James entered the police room and winked at me saying the words no son wants to hear about his mother "Your mother is a real woman, Brightspark," he had said, his tone laced with a hint of amusement. And though his words were seemingly innocuous, they set off a flurry of anxious thoughts in my mind.

Was James implying that he had romantic intentions towards my mother? The mere thought sent a shiver of apprehension down my spine. After all, this was the same man who boasted of having two pregnant maids at his beck and call. The idea of my mother getting involved with someone like him was enough to make me queasy. Plus i did not want to think about my mother in that way ever.

I couldn't help but wonder if James had ulterior motives, if he saw my mother as nothing more than another conquest to add to his collection. The thought filled me with a sense of protectiveness, a desire to shield her from the predatory advances of a man like James. For a second thoughts of smashing James head filled my mind.

But as much as I worried for my mother's safety and well-being, I knew there was little I could do to intervene. After all, she was a grown woman, capable of making her own decisions. Calling the local hitman would be a problem. I was a cop and they would be suspicious. If i hired a couple of locals to do it they might get it done but James had not surived in the pit of vipers that the police force had become without being as tough as nails. If I hired amateurs my mother was more likely to be killed that James.

As James walked out and my fellow police officers looked at me with terror I sought solace in the familiar surroundings of our makeshift headquarters. And decided to see if I could make my problem Millers. Captain Miller was waiting for me, his expression as inscrutable as ever.

"Captain," I began, my voice betraying the turmoil of emotions swirling inside me. "Did you hear what Chief James said about my mother?"

Captain Miller regarded me with a knowing look, his eyes twinkling with a hint of amusement. "Yes, I heard," he replied, his tone calm and reassuring. "But you have nothing to worry about, Brightspark. James may have his... eccentricities, but he won't dare interfere with our plans to invade Cuba."

His words offered me some measure of comfort, but the unease still lingered in the back of my mind. After all, James was not known for his scruples or his respect for boundaries. If he saw something he wanted, he had a way of taking it by any means necessary.

But before I could dwell further on James's potential threat to my mother, Captain Miller dropped another bombshell that left me reeling.

"Kelly has been framed for corruption," he informed me, his voice grave and serious. "As she's been arrested, Brightspark. I think it fair to assume she was not corrupt"

I blinked in disbelief, struggling to comprehend the magnitude of what he was saying. Kelly, the attractive detective from Internal Affairs, framed for corruption? I sighed at the And yet, here we were, facing yet another twist in the tangled web of deceit and betrayal that surrounded us.

"What happened?" I asked, my voice barely above a whisper. "Who framed her?"

Captain Miller shook his head, his expression darkening with anger. "I don't know the details yet, but they certainly did us a favour."

As I absorbed the shocking news, a sense of determination welled up. I was going to lie to anyone I had to steal or kill if need be because if honest cops were being framed what chance did I have against the system. Miller spoke out “Into my office we need to talk”

I stepped into Captain Miller's office, the familiar scent of old leather and dusty paperwork filling my nostrils. Miller sat behind his desk, his expression as stoic as ever.

"Brightspark," he greeted me, his voice gruff yet oddly amused. "The press will be wanting a word with you."

I raised an eyebrow in surprise. "The press? What do I lie about now?"

Miller leaned back in his creaky chair, a wry smile playing at the corners of his lips. "About the invasion of Cuba, of course.Their were a couple of memes so they are all out to mock you. Now remember make it flashy. Make a idiot of yourself. Now get out there and be Brightspark superhero or supervillain. Your larger than life now." Left unsaid was the truth get out there and make a lot of noise so no one realises what is going on. I headed to a actual press briefing. Gone were the drones and real press reporters mobbed me.

I was swarmed by a horde of reporters, their cameras flashing and microphones thrust in my face.

"Brightspark, can you tell us about the invasion of Cuba?" one reporter asked, a smirk playing on his lips.

I tried to maintain my composure, despite the sinking feeling in the pit of my stomach. "Yes, it's true," I declared, mustering as much confidence as I could. "In less than 24 to 48 hours, I will personally lead the invasion of Cuba."

The reporters burst into laughter, their mocking tones echoing off the walls of the hallway.

"You? Lead an invasion?" another reporter scoffed. "Come on, Brightspark, we all know you couldn't organize a game of bingo, let alone a military operation."

I gritted my teeth, suppressing the urge to lash out in frustration. They may have been right, but I couldn't let them see me sweat.

Undeterred, I raised my voice, projecting an air of authority that I didn't quite feel. "Believe me or not, it's happening. And once I'm in charge, things will change for the better."

"In addition to leading the invasion, I will also ensure that a youth serum is distributed free of charge to all citizens of Cuba," I continued, my voice gaining momentum. "With this newfound vitality, we will begin the process of rebuilding society from the ground up, ushering in a new era of prosperity and progress."

The reporters began to smirk thinking I was lying my ass off.

This was my moment, my chance to seize the spotlight and declare my intentions for the world to hear.

"Ladies and gentlemen," I began, my voice ringing out with confidence. "Do not doubt my resolve I stand before you today to announce my plans for the invasion of Cuba."

But before I could even finish my sentence, a chorus of boos erupted from the crowd, drowning out my words and sending a chill down my spine. I tried to press on, but the cacophony of disapproval only grew louder. I looked at the press who were acting weirdly. Before they had just been mocking me now they were more serious.

Undeterred, I raised my voice, determined to make myself heard above the din. "I believe that the invasion of Cuba will succeed," I proclaimed, my words punctuated by jeers and derisive laughter. "Thanks to the damage inflicted by recent storms, the island is vulnerable and ripe for the taking."

But my words fell on deaf ears, the crowd's hostility palpable as they continued to voice their disdain.

"Cuba has no food stores," I continued, my voice growing more determined with each passing moment. "And my forces, led by none other than myself, will swiftly cut off the food supplies of our enemies. Without sustenance, they will crumble before us like sandcastles in a tsunami."

But instead of applause, my proclamation was met with shouts of outrage and disbelief.

"You're insane!" someone in the crowd shouted, their words echoed by others. "A lunatic!"

I gritted my teeth, frustration bubbling beneath the surface as I struggled to maintain my composure. But I refused to be deterred. I had a message to deliver, and I would deliver it, no matter the cost.

"I have drones—powerful, unstoppable machines of war—ready to unleash hell upon our enemies," I declared, my voice ringing with conviction. "And if by some miracle all of my drones are knocked down, fear not—I can simply have more built. Soldiers may be hard to train, but drones? Drones are a different story altogether."

But even as I spoke, the crowd's disdain only seemed to intensify, their skepticism casting a shadow over my every word.

But I wasn't done yet. I had one final ace up my sleeve, one last card to play in this high-stakes game of persuasion.

"I have created a GoFundMe page," I announced, my voice carrying over the tumult of the crowd. "So I implore you, my loyal supporters, to stop sending money to the starving orphans in Africa. Give me the money instead, and together, we will conquer Cuba and usher in a new era of prosperity and power!"

But instead of applause, my plea was met with a stunned silence, punctuated only by the occasional murmur of disbelief.

I stood before the throng of reporters, their cameras flashing and microphones thrusting towards me like weapons, I couldn't help but feel a surge of exhilaration coursing through my veins. This was my moment, my chance to show off and maybe get laid.

But as I opened my mouth to speak, a voice cut through the chaos like a knife. "There are reports of a invasion of cuba. Are you the one in charge of the troops that just invaded a third of Cuba?" the reporter demanded, his gaze piercing.

I blinked in disbelief. "Are you stupid?" I shot back, incredulous. "Of course I am! I'm in the middle of explaining that very thing!"

The reporter recoiled, taken aback by my blunt response. But I had no time to dwell on his foolishness. I had a speech to deliver, and nothing—not even the ignorance of a single reporter—could derail my plans. Captain Miller gave me thums up.

Ignoring the murmurs of confusion rippling through the crowd, I continued with my address. "Yes, my dear reporters," I declared, my voice ringing with authority. I needed to make things clear and draw attention "I am indeed the evil tyrant you all fear and loathe."

The reporters gasped in shock, their eyes widening in disbelief. But I paid them no mind. I had bigger fish to fry—namely, telling them I was in charge of the conquest of Cuba.

"As we speak, my forces are moving swiftly across the island," I proclaimed, my chest swelling with pride. "And in a day or so, I will be in control of Cuba, bending its people to my will."

The reporters exchanged nervous glances, their pens scratching furiously on there tablets as they struggled to keep up with my rapid-fire declarations. But I pressed on, undeterred by their skepticism.

"Let it be known that anyone who surrenders will be spared," I announced, my voice dripping with menace. "But those who dare to resist will face the full force of my wrath. They will be PIPPED!"

The reporters blinked in confusion, unsure of what I meant by "pipped." Captain miller grinned and I knew he was already thinking about the horrible storyies he could spread about me. No one knew what Pipped meant but I was betting by the end of the day it was something like have all your skin ripped off with rusty nails while torturing your family in front of your eyes. I headed for my debrief with Miller hopefully he would tell me what was going on. The invasion had started a lot earlier than I had expected.

As I stepped into Captain Miller's office, a knot of apprehension twisted in my stomach. The air was heavy with tension, and I couldn't shake the feeling that something was amiss. Little did I know, I was about to be hit with news that would turn my world upside down.

"Good afternoon, Brightspark," Miller greeted me, his voice unusually grave. "Take a seat."

I obliged, sinking into the worn leather chair opposite Miller's desk. My mind raced with a million possibilities, but nothing could have prepared me for what Miller had to say next.

"James has asked your mother out on a date," Miller announced, his words hanging in the air like a heavy cloud.

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My heart skipped a beat, and I felt a surge of panic rising within me. James, with his two pregnant maids, asking my dear mother out on a date? It was too absurd to comprehend. With the new youth serum it was possible I would soon have a new brother or sister.

I struggled to keep my composure, forcing a strained smile onto my face. "That's... unexpected," I managed to choke out, my mind reeling with horror.

But deep down, I couldn't shake the nagging feeling of unease that gnawed at the edges of my consciousness. James was a notorious playboy, and the thought of him wooing my mother filled me with a sense of dread.

I quickly pushed the thought aside, focusing instead on Miller's next words. "The invasion of Cuba has begun," he informed me, his voice cutting through the tension like a knife. "But there's been a complication. All of the major cities have already fallen. But we were suppose to have units in the countryside as well."

My heart sank at the news. This was not how the operation was supposed to go. We were meant to strike swiftly and decisively, not stumble at the first hurdle.

"Can I do anything, Captain?" I asked, my voice tinged with concern.

Miller leaned forward, his expression grim. "I need you to do something for me," he said, his tone serious. "I need you to bribe a high-ranking officer to get Kelly, released."

My mind raced as I processed Miller's request. Miller had framed Kelly for corruption. Why did he want her released now?

"I'll do it," I declared, determination coursing through my veins. "But on one condition."

Miller arched an eyebrow, waiting for me to continue.

"You need to look after my mother," I insisted, my voice firm. "And tell James to be a gentleman, or else I'll stick my boot so far up his ass, he'll taste leather for a month."

Miller's lips twitched in a semblance of a smile, and for a moment, the weight of the world lifted from my shoulders. I may have been a trainee superhero, but in that moment, I felt like I could take on the world.

Miller chuckled "Yes well we are all under pressure here. I will see what i can do about your mother. But Kelly is a good cop we need more like her so see if you can have any of the false evidence against her thrown out. The drug companies will not want to stick out their necks too far. No one wants to be stuck in a van with Tank. If you manage to get any of those drug representives alone kill them and i will help you cover it up."

James entered the police room and winked at me saying the words no son wants to hear about his mother "Your mother is a real woman, Brightspark," he had said, his tone laced with a hint of amusement. And though his words were seemingly innocuous, they set off a flurry of anxious thoughts in my mind.

Was James implying that he had romantic intentions towards my mother? The mere thought sent a shiver of apprehension down my spine. After all, this was the same man who boasted of having two pregnant maids at his beck and call. The idea of my mother getting involved with someone like him was enough to make me queasy. Plus i did not want to think about my mother in that way ever.

I couldn't help but wonder if James had ulterior motives, if he saw my mother as nothing more than another conquest to add to his collection. The thought filled me with a sense of protectiveness, a desire to shield her from the predatory advances of a man like James. For a second thoughts of smashing James head filled my mind.

But as much as I worried for my mother's safety and well-being, I knew there was little I could do to intervene. After all, she was a grown woman, capable of making her own decisions. Calling the local hitman would be a problem. I was a cop and they would be suspicious. If i hired a couple of locals to do it they might get it done but James had not surived in the pit of vipers that the police force had become without being as tough as nails. If I hired amateurs my mother was more likely to be killed that James.

As James walked out and my fellow police officers looked at me with terror I sought solace in the familiar surroundings of our makeshift headquarters. And decided to see if I could make my problem Millers. Captain Miller was waiting for me, his expression as inscrutable as ever.

"Captain," I began, my voice betraying the turmoil of emotions swirling inside me. "Did you hear what Chief James said about my mother?"

Captain Miller regarded me with a knowing look, his eyes twinkling with a hint of amusement. "Yes, I heard," he replied, his tone calm and reassuring. "But you have nothing to worry about, Brightspark. James may have his... eccentricities, but he won't dare interfere with our plans to invade Cuba."

His words offered me some measure of comfort, but the unease still lingered in the back of my mind. After all, James was not known for his scruples or his respect for boundaries. If he saw something he wanted, he had a way of taking it by any means necessary.

But before I could dwell further on James's potential threat to my mother, Captain Miller dropped another bombshell that left me reeling.

"Kelly has been framed for corruption," he informed me, his voice grave and serious. "As she's been arrested, Brightspark. I think it fair to assume she was not corrupt"

I blinked in disbelief, struggling to comprehend the magnitude of what he was saying. Kelly, the attractive detective from Internal Affairs, framed for corruption? I sighed at the And yet, here we were, facing yet another twist in the tangled web of deceit and betrayal that surrounded us.

"What happened?" I asked, my voice barely above a whisper. "Who framed her?"

Captain Miller shook his head, his expression darkening with anger. "I don't know the details yet, but they certainly did us a favour."

As I absorbed the shocking news, a sense of determination welled up. I was going to lie to anyone I had to steal or kill if need be because if honest cops were being framed what chance did I have against the system. Miller spoke out “Into my office we need to talk”

I stepped into Captain Miller's office, the familiar scent of old leather and dusty paperwork filling my nostrils. Miller sat behind his desk, his expression as stoic as ever.

"Brightspark," he greeted me, his voice gruff yet oddly amused. "The press will be wanting a word with you."

I raised an eyebrow in surprise. "The press? What do I lie about now?"

Miller leaned back in his creaky chair, a wry smile playing at the corners of his lips. "About the invasion of Cuba, of course.Their were a couple of memes so they are all out to mock you. Now remember make it flashy. Make a idiot of yourself. Now get out there and be Brightspark superhero or supervillain. Your larger than life now." Left unsaid was the truth get out there and make a lot of noise so no one realises what is going on. I headed to a actual press briefing. Gone were the drones and real press reporters mobbed me.

I was swarmed by a horde of reporters, their cameras flashing and microphones thrust in my face.

"Brightspark, can you tell us about the invasion of Cuba?" one reporter asked, a smirk playing on his lips.

I tried to maintain my composure, despite the sinking feeling in the pit of my stomach. "Yes, it's true," I declared, mustering as much confidence as I could. "In less than 24 to 48 hours, I will personally lead the invasion of Cuba."

The reporters burst into laughter, their mocking tones echoing off the walls of the hallway.

"You? Lead an invasion?" another reporter scoffed. "Come on, Brightspark, we all know you couldn't organize a game of bingo, let alone a military operation."

I gritted my teeth, suppressing the urge to lash out in frustration. They may have been right, but I couldn't let them see me sweat.

Undeterred, I raised my voice, projecting an air of authority that I didn't quite feel. "Believe me or not, it's happening. And once I'm in charge, things will change for the better."

"In addition to leading the invasion, I will also ensure that a youth serum is distributed free of charge to all citizens of Cuba," I continued, my voice gaining momentum. "With this newfound vitality, we will begin the process of rebuilding society from the ground up, ushering in a new era of prosperity and progress."

The reporters began to smirk thinking I was lying my ass off.

This was my moment, my chance to seize the spotlight and declare my intentions for the world to hear.

"Ladies and gentlemen," I began, my voice ringing out with confidence. "Do not doubt my resolve I stand before you today to announce my plans for the invasion of Cuba."

But before I could even finish my sentence, a chorus of boos erupted from the crowd, drowning out my words and sending a chill down my spine. I tried to press on, but the cacophony of disapproval only grew louder. I looked at the press who were acting weirdly. Before they had just been mocking me now they were more serious.

Undeterred, I raised my voice, determined to make myself heard above the din. "I believe that the invasion of Cuba will succeed," I proclaimed, my words punctuated by jeers and derisive laughter. "Thanks to the damage inflicted by recent storms, the island is vulnerable and ripe for the taking."

But my words fell on deaf ears, the crowd's hostility palpable as they continued to voice their disdain.

"Cuba has no food stores," I continued, my voice growing more determined with each passing moment. "And my forces, led by none other than myself, will swiftly cut off the food supplies of our enemies. Without sustenance, they will crumble before us like sandcastles in a tsunami."

But instead of applause, my proclamation was met with shouts of outrage and disbelief.

"You're insane!" someone in the crowd shouted, their words echoed by others. "A lunatic!"

I gritted my teeth, frustration bubbling beneath the surface as I struggled to maintain my composure. But I refused to be deterred. I had a message to deliver, and I would deliver it, no matter the cost.

"I have drones—powerful, unstoppable machines of war—ready to unleash hell upon our enemies," I declared, my voice ringing with conviction. "And if by some miracle all of my drones are knocked down, fear not—I can simply have more built. Soldiers may be hard to train, but drones? Drones are a different story altogether."

But even as I spoke, the crowd's disdain only seemed to intensify, their skepticism casting a shadow over my every word.

But I wasn't done yet. I had one final ace up my sleeve, one last card to play in this high-stakes game of persuasion.

"I have created a GoFundMe page," I announced, my voice carrying over the tumult of the crowd. "So I implore you, my loyal supporters, to stop sending money to the starving orphans in Africa. Give me the money instead, and together, we will conquer Cuba and usher in a new era of prosperity and power!"

But instead of applause, my plea was met with a stunned silence, punctuated only by the occasional murmur of disbelief.

I stood before the throng of reporters, their cameras flashing and microphones thrusting towards me like weapons, I couldn't help but feel a surge of exhilaration coursing through my veins. This was my moment, my chance to show off and maybe get laid.

But as I opened my mouth to speak, a voice cut through the chaos like a knife. "There are reports of a invasion of cuba. Are you the one in charge of the troops that just invaded a third of Cuba?" the reporter demanded, his gaze piercing.

I blinked in disbelief. "Are you stupid?" I shot back, incredulous. "Of course I am! I'm in the middle of explaining that very thing!"

The reporter recoiled, taken aback by my blunt response. But I had no time to dwell on his foolishness. I had a speech to deliver, and nothing—not even the ignorance of a single reporter—could derail my plans. Captain Miller gave me thums up.

Ignoring the murmurs of confusion rippling through the crowd, I continued with my address. "Yes, my dear reporters," I declared, my voice ringing with authority. I needed to make things clear and draw attention "I am indeed the evil tyrant you all fear and loathe."

The reporters gasped in shock, their eyes widening in disbelief. But I paid them no mind. I had bigger fish to fry—namely, telling them I was in charge of the conquest of Cuba.

"As we speak, my forces are moving swiftly across the island," I proclaimed, my chest swelling with pride. "And in a day or so, I will be in control of Cuba, bending its people to my will."

The reporters exchanged nervous glances, their pens scratching furiously on there tablets as they struggled to keep up with my rapid-fire declarations. But I pressed on, undeterred by their skepticism.

"Let it be known that anyone who surrenders will be spared," I announced, my voice dripping with menace. "But those who dare to resist will face the full force of my wrath. They will be PIPPED!"

The reporters blinked in confusion, unsure of what I meant by "pipped." Captain miller grinned and I knew he was already thinking about the horrible storyies he could spread about me. No one knew what Pipped meant but I was betting by the end of the day it was something like have all your skin ripped off with rusty nails while torturing your family in front of your eyes. I headed for my debrief with Miller hopefully he would tell me what was going on. The invasion had started a lot earlier than I had expected.

As I stepped into Captain Miller's office, a knot of apprehension twisted in my stomach. The air was heavy with tension, and I couldn't shake the feeling that something was amiss. Little did I know, I was about to be hit with news that would turn my world upside down.

"Good afternoon, Brightspark," Miller greeted me, his voice unusually grave. "Take a seat."

I obliged, sinking into the worn leather chair opposite Miller's desk. My mind raced with a million possibilities, but nothing could have prepared me for what Miller had to say next.

"James has asked your mother out on a date," Miller announced, his words hanging in the air like a heavy cloud.

My heart skipped a beat, and I felt a surge of panic rising within me. James, with his two pregnant maids, asking my dear mother out on a date? It was too absurd to comprehend. With the new youth serum it was possible I would soon have a new brother or sister.

I struggled to keep my composure, forcing a strained smile onto my face. "That's... unexpected," I managed to choke out, my mind reeling with horror.

But deep down, I couldn't shake the nagging feeling of unease that gnawed at the edges of my consciousness. James was a notorious playboy, and the thought of him wooing my mother filled me with a sense of dread.

I quickly pushed the thought aside, focusing instead on Miller's next words. "The invasion of Cuba has begun," he informed me, his voice cutting through the tension like a knife. "But there's been a complication. All of the major cities have already fallen. But we were suppose to have units in the countryside as well."

My heart sank at the news. This was not how the operation was supposed to go. We were meant to strike swiftly and decisively, not stumble at the first hurdle.

"Can I do anything, Captain?" I asked, my voice tinged with concern.

Miller leaned forward, his expression grim. "I need you to do something for me," he said, his tone serious. "I need you to bribe a high-ranking officer to get Kelly, released."

My mind raced as I processed Miller's request. Miller had framed Kelly for corruption. Why did he want her released now?

"I'll do it," I declared, determination coursing through my veins. "But on one condition."

Miller arched an eyebrow, waiting for me to continue.

"You need to look after my mother," I insisted, my voice firm. "And tell James to be a gentleman, or else I'll stick my boot so far up his ass, he'll taste leather for a month."

Miller's lips twitched in a semblance of a smile, and for a moment, the weight of the world lifted from my shoulders. I may have been a trainee superhero, but in that moment, I felt like I could take on the world.

Miller chuckled "Yes well we are all under pressure here. I will see what i can do about your mother. But Kelly is a good cop we need more like her so see if you can have any of the false evidence against her thrown out. The drug companies will not want to stick out their necks too far. No one wants to be stuck in a van with Tank. If you manage to get any of those drug representives alone kill them and i will help you cover it up."