«We Could be Heroes»

The Rooster screenpeeked, but he could read, of course, Dryden wouldn't know either way.
Char was still crying, but heard her phone ding and knew it was Dryden. She had gotten her number from her intelligence database. She pulled out the phone and it was sure enough Dryden. Whatever Dryden. You betrayed us, and that's that. I can't..I can't forgive you. She typed and pressed send.
Dryden: I know..just know I'm really sorry. Where r u guys now?
Char: Uhmm...I think..Canada? I don't know, I can't tell cuz my trip was gone.
Dryden: What trip?!?!
Char: For gods sake, I meant chip. *curses autocorrect*
Dryden: Well, I gotta go. Cya.
Char: Cya.

 
Char was still crying, but heard her phone ding and knew it was Dryden. She had gotten her number from her intelligence database. She pulled out the phone and it was sure enough Dryden. Whatever Dryden. You betrayed us, and that's that. I can't..I can't forgive you. She typed and pressed send.
Dryden: I know..just know I'm really sorry. Where r u guys now?
Char: Uhmm...I think..Canada? I don't know, I can't tell cuz my trip was gone.
Dryden: What trip?!?!
Char: For gods sake, I meant chip. *curses autocorrect*
Dryden: Well, I gotta go. Cya.
Char: Cya.
The Rooster looked for bugs.
 
Dryden looked at the chicken. "Why do people even like owning birds? I mean cmon." he said quietly and put his phone away.
The Rooster stood up, and turned his head very slowly, one hundred degrees to Dryden. He must be teasing me. But he shouldn't mess with me, thought the six inch chicken.
 
The Rooster stood up, and turned his head very slowly, one hundred degrees to Dryden. He must be teasing me. But he shouldn't mess with me, thought the six inch chicken.
"Eh, maybe I'm just that one person who hates everything other people like. Yeah, that's it." he said.
 
Sammy whipped around, her right hand tight on her knife and her left hand starting to form a ball of fire. She instantly recognized Aubrey, and started to relax, then she saw Dryden. Her hand tightened even more on the knife and the fire in her hand grew hotter. "How-how did you get here?" she asked, her whole body tense. She was absolutely sure now that No-name and Dryden were bringing her and the rest of the group to a trap. And to make it worse, her phone was out of batteries. That meant she couldn't contact Gage, though he wouldn't be able to help, being in America.

(I'm going to assume that since she's hiding from Dryden, Sammy and Aubrey can't see her either.)
(I wrote that while I was in the parking lot of Wal-Mart picking up their WiFi. Guess I didn't realize what I had her do. :lol: )

"Combination of super hearing, and a simple map. Track the plane then track you guys from there. Simple." Dryden said as he pulled his phone out and looked at the time.

Sammy put out the fire, though her hand still clutched the knife. "You have superspeed too, don't you." she said, making it more of a statement than a question. "Where did you go?"

"Mhm. I was capturing..someone..for Firestein." When he said someone, you could see an ounce of pain in his eyes. Longing, to be with his whole family again.

"Capturing s-someone?... I didn't know Firestein had that many enemies." she stammered, attempting to sound casual. She sheathed her knife to make it appear like she wasn't suspicious of him at all.

"Everyone has enemies, some have more than others. Firesteing happens to be enemies with most people in the world." He said, putting his iPhone back in his pocket. His screen saver flashed on the screen, visible to the girl, as he recieved a text. It was a picture of him and Charlotte, and Barnes, Charlotte 13 at the time and he was 14. He was smiling and so was Char and Barnes, and they were standing in front of a ferris wheel. Their mom was with them as well, standing next to Barnes. Anyone could tell it was his family. He saw it and his eyes widened and he quickly jammed the phone in his back pocket.

(I thought Barnes made him bionic, but isn't his biological father?)

Sammy glanced at the screen. She had never seen Char or Barnes before, so it didn't strike her as unusual. "Oh," she said, wondering what to ask so she didn't sound suspicious. "So.... what's this mission about?"

He isn't, but they were adopted as babies (Dryden at a year, Char at a week old) by Barnes and his wife (who is now dead). They know their adopted, but consider Barnes and his (late) wife to be their parents. So they are basically all they have since they don't know their real parents, but Dryden and Char are really full brother and sister.//

"Which one?" He said, his eyes glanced to the phone before he looked back at Sammy. "If it's this one, then I can't tell you. Not right now, anyway."

(Oh, that makes sense.)

"Why not?" Sammy asked, a challenge in her voice. "We're almost at the place where we'll do it, right? So, we should know what it is." she insisted, staring at him as if trying to read his mind.

Yeah.//

He sighed and ran his hand through his dark hair. "Look, all I know is were rescuing some P.O.W. That's all I know, No-Name might know more." he said and glanced around. He took the phone back out of his pocket. The text was from Char, who had somehow gotten his number. Thanks alot big bro. Not. Why would you abandon us? Why Dryden?!?!?! The text read.

"Why are you here? Are you here to kill somebody, cause I can easily deal with you!" Cried Aubrey. The Rooster crowed in his ear.

"No! I'm on your side child!" He yelled as the rooster hurt his ears. He winced and almost shot lasers at the animal, but decided against making the kid most likely cry.

"I don't trust you, or her," said Aubrey pointing to Sammy cause she thought that sounded cool.

"Yeah? Well, we can't have people who don't trust us around. Right?" he looked at Sammy. "So I guess I'll have to kill you."

"No, no, she's my friend! I'll shove a chicken down your throat otherwise!" Aubrey screamed.

"Calm down kid, I don't kill my teammates." he said.

Aubrey crossed her arms and sniffed.

He rolled his dark black eyes and sighs. "If you can't trust your team, you shouldn't be on the team."

"Fine, I trust her, but not you," Aubrey said, and the Rooster expressed his agreement. He was the only chicken she actually liked, but if he became dinner, that would be fine with her too, though he was kind of skimpy.

"Well, that's normal, I don't trust myself either." He said and chuckled.

Aubrey decided to teleport to a tree, to show him what she was capable of.

"Eh." he shrugged and crossed his arms.

She created life out of nothing, a d'Anver chicken. She stuck her tongue out, and finally realized how cool her powers were.

He put his arm out and put his other hand to his head. His arm was facing Aubrey. He moved his arm upwards and a blue ball formed around Aubrey, moving her up. She was essentially now flying.

She screamed and teleported to the ground, while the Rooster on her shoulder flew to the ground. "You tried to kill me!" She cried, but didn't know what to do about it.

"I wouldn't call it killing, more like making you a living Tinkerbell." he said. Of course she didn't know what tinkerbell was, it was 80 something years ago.

"Oh, hmm. Who's Tinkerbell?" She asked.

"A fairy the originals created a long time ago." he explained.

"Hmm, my mommy tells me about them sometimes, I like fairies," Aubrey announced. She giggled as the Rooster flew around like a fairy.

He nodded, wishing he knew his real mom for the first time since..well..ever. He had never longed to be with his real family as much as he did in that minute, that second that that little girl mentioned her mom.

"Oh, I miss my mom. Can you stay here for me so I can go see her?" She pleaded.

He sighed, wondering if he should. "Yeah, go on." he decided, the girl might as well be with her real mom while she could. It was easy to die on Firestein's missions..

Aubrey teleported home, and found her mother, lounging on the couch. Her mother didn't bother asking where she had been this time. She couldn't stop her daughter from teleporting, and she trusted that her daughter at least knew how to get out of risky situations. Super Fluff rubbed against her leg. Aubrey lay against her mother, and get mother kissed her head. The Rooster had not come with her, however, since her parents didn't want chickens in the house. He would stay back and fight.

Dryden rolled his eyes at the chicken and pulled his phone out. He replied to the text message from Char I'm sorry, okay? I did what I had to do to keep 'Dad' out of trouble. I'll get you out, somehow.

The Rooster screenpeeked, but he could read, of course, Dryden wouldn't know either way.
As Dryden's attention was fully viveted to the chicken-wielding girl, Ash slid out from behind a tree just ahead of the group and almost soundlessly materialized next to Sammy. "I'm right to...erm..." She let her words fail as she realized she was attempting to talk behind someone's back who'd just reiterated aloud seconds before that his hearing was extraordinary. Nice one, Ash. Her eyes flicked to the ground before Dryden could pass his unnerving eyes over her and she continued forward alongside Sammy, her mouth still stupidly agape at her own near slip.
 
(I wrote that while I was in the parking lot of Wal-Mart picking up their WiFi. Guess I didn't realize what I had her do. :lol: )




































































As Dryden's attention was fully viveted to the chicken-wielding girl, Ash slid out from behind a tree just ahead of the group and almost soundlessly materialized next to Sammy. "I'm right to...erm..." She let her words fail as she realized she was attempting to talk behind someone's back who'd just reiterated aloud seconds before that his hearing was extraordinary. Nice one, Ash. Her eyes flicked to the ground before Dryden could pass his unnerving eyes over her and she continued forward alongside Sammy, her mouth still stupidly agape at her own near slip.

"Are random people gonna keep going behind my back, trying to kill me, then acting terrified of me?" he asked, annoyed by everyone's actions toward him. Either visibly hating or terrified of him. 99% of the time he liked that, but the other 1% of the time he wanted to be normal.
 
"Are random people gonna keep going behind my back, trying to kill me, then acting terrified of me?" he asked, annoyed by everyone's actions toward him. Either visibly hating or terrified of him. 99% of the time he liked that, but the other 1% of the time he wanted to be normal.
Ash visibly jumped at being outright addressed. She then stumbled backward over a jutting root, and barely caught herself from falling with a convenient tree trunk. Her whole face lighted red with mortification that he'd clearly caught her voiced distrust. "I'm sorry," she muttered, hanging back now. Her head began its usual descent to weakly hanging, when a sudden surge of uncharacteristic daring had her snap back to face him. Unconsciously, her fingers trailed up to the pen on her neck and she fingered it so he'd be able to see the closest thing she had to invalidated defense. "At least it's obvious that I haven't the means to kill you."
 

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