Indigo Zap and the girls stood around in the training room. Indigo Zap had arrived early in the morning after she received a text message from Sunny Flare. The girls had also gotten the same text message from Sunny Flare. They sat on the floor with their phones out in boredom.

“Why are we here, again?” Lemon Zest asked.

“Because Sunny told us to.” Sugarcoat said. Indigo Zap zoomed around the large room and saw no one around. She zoomed back up to her friends and sat down.

“She’s not in here.” Indigo said.

“Where is she?” Lemon Zest asked.

“Here.” Sunny said, entering the room. The girls turned and saw Sunny and Ronin carrying heavy boxes. Deacon walked in behind them with two boxes in his arms.

“Hey, Sunny. What’s in the boxes?” Indigo greeted, zooming next to her.

“Equipment.” Starlight said, entering the room behind Deacon. Bright also walked in beside Starlight, holding a clipboard.

“Equipment?” Indigo questioned.

“Yup. Starting today, you girls are going to learn to be Agents.” Starlight said.

“But we already know how to use our powers.”

“You do. But this isn’t about your powers. This is about standard procedure. All of you are required to learn how to operate and coordinate like us.”

“So, are we gonna learn how to use a gun?” Sugarcoat asked.

“All of them, actually.” Deacon answered.

“All of them?” The girls exclaimed.

“That’s like... a billion guns!” Lemon Zest exclaimed. Ronin, Sunny Flare, and Deacon opened the crates and pulled out small pistols. The three of them walked over to the girls and handed out pistols.

“Are these real?” Indigo Zap asked, grabbing hold of the gun. She looked at the gun and held it.

“Yes.” Ronin answered, pulling the gun away from her face.

“So, we’re gonna learn how to handle a gun? Indigo asked. Ronin nodded at the question.

“What about you and Sunny? Are you gonna help us?” Sugarcoat asked.

“Me and Sunny learned this when we were kids. This is actually the easiest part of the training.”

“This is the easiest? Great....” Sour Sweet said.

The door to the training room suddenly opened, catching the girls by surprise. They looked at the door and saw three guys enter the room. One of them was a teenager, a slightly older man, and a tall middle-aged muscular guy.

“Who are they?” Lemon Zest asked.

“These are our new recruits. Blue Tempo, Rivet, and Astro Platinum. They’ll be going through the same training as you.”

“Hello.” Astro said, waving his hand awkwardly.

“Ronin and Sunny will teach you while Deacon and Bright check your progress. I have other business to attend to, so I won’t be able to watch.” Starlight said.

“Ronin, make sure they dont shoot themselves.”

“Yes, Madame.” He said. Starlight smiled and turned around. The group watched her leave the room and stood around in silence. Ronin faced the group and saw Astro, Blue, and Rivet.

“You’re the new Uniques, right?”

“We are.” Rivet answered. Astro looked at the girls and wondered who they were. He felt a sudden ringing in his head and stared at the girls. He concentrated and focused on Sour Sweet. She was staring at Astro in concentration as well. Astro focused and heard voices all around him. He channeled them out and focused on Sour Sweet. She was doing the same thing as him. When they had channeled everyone out but themselves, they started to hear each other.

“I know you’re trying to read my mind?” Astro said in his head. Sour Sweet eyes widened in surprise and replied back.

“You know what I’m doing?” Sour Sweet asked in surprise.

“We have the same power. We’re mind readers.” Astro answered.

“It’s good to know theirs somebody with the same powers as me. I’m Astro Platinum.” He introduced himself.

“Sour Sweet.” She replied.

Their conversation in their heads was interrupted by Lemon Zest waving her hand in front of Sour Sweet. She and Astro lost focus and looked around completely lost.

“What?” Sour Sweet asked.

“You and that guy stared at eachother and said nothing. Are you okay?” Lemon Zest asked.

“I’m fine. We were just talking.” Sour Sweet explained.

“Without speaking?” Lemon Zest questioned. Sour nodded and looked at Astro who had his eyes closed, rubbing his head. He opened his eyes and stopped rubbing his head when he saw them staring at him.

“We were talking in our heads. He can read minds, also.” Sour Sweet said.

“I thought you could control waves?” Blue asked.

“Like ocean waves?” Lemon Zest asked.
“Its not that kind of waves. I can control electromagnetic waves, radio, brain, all that. I have a very mixed powerset.” Astro explained.

“That’s cool.” Lemon Zest said.

“What about you guys? What can you two do?” Lemon Zest asked.

“I can shoot lasers out of my hand and Rivet can turn metallic when he touches things.” Blue explained. Rivet nodded his head at his explanation.

“Well now that that’s done, why don’t you tell us who you girls are?” Blue asked.

“I’m Lemon Zest and I can create things with my mind. See.” She said, flicking her hand. A pink lighter construct formed above her hand and floated. The guys saw the construct and stared at in amazement. Blue looked impressed and nodded.

“Nice.”

“This is Indigo Zap. She’s sort of the leader of us.” Lemon Zest said. Indigo Zap waved her hand at the guys and continued looking at all the guns.

“What can she do?” Blue asked.

“I’m really fast.” Indigo said, standing beside the three. Rivet jumped and turned around to see Indigo Zap standing behind him. Blue and Astro turned around and stared at Indigo in surprise.

“But you were just-“ Blue said at a loss of words.

“I was just there. I have super speed. It’s really cool. Haven’t you guys seen my work on tv?” She asked with pride.

“You’re the Blur?” Astro asked.

“Uh- huh.” Indigo Zap said with pride.

I’m Sour Sweet, I read minds and I have super strength.” Sour said, lightly waving at them. Sugarcoat looked at them with a serious expression. She unfolded her arms and opened her hand. In a couple seconds, Sugarcoat formed a snowball in her hand and shaped it into a small ice spear.

“I’m Sugarcoat. I can control the weather.” She said, letting the spear melt in her hand. The guys looked at her trick with an impressed look. They nodded to themselves and looked at each other.

Rivet crouched down and touched the floor with his hand. The group watched as Rivets hand began to harden. His skin hardened and matched the concrete. The girls mouths dropped as his body quickly hardened into concrete. When his body was completely hardened, he stood up to his full height and stared at the group.

“Awesome!” Lemon Zest exclaimed.

Blue Tempo stretched his arms and cracked his knuckles. He looked around the large room and saw a target attached to a post. He lifted his hand and aimed at he target. He concentrated and felt a vibration in his arm. The girls watched his hand glow red until a beam of energy shot out of his hand. The laser launched toward the target with fast speeds, flaring up as it reached its target. The laser pierced a hole through the wooden target and hit the wall.

He saw where the laser impacted and widened his eyes. Ronin and Deacon looked at the burned concrete wall and glared at Blue Tempo.

“Sorry. Too much power in the beam.” Blue said.

“Why are we here again?” Astro asked, looking at Deacon.

“Training?”

“You need to learn how to be Agent. So me and Sunny are going to teach you how to use every gun in the armory.”

“You’re gonna teach us?” Blue Tempo asked. Robin answered by nodding his head. Blue scoffed and flashed a smile, glancing back at Rivet and Astro for a second.

“Kid, I used to be a cop. I already know how to fight.” Blue Tempo said.

“Really now?” Ronin asked with suspicion.

“Yeah.” Blue said, folding his arms. Ronin walked over to the crate of guns and pulled out a big gun that made the girls widen their eyes. Ronin looked at their faces and held on to the sniper rifle in his hands. He walked back over to Blue and loaded bullets into the sniper.

“Know what this is?” Ronin asked.

“It’s a sniper.” Blue said.

“What’s it called?”

“...” Blue Tempo went quiet at the question.

“I thought so. It’s a Dragonuv. Do you know how to use it?” Ronin asked.

“...No.”

“Exactly. Cop or not, you need to learn the specifics of all guns. How to aim, how to load a gun quickly, how to fire with recoil, and how to disarm someone with a gun.” Ronin said. Deacon nodded in the background.

“Uhh, I don’t really like guns, except in video games.” Astro said, holding the empty pistol in his hand.

“Do I have to learn this?” Rivet asked.

“It’s required. Either do it or quit.” Sunny said.

Astro and Rivet glanced at eachother and thought about it, exchanging no words. They looked at eachother and read their minds, metaphorically. They looked at Ronin and nodded.

“We’ll learn.” Astro said. Ronin smiled and nodded.

“Alright, lets begin.”

A day had passed since the group began their training. Ronin, Bright, Deacon, and Sunny Flare watched the group fire pistols at their dummies with sound-proof headphones. The group fired upon the dummies with intense focus. When they emptied their clips, they placed the gun on the table infront of them. They took off their headphones and waited to be graded. Deacon walked over to the dummies and stared at them. He looked at dummies and saw barely any bullet holes in nearly all of them. Two of them were tied with the most bullets. He shook his head and hid his grin. This was sad.

He wrote down the results on his board and walked back to them. He handed over his clipboard to Sunny, who passed it over to Bright. She passed it over to Ronin with a nervous smile. Ronin assumed it was because of the results and also grew nervous. He looked at the clipboard and saw the results with widened eyes.

“They have been doing this for two days and this is the results? Not even I was that bad.”

He couldn’t believe the girls were this bad. Ronin had assumed archery in Crystal Prep would give them better results since it was a required class. But these results were sad. There was good results amidst the bad. Blue Tempo and Sour Sweet had passed the pistol training and had moved on to rifle training. Indigo Zaps results showed good progress. She didn’t do well yesterday, but her performance has greatly increased. Ronin figured her powers had something to do with it.

“How’d we do?” Indigo asked.

“Horrible. Except Blue Tempo and Sour Sweet. They shot their targets with all their bullets successfully. Indigo you’ve passed the pistol training, you can move on to rifles. The rest of you need more time.”

“Yess!” Indigo exclaimed.

“How is Sour Sweet passing is?” Lemon Zest said. The group nodded in agreement and looked at Sour Sweet. She looked at their faces and shook her shoulders.

“Me and my dad used to go hunting. He taught me a lot about guns.” Sour Sweet explained.

“No wonder you were better than us in archery.” Lemon Zest pointed out. Sour nodded in agreement. Blue nodded at her results and put a hand on her shoulder.

“I know a good shot when I see one. Good job, kid.” He patted. Sour Sweet looked at him and nodded.

“Thanks. And don’t touch me.” She said.

“Learning to fire guns is hard.” Lemon Zest whined.

“And time consuming.” Sugarcoat said.

“It’s okay. I wasn’t very good in my first time training.” Bright said, attempting to cheer them up. Bright turned and saw Astro looking at her in confusion.

“Were you always here?” Astro asked. Blue hit his arm with his elbow, causing Astro to rephrase.

“I mean. Who are you? I don’t think we met.”

“My name’s Bright, I’m the Madames assistant. And I was here yesterday.”

“Oh.” Astro said, feeling embarrassed. Blue stepped up and asked her a question.

“Why is boss lady called Madame?”

“Why is a cop a cop? Why is a commissioner a commissioner?” Sugarcoat asked.

“Okay, I get it.” Astro said.

“It’s just her rank. It’s what we refer the current leader of the Agency. My grandpa used to be leader before her.” Ronin explained.

“When the leader is a man we say sir. When it’s a woman we say Madame. It’s how we show respect.” Bright explained.

“How old is this Agency?”

“We’ve been around since America was created.”

“Whoa.” Astro said in shock. Blue whistled at the answer and commented.

“That’s a long time to keep quiet. How’d ya do it?”

“We’re not sure on the specifics, but we had no reason to let the world know of us.”

“Should we get back to training?” Rivet butted in.

“Why, you in a rush?”

“I’d just like to get it done.” Rivet said, truthfully. The group nodded in agreement at his answer.

“Well. Get to it then. Reload your weapons. C’mon.” Deacon clapped. The group reloaded their guns and put their sound-proof headsets back on. Ronin, Bright, Deacon, and Sunny, put theirs on as well.

“You think they’ll learn quick?” Deacon asked.

“Hopefully. Mom doesn’t like to wait.” Ronin said.

A week later, the group had passed the weapon training and moved on to hand-to-hand. They were three days into training and they had already increased their strength and endurance. The group was separated into partners. One was holding the punching bag in place while the other was punching. Blue held the bag as Astro punched the bag as hard as he could. On the third day they had to punch with a punching bag. Astro was not used to punching and was quickly tiring. Blue Tempo watched him struggle and rolled his eyes.

“C’mon, Astro. It’s like you’ve never punched before.”

“I- haven’t.”

“What?” Blue exclaimed.

“Jesus, kid. No wonder you’re dying. Switch.” Blue said, patting his shoulder. Astro stopped punching and held the bag for Blue. Blue looked at the bag and readied up.

“This is how you hit a punching bag.”

Over at the next punching bag was Sugarcoat and Lemon Zest. Lemon Zest held on to the bag while Sugarcoat punched away. Lemon Zest leaned her head to the side and watched Sugarcoat. She was extremely focused on the bag.

“You’re really into this...”

“I have a lot of steam to let off.” Sugarcoat said, solemnly. She continued her punches

“Clearly.” Lemon commented.

“Do you... wanna talk about it?” Lemon Zest asked.

“Why?”

“It’s what friends do. Share our problems. We’re friends, right?”

“Of course we’re friends.”

“Really?”

“Why didn’t you think we were friends?”

“It’s just.. we hangout now, but before these powers. Before the Friendship Games, none of us were really that close.” Lemon Zest said.

“We hanged out.” Sugarcoat said, punching the bag.

“A little, but not that much. I think maybe the most time you spent out of all of us was Twilight.”

“I didn’t hang around Twilight. Twilight hanged around me. Me and Twilight never really connected. Her nervousness combined with my bluntness didn’t make a good combo.”

“Did you let her hang out with you because you felt bad?”

“.... yes. I used to be like Twilight in middle school. Nervous. Scared of people. When I got to High School I grew out of it and stopped caring about what others thought of me. But Twilight. She never outgrew her fears.”

“Did you try helping her?” Lemon Zest asked.

“A lot of times, actually. I made her hangout with my group of friends at lunch. The group that I hanged around with didn’t really care. They were one of the nicer groups in Crystal Prep. I thought making her friends with them would help her. But her own anxiety and restraint prevented her from fully becoming friends with them.”

“That was nice of you.” Lemon smiled, approvingly. She heard Sugarcoat sigh and faltered.

“Sometimes I wonder what would've happened if I had tried harder. Maybe, she would’ve never turned into a monster at the Friendship Games.”

“Hey, it’s not your fault. It was all Cinchs fault, remember? Cinch was the one who forced her to use the necklace thingy.” Lemon Zest said, attempting to cheer her up.

“That necklace.” Sugarcoat grunted, hitting the bag harder. Lemon Zest felt the punches from the bag and gripped it harder.

“She told me about the strange things going on at Canterlot High. At least she tried to tell me, but I pretended to listen to make her feel better. If only I had listened, try to take her time away from that necklace.” Sugarcoat said, punching even harder into the bag. Lemon Zest grew nervous from her punches, feeling the bag move closer to her.

“Take it easy, Sugarcoat.” Lemon Zest cautioned. Sugarcoat realized Lemon Zest was barely holding on the bag and stopped.

“Sorry.”

“You wanna switch?” Lemon Zest asked.

“Might as well.” Sugarcoat said.

“It’s not all your fault. I talked to Twilight too. Sometimes I’d give her my headphones, but she didn’t really like my music.”

“I don’t think anyone likes your music.”

“Hay!” Lemon Zest said.

“Just being honest.” Sugarcoat said.

“Have you ever gotten in trouble with your bluntness?” Lemon Zest asked with curiosity.

“With teachers? No. I’ve pissed off a few students, though. They tried to fight me.” Sugarcoat answered.

“And did you?” Lemon Zest asked, punching the bag.

“They backed down.”

“How?”

“I know most of the guys in the football team and having friends in high places helps.” She answered.

“Lucky you.” Lemon Zest said.

RING

The sound of a bell ringing echoed through the giant room, getting the groups attention.

“I think we’re done.” Sugarcoat guessed.

Ronin, Deacon, Sunny, and Bright entered the room from the stairs and clapped their hands.

“Good job, guys.” Ronin said, clapping his hands.

“How close are we to finishing?” Indigo Zap asked, zooming in front of him.

“Now that your weapons and hand-to-hand training is complete. You just have one thing to do before moving on.”

“Which is?”

“Combat.”

“You’ll be training with me and Deacon.” Ronin said. Deacon lifted his hand up and waved at them.

“Alright. We’ll be getting you guys in shape. Listen to us and you’ll be able to get this done in no time.” Deacon said.

Two days later.

Astro punched at Deacon with intense focus. Day 2 of actual combat training, the group was getting the hang of it. Deacon and Ronins help made the group understand what they were doing.

Astro threw his right hand at Deacons arm, causing him to block it. Astro then saw the opening and hit Deacon on the left side. Deacon felt the punch and scoffed.

“Good job.” Deacon said, continuing to block. Astro pulled another punch at Deacon, who then grabbed his arm and dropped his body to the floor. Astro shouted in surprise and hit the soft floor out of breathe.

Deacon stopped fighting and looked at the downed Astro. He catches his breath and left a hand open for Astro. Astro looked at the hand and grabbed it. Deacon helped pull him up and patted his shoulder.

“Good job, Astro. You’re done for now. Go rest up.” Deacon said, wiping the sweat away from his forehead.

“Alright.” Astro said in exhaustion. Astro walked out the boxing ring and crouched over the side. Blue Tempo and the others clapped and congratulated him on his way out.

“Alright, Officer Tempo. You’re up.” Deacon said. Blue nodded and passed by Astro on his way. As they passed each other, Blue and Astro fistbumped.

“Nice one, kid.” Blue complimented.

“Thanks.” Astro said.

Blue Tempo reached the outer ring and crouched under the rope. He maneuvered his way into the ring and cracked his knuckles.

“How good is your training?” Deacon asked.

“I know how to disarm somebody with a gun.”

“That all?”

“I’ve been in a few fistfights during my time as a cop.” He stated, putting on the boxing gloves. Deacon nodded and readied up.

“Let’s see how good that officer training really is.” Deacon said, raising his fists. Blue Tempo took a fighting stance and raised his fists. Deacon and Blue circled around each other, waiting for one of them to make a move.

Blue shrugged and moved forward, throwing a punch at Deacon. Deacon grabbed his arm and pulled him forward, he quickly sidestepped out of the way and shoved to the ring. Blue caught himself on the ring edge and gasped. He turned around and saw Deacon with his hand in the air, motioning him to attack.

Blue shook his head and went back to his previous fighting stance. Blue stepped forward and took another shot at Deacon. Deacon dodged his punch and slapped it away. Deacon saw his opening and punched Blue in the stomach. Blue groaned and took a step back.

He shrugged off the pain and corrected his stance, going on the defensive. Deacon noticed this and made a comment.

“Having trouble?”

“Hay, If you weren’t a good guy I would’ve tased you already.” Blue said.

“Good thing you don’t have a taser.” Deacon said, moving forward. Deacon went for a strike. Blue parried and punched him in the stomach. Deacon felt the hit in his stomach and grunted. He gasped and took a step back.

“Good hit.” Deacon complimented.

“I try.” Blue said, advancing toward Deacon. He punched Deacon in the stomach again and repeatedly struck him. Deacon blocked his punches with his arms and forcefully pushed Blue away.

Blue recovered and rushed at Deacon with focus. Deacon sidestepped and avoided Blues charge. Blue hit the ring and was quickly brought to the ground by Deacon tripping him. Blue landed on his chest and groaned.

“Cheap move, asshole.” He groaned, standing up. Deacon chuckled and raised his fists.

“Gotta expect everything.”

“Yeah. Yeah. Yeah...” Blue grumbled. He raised his fists back up and threw another punch at Deacons chest. Deacon stumbles and threw a punch at Blue. Blue quickly dodged Deacons attack and grabbed his arm. Deacon punched at Blue side in an attempt to break free but was shoved to the ground by Blue. Deacon hit the floor with a thud and groaned.

The group outside the ring watched the whole thing and cheered.

“Nice one!” Lemon Zest shouted.

“Kick his ass, Blue!” Rivet exclaimed, getting really into the fight. Deacon recovered and stood up from the floor. He looked at Blue with respect and approval.

“Don’t suppose you want to end this fight now?”

“What? Getting sleepy?” Deacon said. Blue shook his head and grinned. Deacon took off his gloves and cracked his knuckles.

“No gloves?” Blue asked.

“That was just training wheels.” Deacon said.

“Alright then.” Blue said, removing his gloves.

They threw their gloves outside the ring and stared at each other with extreme focus. Deacon stared at Blue and Readied his fists. Blue went for the attack and threw his fist in the air. Deacon grabbed his arm and pulled him close, he twisted around and lifted Blue above his head and threw him to the floor, hard.

Everyone in the group flinched at the hard fall and looked on in suspense. Blue groaned on the floor and laid there for a few seconds. He opened his eyes and saw Deacons hand.

“Tired yet?” Deacon asked. Blue raised an eyebrow and scoffed, slapping his hand away. Blue picked himself up and glared at Deacon.

“Alright, now it’s personal.” Blue said.

Blue charged at Deacon with fists raised. Deacon dodged his charge and pushed him towards the ring. Blue quickly recovered and grabbed Deacons arm. Blue lifted his leg high and kicked Deacon in the stomach. Deacon gasped and exhaled, crashing on the floor.

Deacon took a deep breath and lifted his head. He glared at Blue and clenched his fists tightly. He stood up and lunged at Blue, catching him by surprise. He punched Blues stomach hard and elbowed his arm. Blue countered by punching him in his side. Deacon grabbed his arm and twisted it, causing Blue to groan. Out of pure instinct, Blue punched Deacon in the jaw, making Deacon stumble backwards.

The group audibly gasped when Blue punched Deacon in the jaw. The move even surprised Blue when he realized what he’d done. Deacon stood still, breathing heavily. He rubbed his jaw and felt it crack at his touch. He felt a warm liquid ooze down his hand and realized he was bleeding. They stood there frozen for a moment before Deacon charged at Blue, punching his chest repeatedly. Blue gasped in pain, having no time to react. Deacon punched him hard in the stomach and grabbed Blues sore arm, causing him to wince. Deacon turned around and shoved Blue to the floor.

Deacon stared down at Blue in exhaustion. Blue breathed in and out rapidly. He made no effort to move and stayed down. Deacon felt sweat drip into his eyes and shrugged. He wiped his forehead and cleaned his hand with his pants. Seeing the fight was over, Deacon put his hand out for Blue. Blue saw the hand and grabbed it. Deacon helped Blue stand up and shook his hand firmly.

“We good?” Deacon asked. Blue scoffed and grinned.

“We’re good.” He said.

Sorry about the jaw.” He apologized.

“It’s fine.” He said.

“Are we done?” Astro asked outside the ring. Deacon looked at Astro and nodded.

“Yeah, we’re done for today. All of you can go now.”

Two hours later, the group hanged out in the training room. Blue Tempo had his arm in a cast. The fight had strained his arms muscles to the point that moving it was difficult.

Astro and Sour Sweet were talking to each other telepathically. Indigo was running around the track. Ronin and Sunny Flare were eating lunch while the group was talking. Rivet had made the groups lunch inside the Agency’s kitchen, his previous years cooking experience made him an amazing cook. Ronin was impressed by how good the food was.

“It’s been a while since anything good was made in that old kitchen.” Ronin said, eating his steak. Sunny Flare nodded in agreement and ate her lunch. The rest of the group sat down enjoying the food.

“Definitely.” Sunny Flare smiled. Rivet looked at their praise with pride.

Upstairs in the Tech Division, Deacon sat in his cubicle typing away. He winced from time-to-time and would stop to caress his arms. He held a bag of ice on his jaw and struggled to not disturb his jaw. The fight had puffed his jaw up which made it hard for him to eat lunch. Deacon reclined in his chair groaning in pain.

“Hey, Deacon.” Bonbon said, entering the cubicle.

Deacon jumped at her voice and turned away from her. He didn’t want her to see his jaw. He winced at the pain his jaw made from the quick movements.

“Hey, Bonbon.” He gritted. Bonbon raised an eye at Deacons tone. She furrowed her eyebrows and crossed her arms.

“Deacon. Why are you facing away from me?” She asked, raising her eyebrow.

“No reason.” He winced, getting a suspicious look from Bonbon.

“Deacon, what’s wrong?”

“Nothing. Could you come back at another time?” He asked. Bonbon looked at the back of Deacon head in annoyance and rolled her eyes. She walked over to the chair and spun it around. Deacon closed his eyes in preparation for what she was about to see.

Bonbons eyes widened when she saw Deacon face. She saw Deacons jaw and gasped.

“Hi, Sweetie.” Deacon said.

Bonbon immediately walked over to Deacons side and grabbed his jaw. He flinched and groaned at her touch. She grabbed the bag of ice on his jaw and pulled it away from him.

“Deacon, what happened?” Bonbon glared.

“I’m sorry. I was training the recruits and turns out that one of them was a trained officer. Bonbon narrowed her eyes and tried to pry the information out of him.

“Who was it?” Bonbon asked.

“It’s okay, he didn’t hurt me that bad...” Deacon said, wincing.

“It was a he, huh?” Bonbon said. Deacon widened his eyes in realization at his mistake and tried to calm her down

“Look, it’s really not necessary. I hurt him bad as well.”

“What were you thinking, Deacon?” Bonbon exclaimed.

“I was assigned to train them with Ronin from the Madame.” Deacon said.

“And you listened?! Who was it?” Bonbon said, covering her frustration.

“Nnn-“

“Deacon. Who was it?” She asked grabbing his jaw. Deacon winced at the pressure in his jaw and gave in.

“It was Bluuee...” He winced. Bonbon let go of his jaw and leaned forward. She kissed his jaw and stood up.

“Get well soon.” She said, walking away. Deacon stood up from his seat and watched Bonbon walk out of Tech Divison toward the training room. Deacon held the bag of ice on his jaw and sighed.

“Godspeed, Blue.” Deacon said.

“Girlfriends, huh?” A coworker next to Deacons cubicle said.

“No kidding.” Deacon said. He was about to head to his desk when suddenly the alarms rang out.

“Seriously? Now?” Deacon exclaimed, causing his jaw to sting a lot.

Men shouted out at the hostages, barking out orders to the others. The men were armed with assault rifles that could pierce through walls in seconds. They entered the bank in unison and captured all the cops. One man dragged a cop by the hair and threw him on the floor where the rest of his friends were.

The man pointed his rifle at them with intense eyes. The cops crouched on the floor helped their friend recover from the assault and glared at the man. The man and his partner grinned at their glares and clicked their guns.

“None of you move!” The man shouted, shooting the ceiling above the cops.

“Hey! Watch the ammo!” A man shouted, walking towards them in annoyance. He grabbed the man that fired and lifted him up with his two powerful fists.

“Don’t waste your ammo. These were already hard to get!” He gritted, between his teeth.

“Uh... Yes, boss. Won’t happen again.” The man said, nervously. The boss glared at him and shrugged, dropping him to the floor. He turned his back on him and walked back to his position. He gave a warning as he walked away.

“Don’t make me come back there again.” He warned. The boss walked away from him and watched closer towards the bank vault. One of his men was drilling through his the vault door, avoiding the sparks from the clashing metal.

“How’s it going?” He shouted louder than the drill.

“We’ll be through in a few minutes!” The man drilling said.

“Good! Keep it up!” The boss said. He walked away from the drill and walked towards his other two men who were pointing guns at the workers and citizens.

“They try anything?” He asked.

“Not yet.” The goon said.

Their talk was interrupted by a scrawny man with a SMG ran up to the boss.

“They got the whole building surrounded. We’re trapped.” The younger man said. The boss rolled his eyes and shook his head.

“Shit.” He groaned.

Outside the bank, police had set up a barricade around the building. Snipers were on the rooftops of the other buildings surrounding it. At the front entrance was Shining Armor and the police commissioner, Sour Guard. Swat vehicles surrounded them as they approached the front steps.

“How many hostages do they have?” He asked.

“A dozen civilians and twenty workers.” Shining said.

“How armed are they?”

“They have big assault rifles that tore through the walls like cardboard. Military-Grade. Their better than what we have.” Shining explained. Sour Guard heard everything he said and grumbled. He walked up to an officer with a megaphone and tapped his shoulder.

“Can I borrow that?” Sour Guard asked. The officer nodded and handed him the megaphone.

“Let’s see if they’re open to talk.”

“Hello!... wait...” Sour Guard said, his voice not amplifying from the megaphone. He fidgeted with it and lightly slapped it. He cringed from the sound of the megaphone screeching and waited for it to go quiet.

He put it up to his mouth and talked with the megaphone. He walked up the stairs to the bank and stood outside the police barricade, much to Shining Armors dismay.
The commissioner proceeded to drop all his weapons on the stairs. Getting the polices full attention.

“Uh. Commissioner.. What are you doing?” Shining asked.

“I need to get closer so that I can negotiate.”

“We can see that. But why are you dropping your gun?”

“I can’t let them feel threatened by me. Calm down, Shining. I know what I’m doing.”

“That’s what I'm afraid of...” Shining said, retreating back to the police barricade. He rubbed his forehead with both hands and shook his head. He felt a tap in the shoulder and looked up to see officer Blackout.

“Is he trying to get killed?” Blackout asked with worry.

“I don’t know..” he moaned.

“Greetings, men!” Sour yelled in the megaphone.

The men inside the bank heard the man and approached the front entrance. The boss stared out the window and saw the unarmed commissioner and raised an eyebrow.

“What the hell?” He said in confusion. The bosses men heard the commissioner outside and stared at their boss, wondering what to do.

“Stay inside! I’m going out there.”

“You’re coming with me.” He gritted, grabbing a woman by the arm. He dragged her along and pointed a gun next to her head. He walked out the building with her and stared at the crowd of police down the steps. He glared at the commissioner and pushed the gun close to the woman’s head. Cops behind the barricade watched the scene with horror, some of them gasped when they saw the man. He was tall and muscular. The clothes he wore spoke volumes of his presence. A black tuxedo with a breast pocket containing one single knife.

The police instantly recognized him as Razor, the leader of a rival gang against Neo’s. The older cops in the barricade glared at him with disgust. Many years ago, he was part of the police force. Razor had knowingly shot and killed a man suspected to be in Neo’s gang. He was immediately fired and arrested for murder, but he had managed to escape. Shining looked at the hostage in his hands and gulped.

“Snipers, do you have a shot on him?” Shining asked on the radio.

“Negative, he’s using the front columns as cover.” A sniper responded. Shining winced and hit his head with the radio.

“Damnit.” Shining whispered.

Razor stared at the commissioner with his eye raised in suspicion. He knew the old commissioner when he was with the police and wondered who he was.

“Where’s commissioner Prime?”

“Retired.” Sour Guard answered.

“Who are you?” Razor asked.

“I’m Sour Guard, I’m his replacement. I don’t suppose you’re open to discussion?”

“It’s not over till me and my members are out of here free!”

“You and I both know that’s not happening. We have the building surrounded. It’s best that you surrender and let the hostages go.”

“That’s not happening.” Razor yelled, squeezing his hostages arm. Sour Guard looked at the woman’s pained face and gulped.

“Would you be open to an exchange?”

“What?” Razor said in surprise.

“Let her go for me. I’m not armed.” Sour Guard pleaded.

“Look at her. She’s scared. Let her go and take me instead.” He pleaded. Razor looked at the commissioner and glanced at his hostage. He was silent for a few seconds before he let her go. Razor shoved her away, barely catching herself from falling down the steps. The woman ran away in a fright and entered the police barricade where medics immediately came to her aid.

He pointed the gun at Sour Guard and walked down. The commissioner let go of his megaphone and put his arms in the air.

The commissioner walked up the steps in silence. Razor leaned forward and grabbed his shirt. He tugged him forward and retreated back into the bank.

“Pretty brave, commissioner.” Razor said.

“When officers start out we make an oath to serve and protect. Did you forget?” Sour Guard asked.

“I’ve read the files on you, Razor. This isn’t like you to rob banks like this.” Sour Guard said.

“I decided to do something different for a change.” Razor explained, tugging him inside.

“No, that’s not why. You’re not alone on this. Who’s got you as a pawn?” Sour Guard asked.

“Im not anyones pawn!” He gritted.

“Then what’s your excuse for robbing this bank?”

“I just think it’s time my boys got a pay raise.” Razor said, getting a couple hurray’s from his men.

“Riiiight.” Sour Guard said, unconvinced this was the reason. Razor pulled him along and stopped. He gripped Sour Guards shoulder and shoved him to the ground with the rest of the security. The security guards helped Sour compose himself and gave him a salute.

“At ease, fellas.”

“Do you know any possible exits they could take?”

“One, sir.”

“Cmon, then. Spill it?” Sour Guard ordered.

“There’s a hole in the basement that leads to the sewers. That’s how they came in.”

“Why is there a hole in the basement?”

“The bank was planning to expand the basement but they stopped when they realized the sewers were right there.” The security guard explained.

“They never hired anybody to fix it.” Another guard said.

“Do you have a plan to fight back?” Sour Guard asked.

“...” the guards were silent. Some of them looked away in silence, too embarrassed to say anything. Sour Guard scoffed and rolled his eyes.

“Hell...C’mon, fellas.” He dragged out in annoyance. He looked at Razor then to the man who was supposed to watch them. The man was busy talking with the others to know what Sour Guard was doing.

“Alright, listen up. I’ve got a plan.” He ordered.

Inside the Agency, the gang watched the news feed on the giant screen in Tech Division. They saw the commissioner trade himself for one of the hostages and gasped. The agents nodded at the man’s bravery and gained their respect. Sour Sweet, on the other hand, looked on in shock. Sugarcoat glanced at Sour Sweet and saw her fearful expression. She nudged her shoulder and broke her focus on the screen.

“What?” Sour Sweet said, hiding her fearful expression.

“Are you okay?” Sugarcoat asked.

“Do I look okay?” Sour Sweet asked, in a loud whisper.

“Judging by your face? No.” Sugarcoat said. She heard the newscaster on the TV begin to talk and looked at the screen.

“We are just getting new information about the scene. The man robbing the bank has been identified as ex-cop turned mob boss, Razor Edge. Just moments ago, the newly promoted commissioner, Sour Guard, had traded himself for a hostage he had brought with him during the interrogation.“ The newscaster said, an image of a light-yellow skinned man with rose colored hair. Sour Sweet gulped at the recap and clenched her hands in fear. The group around her heard the commissioners name and raised an eye.

“It is unclear whether or not the commissioner is safe in the mob boss’s hands or the other hostages inside.” The newscaster finished, cutting to live footage of the scene.

Sugarcoat widened her eyes and quickly put two-and-two together. The rest of the group looked at Sour Sweet in confusion, except Astro.

“Sour Guards your father, is he?” Astro said.

“Yes...” Sour Sweet said. The group gasped and looked at the screen. The news showed a playback of the moment Sour Guard traded himself for the hostage.

“That looks bad.” Blue said, staring up at the screen.

“We gotta do something.”

“That, you do.” Starlight said, walking up behind the group. The agents heard Starlights voice and turned around. They immediately stood straight and began saluting her.

“Madame Glimmer.” The room said in unison.

“At ease.” Starlight said.

“Madame, I need to go down there. I have to save my dad!” Sour Sweet said in a scared tone. Starlight looked down at Sour Sweet and crossed her arms. She glanced at Ronin and walked over to him.

“How’s there training.”

“They know how to fight, but they need more practice.” Ronin said.

“Well then, this’ll have to be their final test. Get them ready, they're going down there.”

“Seriously!” Indigo exclaimed, zooming in front of Starlight.

“Yes. Use what you’ve learned to your advantage, if they get close use your powers. Don’t make me regret this.” Starlight said.

“Thank you, Madame.”

“Sour Sweet. Save the hostages first.” Starlight ordered.

“But-“

“Your father is the commissioner. He can take care of himself, but they can’t.” Starlight said, motioning toward the TV screen. The screen had an image of all the hostages inside the bank. Sour Sweet looked like she was about to protest but she stopped herself.

“Yes, Madame.” Sour Sweet said.

“Good.” Starlight said.

“Good luck, agents.” Starlight said to the group. The Uniques looked at Starlight and nodded.

“Yes, ma’am!”

“Come on, the armory’s this way.” Ronin said, running off. Starlight watched Ronin lead the agents away and walked over to Deacons desk. Deacon turned around and saluted at Starlight with the other hand holding the bag of ice. Starlight raised an eye when she saw Deacons puffed jaw, but ignored it.

“Hack into the banks security, phones included. And send a team there on standby.” She ordered. Deacon nodded and typed into his computer.

“How bout sending the big guy, too?” He asked.

“No. He needs a break.”

“Think they’ll mess up?” He asked, curiously.

“I’m just taking precautions. Better safe than sorry.” Starlight claimed.

Inside the bank, the robber working on drilling through the vault reached extraordinary progress. He pushed the drill forward and heard an audible crack and bending of metal on the vault door. His efforts was worth it after the vault door clanged and the drill stopped drilling. He lifted the drill out of the hole and stood up from his crouched position. He pulled up his safety goggles and wiped the sweat off his forehead.

He carelessly threw the drill aside, no longer of use. Putting his hands on the vault door he slid it open and stared into the secured room and grinned at the holy grail of cash. Razor walked up to the robber and patted his shoulder. He grinned at the load of neatly organized stacks of cash and whistled at his men.

“We’re in, boys!”

Razors men turned and looked at their boss with cheers. They raised their fist in the air and celebrated. Sour Guard and the security guards exchanged knowing glances. Now that the robbers were distracted this was the perfect time to start the plan. Sour Guard nodded and started
the plan. He stood up and slowly walked towards the distracted robber guarding them. He tapped his right shoulder and quickly moved to his left. The robber felt the tap and turned his head to the right.

Sour Guard clenched his fist and punched the robber in the back of the head as hard as he could. The robber fell unconscious and fell to the floor with a thud, getting the attention of his fellow robbers. Sour Guard grabbed the robbers gun and quickly ran off. Running into a room in the bank. The robbers saw the commissioner make a run for it and fired their guns. The commissioner heard the barrage of bullets streak behind him and rushed out of their way. The hostages ducked in cover at the bullets flying above them. Razor facepalmed and groaned, the vein in his forehead bulging.

“Stop shooting!” He roared. The robbers heard their bosses order and stopped firing. Razor groaned and barked out orders.

“Get him back here! Now!” He ordered. His men nodded and sprinted deeper into the bank. Four out of the twelve men with Razor charged after him. The guards on the floor exchanged glances and nodded. They all stood up and charged at the robbers.

Sour Guard rushed through the halls, hearing the advancing steps of four robbers. He turned a corner and entered a room, he closed the door and locked it. Looking at the dark room, he grabbed a chair and placed it under the doorknob. He flipped over some tables and pushed them towards the door.

He hid behind a table and checked the amount of bullets in the gun he had stolen from the robber. He inspected the gun and noticed the many attachments and modifications, rolling his eyes. Nothing about this gun was legal.

“Damn, Smugglers.” He groaned.

He jumped when he heard the doorknob click. The robbers on the other side twisted the doorknob repeatedly. The robber banged on the door and called his name.

“Why you hiding, commissioner?” He yelled.

“Why don’t ya let us in?” Another robber said.

“I’m sure you’d like that!” Sour Guard shouted back. The robbers continued banging on the door and twisting the knob. Sour Guard loaded the assault rifle and leaned to the side of the table.

On the other side of the door, the robbers continued messing with the door. The stronger-built robber grabbed the robbers shoulder and pushed him away from the doorknob.

“I’ve got this.” He said. He lifted his rifle and aimed at the doorknob. Sour Guard flinched when he saw the wave of bullets tear through the doorknob, shooting the wooden chair covering the door to pieces.

The robber lifted his leg and kicked the door down. He entered into the room and saw the mess of tables and knocked down chairs blocking the door. He looked at the table in the back and widened when he saw Sour Guard with one of their rifles. The man quickly retreated and warned the robbers to get down.

Sour Guard pulled the trigger and fired at the door frame and into the hallway. The robbers dropped to the floor and put their hands above their heads waiting out the bullets.

“I’ve got your gun, assholes!” Sour Guard shouted.

Click. Click.

Sour Guard stopped pulling the trigger and checked the rounds in the rifle. He saw the empty casings and gulped.

“Shit.”

The four robbers stood up from their cover and walked into the room with large grins.

“All out of ammo, commissioner?”

“....no.” Sour Guard said. The strong-built robber aimed his rifle at Sour Guards head and grinned.

“Looks like your time is up?” The robber said, moving closer to Sour Guards head.

“I guess it is.”

“Any last words?” A robber to the side asked.

“Yeah...He’s a dumbass.” Sour Guard said, pointing at the big robber. He grabbed his gun and turned his aim towards another robber. He forced him to pull the trigger and fired bullets at the robbers leg. The robber screamed out in pain as the bullets pierced his leg, causing him to drop to the floor in pain. The strong man glared at Sour Guard and let go of his gun, punching Sour Guard in the face. The force of the punch knocked Sour Guard to the floor, causing him to wince.

“Shoot him!” The downed robber whined, crying out in pain.

The robbers lifted their guns and aimed at Sour Guard. He looked up and saw the three robbers glaring ar him with anger. He gulped and closed his eyes. A tear fell down his face as images of his wife and daughter flashed before him.

“Goodbye.” He said in his thought. The robbers squeezed the trigger and fired at Sour Guard. He flinched at the sound of the rifles firing and braced for death. To his shock, it never came. He still felt the same. He opened his eyes again and saw a red shield between him and the robbers. The robbers looked at the shield with jaws dropped.

They heard a footstep near the doorframe behind them and turned around. They were greeted by the sight of a woman enveloped by a reddish-black tint outlined by a red glow. Sour Sweet glared at them through her transformed state and focused her mind. The robbers guns crushed in their hands, snapping into a thousand pieces. They looked at her with Terror as they found themselves exposed. Sour Guard watched the strange woman turn their guns to scrap and gasped.

“What the...shit...” Sour Guard said in shock.

She lifted her right hand and aimed at a robber. Her eyes flashed and a red wave of energy pulsed forward. The robber felt a strange force touch his chest and was pushed across the room. The robber screamed as he was lifted into the air and impacted with the wall. His body tore a hole in the wall, causing him to land in the room next door.

The stronger built man clenched his fists and charged forward. Sour Sweet grabbed the man’s fist and held it back. The man glared at her with intense fury and went for the punch with the his other hand. She grabbed onto the other hand with extreme speed and held onto his hands. The man groaned as he tried to push her with all his strength, a vein popping on his forehead.

She glared at him and looked at a chair in the back of the room. She concentrated and lifted the chair in a red glow. She looked at the man and stared at him with hatred. She moved the chair at high speeds and hit the back of the mans head with the chair. The hit caused him to flinch enough for Sour Sweet to see an opening. She let go of one hand and punched him square in the chest. The force knocked the air out of his lungs and sent him to the floor in exhaustion. He laid on the floor hyperventilating, too weak to get up.

Sour Sweet turned around and saw a man looking at her with fear. The last man standing realized he had zero chance of winning and ran. Sour Sweet lifted her hand and pulled on the ceiling panels above the runner. She pulled her hand and dropped the ceiling panel on his head, knocking him out in the hallway. In the room, Sour Guard had tied the downed man’s hands with his belt. He saw the bloody bullets on the floor and raised an eye.

“The bullets went through, I missed the important shit. You’re gonna walk again. Consider yourself lucky, asshole.” Sour Guard said.

“Really?” He asked, moaning in pain.

Sour Guard looked up at the strange woman and nodded his head.

“I don’t know what the hell you are but thanks for the save.” He nodded. Sour Sweet smiled and nodded, levitating away from him. Sour Guard was left to think about what that was or who she was.

In the main room of the bank, Razor and his men had put an end to the short resistance by the security. They had plenty more fighting experience than the security guards. Razor rounded them all up in a small group in the center of the bank. Him and his men circled around the guards like sharks. Razor cocked his rifle and started to talk.

“So much for resistance. Now which one do I shoot first?”

“Why are you doing this?” A guard shouted in anger. The robber next to him punched him in the face and kicked him. Razor raised his hand and motioned for him to stop. He walked over to the guard and stared at him for a moment. He scoffed and aimed his rifle at the man’s head.

“We’ve all got parts to play. But yours... it’s all over.” Razor said. The guard closed his eyes and waited for him to pull the trigger. Razor grinned and slowly squeezed the trigger. To his surprise, he felt a strange force grab him and knock him to the side. His eyes widened in surprise and gripped his hand, he was shocked to see his gun had disappeared from his hands.

“It’s that damn, Blur!” Razor exclaimed.

All of a sudden the front door came flying through the air, high above the men. They heard a metal clunk hit the floor and faced the entrance. They widened at the sight in front of them. A giant pink see-through samurai entered the building, leaving the robbers speechless.

The samurai raised his sword out of his hilt and charged at a group of robbers. The robbers screamed and fired at the samurai. Their bullets hit the construct and cracked it slightly. The ran from the samurai as it swung its sword, chopping a computer in half. Another group or robbers provided support to the running men and fired at the samurai. The men gasped when their guns were suddenly frozen solid in their hands. They dropped their guns in shock and winced at the coldness.

Razor looked at the samurai and saw a little glowing tail that led to a small corner of the bank. He raised his eye and curiously followed the tail to its end. He saw the a blue streak zoom by him and groaned. The hostages had nearly all disappeared while they weren’t looking. He knew what it was doing. It didn’t want any collateral damage. The security guards sprang up and started to fight the robbers for a second time. Razor passed a cubicle and saw the pink tail get thinner and thinner. He sneaked toward the corner and saw Lemon Zest peeking her head out of a cubicle, giving her construct directions. He glared at her and slowly walked towards her. Lemon Zest messed with the robbers unaware of the man sneaking up on her. He stood up to his full height and raised his gun.

“Gotcha!” He exclaimed, hitting Lemon Zest with the butt of his rifle. Lemon Zest moaned in pain and fell to the floor, dropping her construct. Indigo Zap zoomed around the bank and saw the construct disappear. She stopped running and gasped.

“Lemon Zest is hit!” She exclaimed into her earpiece. Sugarcoat and Astro’s voices echoed through the mic.

“Where is she?” Astro asked.

“We gotta help her!” Indigo exclaimed.

“Hold on, guys. I’m coming!” Sour Sweet said telepathically.

“Astro, Sour can you find her with your mind?” Sugarcoat asked.

“Got it.” Astro said. Astro focused and looked for Lemon Zest’s mind in the bank. His head mapped out the bank in a red outline. Everyone in the bank was highlighted by a blue glow in his mind. Concentrating even more, he isolated a scared emotion in the far left corner of the bank. He found her.

“She’s at the cubicles to the left!”

“I got her!” Sugarcoat said.

“You sure?” Indigo asked.

“Yes.” She answered solemnly.

“Okay. I’ll focus on the security guards and the hostages.” Indigo said, zooming towards the hostages.

Sugarcoat lifted her hand and made the bank floor freeze into ice, causing the robbers on her side to slip. She froze their bodies on the floor and left her hiding spot.

The driller inside the vault saw the chaos in the bank and hid in the vault. His attempt at hiding ended when he felt an extremely painful ringing in his ears.

Lemon Zest crawled away from Razor and hit a wall. Her heart pounded in fear, dizzy from the blow to her head. She found herself unable to create constructs. Her attempt to create a hammer fizzled out of existence. Razor scoffed at her and slowly advanced closer.

“Not so tough when you can’t make shit..” he grinned. He cocked his rifle and made sure their was ammo. He smiled wider and pointed the rifle at Lemon Zest.

“I don’t know how you did that, but I don’t care. I’m gonna make sure you don’t bother me, again.” Razor said.

“Hasta La Vista, kid.” Razor said, he pulled the trigger and fired. Sugarcoat ran towards them and saw Razor aim at Lemon Zest. She quickly raised her hand and concentrated on his rifle. Her hand glowed white as the air infront of her hand turned to ice. Within seconds the ice reached the rifle and froze the gun. Razor pulled the trigger as the rifle turned to ice and raised his eyes in shock. The bullets within the gun failed to escape the rifle and exploded inside. Razor screamed out in pain as the rifle exploded in his left hand. Blood oozed out of his left hand as gun shrapnel pierced his skin. A chunk of his thumb had fallen off. He dropped to his knees and gripped his left hand as he stared at the bloody hand with horror.

Sugarcoat ran towards Lemon Zest and grabbed her shoulder. She shook her and saw her confused expression.

“You okay?” She asked with concern.

“My head hurts...”

“How many fingers am I holding up?” Sugarcoat asked, raising three fingers. Lemon Zest squinted her eyes and stared at Indigos fingers.

“Uhh... 8?” Lemon guessed. Sugarcoat looked at Lemon and shrugged.

“Yeah, you need to see a doctor.” Sugarcoat said, helping Lemon Zest up. They stared at the riving Razor on the floor and felt bad. Razor roared out in pain, veins bulging in every part of his body. He stood up and clenched his right hand. He fumed with intense hatred, blood dripping on the floor.

“You...little shits are dead!” He roared, charging at them. His actions were put to an end when Sour Sweet lifted him up in the air with her mind. She glared at Razor and threw him at a wall. He screamed when his left hand cracked and crunch upon impact. He dropped to the floor and fell unconscious.

Sugarcoat closed her eyes and sighed in relief. Indigo Zap and Astro came running up to them to see their condition. Sour Sweet hovered above the group and stared down at them.

“Is she okay?” Indigo asked with concern.

“I’m fine...” Lemon Zest said, rubbing the back of her head.

“We did it!” Astro exclaimed.

Ronin and Sunny Flare rushed into the bank and looked at the downed robbers. They saw the Uniques and rushed towards them with smiles.

“I can’t believe it! You guys did it!” Ronin exclaimed.

“Lemon Zest is hurt. She needs help. We need to get out of here without being seen.” Sugarcoat said.

“Don’t worry. We cleared the front entrance. It’s all agents down there.” Sunny said.

“Come on, lets get you guys back in the Agency.” Ronin said, helping Lemon Zest.

“I’m tired.” She said.

“I can imagine.” Ronin commented.

Starlight stared at the six Uniques in front of her with pride. She congratulated them on their success and had given them badges certifying their status in the Agency. Lemon Zest looked at her badge with a smile. She had recovered from the hard hit to her head and only had a minor headache. She looked up at Starlight and thanked her. Starlight passed the Uniques and walked up to Blue Tempo. He was quiet and carried a highly displeased look. And he was sporting a fresh black-eye.

“What happened to you?” Starlight asked. He glanced to the right and saw Bonbon glaring at him and rolled his eyes.

“I’d rather not say.”

Two days later

Razor sat in the prison cafeteria in silence. He sat silently eating his food with his right hand. He lifted his arm and winced when he heard the metal screech from his recently attached claw hand. He looked at his three hooked hand and frowned. He glared at the few prisoners who stared at his claw hand. He growled and continued eating his lunch.

For a few minutes, he was alone. Until a group of prisoners walked up to him and sat in his table. Razor looked up at the green skinned man in front of him and wiped his mouth.

“So, what did you learn about our Unique problem?” The man asked.

“They're kids. Teenagers.”

“Teenagers?”

“Yeah. Took my damn hand off.” He said, showing off his hook hand.

“Anything else you’d like to say?”

“Yeah. I saw two of their faces.”

“You know what they look like?” He asked. Razor nodded and finished the water in his cup.

“Get me out of jail with you guys. And I’ll help you get to them before they get to you.” Razor said. The two men in the group exchanged glances and nodded.

“Welcome to the team, Razor. My name is Nitro Blast, and that’s Crackdown.”

“Got a plan?” Razor asked. Nitro nodded and grinned.

“I think you’ll like our plan very much.”

Author's Note

Why am I always unlucky with my timing. Starlights dad is canon and he’s not at all what I imagined. Sunburst mom has a name now and of course it was Stellar Flare. Of all the names they could come up with it had to be Stellar Flare. Now I have a dilemma about Starlights dad in this story being called Stellar Skies. I thought of including Sunbursts parents at some point, but now I’m not so sure.

I hoped they would’ve name dropped Starlights mom to make things easier for me, since I’m having trouble coming up with a name, but that didn’t happen.

Tough luck. Leave a comment for any grammar and spelling mistakes. Thanks for reading.

Next episode: Sunny Flare gets a pet. A very shiny pet.