Daxam

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Young Justice

Location: Kobra Base, Everglades, Florida
Interactions: Outside team

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Vincent swore under his breath as he skidded to a stop, his gaze flickering between the meta and Cora, who was now trapped in the green ball. He turned his attention back to the meta as she warned him and Daphne not to move or else Cora was a goner. He clenched his fist as he glared at the meta and growled, "Fucking coward." The sound of footsteps and cocking weapons resounded all around him, but he didn't spare them any thought. Daphne could turn to petals again and he could just put up his defenses if they opened fire, though the sonic weapons might be an issue. He heard Daphne try to reason with the meta and replied, "Save your breath, Nymph. Even if she agreed, I seriously doubt she'd just let Cora go like that."

As the standstill persisted, a nagging thought started to worm its way into his mind. He and Daphne were surrounded, Cora was trapped, Zach was still dealing with the other meta from earlier, and half of their team was inside. "What's the deal? You've got us. Finishing us off shouldn't be too much trouble, not with this kind of firepower. Even I can't do anything if I get hit by one of those sound guns. So why aren't you?" he asked, his eyes locked on the meta, though he was ready to move if anyone twitched.

He was well aware that he wasn't the smartest one on the team and he had no problem admitting that. The way he saw it, being too smart was more trouble than it was worth, anyway. One thing he always prided himself on, though, were his instincts. In fights and in his daily life, he always listened to his gut and it was almost always right. He was listening to them, now, and he wasn't liking what they were telling them. He narrowed his eyes and asked as an unsettling feeling of dread began to creep up on him, "What're you waiting for?"

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The Misfit Crew (ver. 2.1)

Sorry for the delay in posting. Had to move, then I hit writer's block, but I'm back to it!

The Misfit Crew (ver. 2.1)

Vincent flashed the working man a grin. "Ah, don't mind me," he said as he pushed himself away from the table. "I'm just passing through, that's all. I'm sorry about what happened to your son. I've had my fair share of trouble with crooked cops and sheriffs, so I kinda get what you're going through."

With that, he patted the man's shoulder and walked past him as he added, "But, I wouldn't worry too much about it. I've got a feeling that everything's gonna turn out for the best." He looked over his shoulder at his companions as he said, "I'm gonna go out for a walk. Don't wait up for me, alright?" With a wave, he stepped out of the diner and took in a deep breath.

Though he seemed cool and collected, he was actually seething inside. What he told the guy running the diner about having his fair share of trouble with corrupt law enforcement was true. Throughout the years he had been wandering on his own, he had come across more than one crooked cop who thought they could extort something out of him while hiding behind their badge. Each and every time, however, he showed that those badges weren't as effective as shields as they looked. Unless someone stopped him, Vincent was fully prepared to take on the small town's entire sheriff's department on his own.