[center][img]https://fontmeme.com/permalink/210709/b22ae4be00e0e4b32bde4de9ad8fe516.png[/img] [indent][sub]September 21st, 2064 Academy of Young Heroes Lighthouse Island, Castleburg[/sub][/indent] Ricky snorted. “Like we’d climb a fucking rock wall for 10 doll... HEY!” Drew had already floated halfway up the colorful rock climbing wall, one hand lazily resting on the handhold. “What?!” He flipped off his friend with no regard for the adult heroes standing in front of him. “You know I’m saving up for the XBOX Delta!” Jack and Michelle started to clamor below the floating Drew. “Not FAIR!” shouted Jack, who then started to clamber up the wall. Michelle followed shortly afterward, looking quite pissed, and gave a swift, electric kick to the climbing Gematria’s head. Seemingly not wanting to be left out, Ricky ran to the wall and started to climb, too. He then promptly got kicked in the nose by Jack and fell to the ground, yelling obscenities. “GO FUCK YOURSELF YOU FUCKING CUNTBAG-” Teenagers would do anything for some cold, hard cash. [hr] Meanwhile, the four orchestra teachers whispered amongst themselves on the roof, preparing their “attack”. Their ideas ranged from running into the yard and waving around guns to just straight up pelting the children with BB pellets. Evidently, they wanted a bit of revenge on all of teenagekind. Who wouldn’t, after being forced to endure their desolation of the musical arts? But, unbeknownst to them, four people definitely [i]not[/i] authorized to be in the building were walking up the stairs at that very moment, armed to the teeth. They were four men, of varying sizes and appearances. One had wings, while another was very buff and wearing an eyepatch. They all seemed pretty pissed, When they opened the door onto the roof, the teachers continued arguing, oblivious to the four armed men standing behind them. When the man with the wings raised his hands and they began to choke, however, they [i]did[/i] notice- but it was too late, and with barely a noise, they fell to the pavement. “Fucking idiots,” Eyepatch Man growled as he started to strip one poor teacher out of his SWAT armor. “Can’t believe how easy this job is… just gotta kill one kid and go.” [hr] Jenna held on a few seconds more than was necessary, giving her old mentor a bear hug strong enough to break a lesser man’s ribs. Finally, however, she released, still smiling brightly. [color=a187be] “I totally get it. I bet you went to some super cool national parks and really just had an awesome time. I mean, I wouldn’t know, Mom hates camping… You should come over for dinner sometime soon! We can invite everyone, and Mom can cook something. Or you can, maybe.”[/color] Lee, a hint of a smile on her face while watching the reunion, turned back to watch the yard. “Huh…” she said, suddenly pensive. “The orchestra teachers are taking this seriously. Maybe I [i]should[/i] ask the school board to give those poor bastards a raise.” [hr] Three men in SWAT armor had jumped down from the rooftop, aiming what looked like very [i]real[/i], modern assault rifles at the heroes and four civilian teenagers. “GET DOWN ON THE FUCKING GROUND!” One bellowed, aiming his rifle straight between the eyes of Polaris. “OR I SHOOT!” The other two had their guns trained on Strain and Ricky Sullivan, respectively. The latter was quivering in fear despite his tough talk earlier. The fourth- Eyepatch Man- still stood on the rooftop. His eyes were laser-focused on Drew Reedworth, who had already gotten to the top of the platform and was sitting pretty. Then, with a side step, he fell out of existence. Some seconds later, he resurfaced on the platform behind the boy and pointed his assault rifle at his head. “Listen, we just want the redhead!” Eyepatch Man said from the platform, having wrestled the terrified Drew to his chest with a pistol pressed to his head. He gestured to Michelle Lewis, who had her hands up. “If anyone moves or tries anything, I shoot this kid. But otherwise… let’s just swap, and we’ll get out of your fucking hair! Capiche?” [/center]