Of course that didn’t last long because a creepy voice came up over comms. Belonging to a creepy mam with a creepy mask. Apparently he had Daphne, and this just turned into a hostage situation. Zach’s heart sank. Ugh, a hostage situation? Really? I just got the boat started too. He thought to himself, trying to keep it light. The alternative would have been panicking.

He then tapped his comms. “Ok seriously? We’re dealing with a cartoon villian threat now? Somebody better have a plan… I could try something magical… but after all the magic I used today, it might be too much of a risk.”