[h3][color=GoldenRod]Ben[/color] &[color=lawngreen] Freya[/color][/h3]

[i]Location: Las Vegas

2:00PM[/i]

The van, or as Ben liked to call it 'The Dov', was unusually large for a vehicle of it's type. It had to be, to comfortably take Ben and Freya's massive frames. Taking full advantage of this necessity, the Dover Twins had made it luxurious to travel in. The passenger front seat swiveled around to completely view the back or easily reach the mini fridge right behind it. There was a four seater leather couch on one side of the van, across from the sliding door, and a rack for weapons (currently holding two assault rifles and a sniper rifle) right above that. It was comfortable to travel in, armored in the best vehicle armor money could buy, and got decent gas mileage to boot. Not that that mattered with the snail's pace traffic was going at. 

Ben looked lazily over at his sister as they drove their van through the city, turning away from reading [i]Moby Dick[/i]. [color=goldenrod]"Remind me again, why we're going to Las Vegas of all places for help?"[/color] Freya sighed as they idly moved along. [color=lawngreen]"Because, for the fiftieth time, Cain said we could take as long as we needed to go get Lust and Wrath. Admittedly, he thought we were those thugs he sent to kill us, but the point stands. We can't take on those two, let alone Cain, without getting allies. And Las Vegas is a good place to start getting some of the more mercenary supers to join us. Whether it be for another favor or cold hard cash."[/color] Ben raised an eyebrow, carefully putting [i]Moby Dick[/i] aside.  [color=goldenrod]"Why don't we, I dunno, go to an actual mercenary company to buy some supers? You know, people whose reputations and livelihoods are dependent upon them sticking with us and not just running off with the money."[/color] 

Freya rolled her eyes. [color=lawngreen][i]"Because[/i] Cain is watching our bank account. If we draw out money for a mercenary, he's going to find it highly suspicious that his crew needs a super after so easily dispatching us. We barely got away with getting my suit repaired and a couple rifles and ammo for them and the ones we picked off the dead bodies. We have to do this discretely, so as to-"[/color] Suddenly her eyes lit up and she started pulling over, using the Dov's size to force other cars to move or be hit. Ben looked at his sister in alarm and confusion. [color=goldenrod]"What are you doing?[/color]" [color=lawngreen]"Getting our first allies! A pair of werewolves with some elemental abilities."[/color]

[color=goldenrod]"What the fu-"[/color]

[color=lawngreen]"Language!"[/color]

[color=goldenrod]"What the [i]heck[/i] are we gonna do with a couple of werewolves?"[/color]

[color=lawngreen]"Kill Wrath and Envy and steal their powers of course."[/color]

The Dov finally pulled behind the overheated van, with Freya sticking her head out the window and waving cheerfully. [color=lawngreen]"Hey! You look like you could use a ride! Want a lift in the city?"[/color] Ben sighed and picked up [i]Moby Dick[/i] once more, a hand on the pistol holstered on his hip.