“Alright take the blindfold off luck boy.” Octavian said while smoking a cigar. “This might be the shortest amount of days it took for me to sign off on an intern.”
Lysha was all smiles at Peter. “Looks like someone gets to join me on my mission.”
“Really, What kind?” Octavian looked curiously at Lysha.
Lysha handed some files to Octavian.
“Huh. Can’t believe it’s a real mission. Most interns are stuck with glorified cop duty.” Octavian scanned through the document and flipping through it quickly. “Looks like there will be some action.”
“Well it’s not like luck boy will be in any danger.” Lysha chuckled.
“He might not, but whoever shoots him might be. I can see some weird liability suits on excessive force.” Octavian took a drag of his cigar and touched his bandaged head.
“Not sure what would be considered excessive force in cases of attempted murder.” Lysha frowned.
“You know how things are since the Conner suit” Octavian sighed. “Either way get your asses out of here, I might develop a firearm-phobia hanging around luck boy.”
Lysha shrugged and walked out, gesturing for Peter to follow. They arrived at an office room upstairs where Lysha personally brief Peter on the mission. It was a straight forward protect assets mission of some exotic cars. They’ve been targeted pretty hard in the last few months and the police chef had to put his foot down, hiring heroes and stationing cops across the city. The garage they are responsible has the limited 1 of 5 super cars that attract criminals like moth to a flame and today was the last day before it got moved. Meaning they will almost definitely see action.
“Will it just be us guarding the garage?” Peter asked nervously, thinking he doesn’t want to mess up for his first mission.
“Goodness no. We’ll have Quisiver-at-home and Robo-eyes there too, everyone has been briefed already. It was a 3 person job originally you’re just the plus 1. No need to worry about covering anything.” Lysha patted Peter’s shoulder affirmatively. “You’re already way ahead of the game, most interns take weeks before being mission ready.”
Peter scratched his head. He didn’t really do any real training besides standing still and being treated like a testing dummy for a hours. Though he did learn how to shoot while Octavian got bandaged up. He was a decent shot according to Lysha and a barely passable shot according to Octavian. Though it really doesn’t matter that much for this mission since everyone will be allowed to carry at most a medium range stun gun to prevent car damage.
“Alright. Let’’s go.” Lysha threw Peter the keys. “You drive.”
Peter gripped the wheel tightly as he didn’t expect the mission to be literally today, but Lysha didn’t bother explaining any further as she was napping in the back seat. Probably was up late pushing for Peter’s paperwork to be done.
By the time they arrived Lysha gave Peter a name tag, it read ‘Luckboy’. She put on her own that read ‘Glass’. Peter frowned at his name tag and meekly asked for a different one. Lysha laughed and assured Peter it was temporary until his submits an official application. Everyone at the office had started to call Peter the lucky boy nickname affectionately. Peter was somewhat afraid that it might just stick as his hero name.
Peter met and was greeted by Strong Arms and Robo-eyes. Strong Arms was a muscular man with a biker stash and biker outfit and Robo-eyes was a scrawny guy who wore hoodie, sweatpants, and flip-flops. If it wasn’t for the fact all four of them was wearing kevlar vests that said ‘hero’ on the back no one would suspect they were professional heroes from afar.
“Nice to work with you again budget Quisiver.” Lysha said with a mocking tone.
“Lysha Glass, ya pain in my arse.” Strong Arms replied.
They hugged each other and Robo-eyes took two steps back. Obviously not wanting any human contact. Peter shook hands with Strong Arms, who almost crushed his hand. And tried to shake hands with Robo-eyes but who instead just nodded at Peter and left him hanging.
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“Don’t let em get to ya.” Strong Arms said while slapping Peter’s back pushing him forward and almost causing him to fall. “That lad hates human contact. Ger-man-phobe and all that.” Strong Arms manually sounded out the word trying to pronounce it correctly, but was corrected by a chagrined Robo-eyes.
“It’s germophobe you doofus!” Robo-eyes yelled, embarrassed for his partner.
Robo-eyes handed everyone a communication earpiece before telling them that he was going to find a safe spot to scout from and left them.
“Don’t mind em, he’s still got that teenage angst.” Strong Arms said with a chuckle.
“I can still hear you guys you know.” An angsty sounding Robo-eyes could be heard from the earpiece.
Strong Arms shrugged and went to examine some of the cars. They all looked extremely expensive. But the one that Lysha pointed out was the mission priority was a classic looking car. Looking odd in comparison to the modern super cars with its blocky design that indicated a bygone era. The interior had luxury cream white leather seats and a gold decorated ivory steering wheel. The car had a lot of exotic animal parts would make it illegal to sell if it wasn’t considered an antique.
“There’s a beauty.” Strong Arms whistled at the classic car. “Actual last one in good condition. The other 4 either bit the dust or on its last wheel.”
“Didn’t peg you for a car guy.” Lysha looked at Strong Arms with a raised eye brow.
“Lover of anything with wheels.” Strong Arms smiled. “Ya think we are allowed to touch it?”
“I would rather you not.” A posh looking butler entered the garage from the elevator. “I have brought refreshments.” The butler then rolled a bus cart that had food and beverages.
“Anything alcoholic?” Strong Arms asked.
“Just the wine I’m afraid.” The butler replied evenly while holding a bottle opener to the wine.
“No wine for me, alcohol gives me a headache.” Lysha said.
“Don’t like wine.” Strong Arms scoffed.
The butler looked at Peter. Peter shook his head as well for he had a low alcohol tolerance.
“Sparkling fruit juice then?” The butler took out a different bottle.
Surprisingly everyone nodded.
***
It was around 3am and the trio was playing virtual board games on their phones in a circle before they heard Robo-eyes say on the headset “Suspicious truck approaching.”
“It’s showtime.” Strong Arms said and cracked his knuckles.
“Crap they are planning to ram.” Robo-eyes said over intercoms
“Stay close” Lysha shouted as she channelled her powers. Peter remembered that Lysha’s powers was creating invisible glass barriers based on the google searches.
*CRASH*
A truck slammed into the garage door breaking it open, but the force of impact was stopped prematurely accompanied by the sounds of glass shattering. Blood could be seen dripping from Lysha’s nose. Two men got out of the truck. The first man was lanky and had chin length stylized blond hair. And the second man had a short average built with a buzz cut.
“Wow. Four heroes for this? The whole ass hero agency for this shit?” The lanky man yelled. As the truck rammed forward driverless.
Strong Arms stood forth and halted the the truck to a stop with one hand. Then wound up the other hand and punched the truck hard sending the entire vehicle backwards flying out of the garage. Causing the lanky man and the short man to dive out of the way.
“Fuck me, Jesse shoot em man!” The lanky man said while getting up off the ground and shouted at the short man.
Jesse aimed the rifle he had slung to his back and shot at Strong Arms. As soon as Jesse took aim, Strong Arms hid behind Lysha who held her arms forward.
*BAM* *BAM* *BAM* *TINK* *TINK* *TINK*
Sounds of gunshots interwoven with ballistic glass being damage could be heard. Peter observed the bullets being stopped mid air by invisible glass as Lysha held the line. Peter was frozen in place by a mix of fear and awe.
“You read luck boy’s file?” Lysha shouted as the bullets were being fired.
“Yeah.” Strong Arms replied.
Then both of Lysha and Strong Arms shared a look before Strong Arms yanked Peter by the Kevlar and threw Peter directly at Jesse. Lysha split the glass just enough for Peter to fly pass. Peter flew straight at Jesse and both of them screamed. Jesse tried to shoot Peter who was flying at him but his gun jammed. Peter slammed into Jesse hard and both were groaning in pain.
“Fuck man.” The lanky man said and use both his hands to channel power. Two cars on the left and right side of Strong Arms and Lysha drove toward them. Lysha dove out of the way while Strong Arms stopped both cars with his hands. The car bumpers caved in as their air bags deployed.
Lysha rolled and drew her stun gun in one swift motion and shot the lanky man with it. The lanky man screamed gibberish as the electricity ran through his body and causing him to hit the ground.
Peter and Jesse were wrestling on the ground. Jesse managing to pull out his pistol and aimed it at Peter. Jesse tried to shoot, but the pistol jammed.
“What is this dogshit luck!” Jesse screamed as he tried to pistol whip Peter instead. Peter barely avoided the pistol whip and finally manage to draw out his own stun gun and shot Jesse in the chest. The electricity as it coarse through both of them as they convulsed.
Strong Arms rushed toward Jesse and Peter while Lysha rushed toward the lanky man. Lysha quickly cuffed the lanky man before he could recover from the electric shock and blindfolded him. Strong Arms also cuffed and blindfolded Jesse.
“Good job luck boy.” Strong Arms said while picking up Jesse up off the ground with one arm and held out his other to help Peter up. Peter stayed laying on the ground unable to move. “First time being tasered huh?” Strong Arms said with a smile.