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“Do we have any applesauce?” Mylaela asked, rubbing her stomach. Tubbo looked up from his computer. “Did you put it on the list?” Mylaela thought to herself for a second. She stood up and put her hands on her hips. Turning to Tubbo, full confidence and a glint in her eye. “No, I did not.”
“I’ll do it now for you.” Tubbo offered, standing up from his desk. Mylaela smiled before sitting on the couch. Coughing as dust was released into her face. The door slammed open as Mylaela was in the middle of her coughing fit.
“Mylaela! Tubbo! We got word of a big drug deal going down on tonight!” That was Tommy, the blond stopping in the entrance of their run down apartment to look at Mylaela who dying of a coughing fit and Tubbo who was struggling to spell applesauce on their grocery list.
Ranboo pushed passed Tommy to assist their female roommate, awkwardly patting her back. “Tommy! How do you spell applesauce?” Tubbo yelled from the kitchen. Tommy sighed and closed the door, locking it with nimble fingers. Tubbo handed Ranboo a glass of water, in which Ranboo helped Mylaela drink it.
“What about a drug bust?” She rasped. Tommy brightened as Ranboo moved to help Tubbo on the kitchen, which was two feet away. “Purpled made a comment about how his cousin, Punz. You know, the hero Punz?” Before Mylaela could answer Tommy moved on. “Purpled overheard his brother talking about a big drug trade going on near the tool shop. And no one can deal with it!” Mylaela nodded, ignoring Tommy’s rambling about Punz.
“Do you know anything else about it?” Tubbo asked as he put the list back onto their mini fridge. Tommy frowned before shaking his head. “We can put Ranboo on stand by, in case we need help. Put other wise, I think we got this!” Tommy exclaimed, putting his arm around Mylaela.
Phil flipped through the file on his desk. Wilber and Techno looking over his shoulder. “They want us to take in a bunch of young adults. (They were wrong. They’re all around 16.) That are vigilantes.” Wilbur summed up the assignment.
”Seems like it.” Phil scratched his jaw. Before closing the file. “So we’re in charge of this case because The Dream Team couldn’t do it?” Techno asked, straightening up. “Don’t let them hear that, I heard Sapnap threw a fit after the Prowler broke his nose.” Wilbur recalled.
”Is there anything about their powers in there?” Techno asked. “A teleporter who goes by Ender. Their associate, Tubbee hasn’t been revealed in person so no one knows. The Prowler seems to be able to control things that are powered by electricity but also has been seen using sand as a power. Wife Haver, is a bit more tricky. Dream thought him to have some sort of body enhancer power.” Phil read a note on the front of the file.
Phil handed the file to his son. While his other, Wilbur walked in front of him. “Are we going to investigate tonight?” Wilbur asked. Phil thought to himself. “Sure, we’ll go investigate. I got word of a big drug trade going on. Maybe they’ll be there.” (They would be correct.) Techno sighed before shutting the file.
“We’ll leave at 12/1” Phil stated unaware of the blond across the city saying the same thing.
Mylaela yawned, covering her face. It was 12:30. Her little stake out mission going great it was silent, except for the gathering of people below her. They hadn’t noticed her. Which she intended for it to stay that way. By Tubbo’s calculations the whole group wouldn’t arrive for another 30 minutes. Meaning Tommy would arrive until 01:00. Which is when they would start.
Mylaela hadn’t noticed how there were three people watching from not that far away. “That’s the Prowler?” Wilbur asked, handing the binoculars back to Techno. “They’re much smaller than 404’s report.” Which was true, the figure looked much smaller that previous reports. Their shoulders were hunched close, and legs swinging. A hood fully covered their face. Pilot googles over their eyes with a red mask covering the lower half of their face. They were wearing a crimson hoodie and tights. All the same shade of red. The figure hadn’t moved to attack the people below them. They were waiting for something.
”Now Sapnap’s name of the Prowler for them made sense.” Wilbur mused. Techno sat on the ledge of the building, idly watching a group of kids play volleyball. Wondering if they had any parents to yell at them to go to bed. “This district is really poor huh?” Phil muttered, scanning the group below them. There was one abnormally tall kid. Half midnight black skin and the other a pale white, not as bright as it could be. Techno thought in boredom. “I can see you thinking.” Phil smiled. Techno pointed to the group of children. “Heroes don’t patrol here in district thirteen, if you’re interested.” A voice said from behind them.
The three heroes turned, surprised that someone managed to sneak up on them. They looked fairly young, brown hair with horns curling out of his hair. There was a bag thrown over his shoulder. “Are you running away?” Phil asked. “No, even if I did where would I go.” The boy kicked a can over the side of the building, and the half white half black boy playing volleyball was suddenly alerted to the fact that they had company. “Got company, don’t ya Ender.” One of the boys muttered, looking up at the roof. Using his power to identify the heroes. “Ghostbur, The Blade, and Philza.”
”Thanks.” Ranboo nodded, passing the ball the the same kid. Before he started to walk towards the drug bust, heading towards an alleyway where Tommy was. “We’ve got company.” He whispered to the blonde. Tommy’s eyes opened before he stood stalk still. “We’ve got 15 minutes before everyone will arrive. We should start now.” Ranboo suggested, his eyes wordlessly pleading. “Where’s Tubbo?” Tommy asked, of course he’d ask that first. “Keeping them distracted.” Tommy nodded. Before zipping up his hoodie and pulling the hood over his head.
Tommy left the alleyway, using his power to pull himself up onto a building. Warping between shadows to get to Mylaela faster. When he arrived on the right rooftop he formed out of the shadows. “P, The Blade, Philza, and Ghostbur are here. I think they’ve come to arrest us or try to.” Tommy whispered, Mylaela turned and nodded silently. Her eyes glazing over as she activated her power. Eyes turning a dark scarlet color. As eight spider like legs grew from her back, the machinery twisting and turning. Tommy thought is was the coolest thing ever, no matter how many times he saw it.
Prowler nodded towards Tommy, who exchange the nod back before warping to the ground, quickly knocking someone out. Mylaela fell to the ground. Tendrils flying towards two adults. Restraining them before Mylaela chopped their necks, knocking them out. She pulled iron from the dirt below her feet, spinning it around her and Tommy as protection. Mylaela disarmed someone, taking their knife and slashing someone behind her.
She kicked the person previously slashed into the wall and using the knife to stick them to the wall. Before using a tendril to pick two people up and make them crash against each other. Meanwhile Tommy was using a bo staff to knock people off their feet and into walls. Less violent then Mylaela but whatever got the job done.
Tommy yelled a simple ‘done’ to his partner when finished. Mylaela gliding to his side when she finished. The two fist-bumped. “That was impressive.” A calm voice stilled the air. A gun clicked and both teens turn, just a tad bit too late.