[CENTER][H2][b][color=slategray]Season 2 - E P I S O D E  3:   
Monitor Duty / West Side Showdown[/color][/b][/H2][/CENTER]
[Color=DARKRED][INDENT][B][SUP][SUB][H3]M E T R O P O L I S:[/H3][/SUB][/SUP][/B][/INDENT][hr][INDENT][sup][COLOR=SILVER]October 29[SUP]th[/SUP], 2018 - 1:30 pm | Justice League Headquarters - Metro Tower[/COLOR][/sup][/INDENT][/COLOR]

[center][sub]Mentor: Wildcat

Cast: [@Weird Tales] Clutch, [@Archangel89] 'Kid' Flash, [@Holy Soldier] Red Star[/sub][/center]

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     [i]He had to ask...[/i] (referencing his question in the last post). The tower was maddening silent. Vadim listened to the whirring of the console, the whispering of the air conditioning system—it even echoed a little in the emptiness. It not only sounded like the entire tower was empty, it had felt like it and that wasn’t even his power. It felt empty. Except for another potential recruit who had joined around the same time as him, Vadim had felt alone. He felt alone and left behind while everyone was out on some awesome adventure. At least the leather chair was comfortable. He had the chair reclined back, feet kicked up on the console, and a highlighter-green tennis ball was clutched in his right hand. He wasn’t wearing any special uniform. He was dressed comfortable wearing a black T-shirt and some dark-blue denim jeans. Bored eyes stared up at the ceiling as he sent the ball soaring up to it, the ball shrinking as it flew away from him. [i]Pop![/i] The sound of the ball resonated throughout the room as it rebounded and tumbled back toward the blonde. Vadim snatched the ball out of the air and without pause, swung his arm around and sent it right back up to the ceiling. His green eyes were narrow with irritation. The room might have been silent, but his thoughts were louder than ever.

     Why did he come here? He knew why. It was the generic question one asked themselves when they thought they had made a mistake. He had been expecting some training, a mission, or something. Even a small mission like saving a cat from a tree was something. Nope. Monitor Duty, and there were more than enough monitors to stare at. He felt like the water boy at a football game. The benchwarmer at a basketball game. This wasn’t why he joined. He should have went solo. At least in a solo career, he could have done more than lounge in front of a computer. Before Vadim could sink even deeper into the quicksand his negative thoughts stirred, his brows lifted a little as his conscience intervened.

     Wildcat did his time on Monitor Duty too, and he hadn’t been a new recruit. It was a crummy job that probably could have been performed by a well-invested A.I. monitoring system, but as of that moment, a physical entity was necessary. Well, Vadim’s eyes darted over to Barry before they returned to the ball in time to catch it. [i]Entities.[/i]

    [color=ed1c24][b]“What you do?”[/b][/color] Vadim asked, his voice low and with a distinct Russian accent. He hadn’t looked at the speedster when he had asked him—too focused on his game of catch.