Max: Alright.
Max put on the mask. It was a one-sided mask with eye holes.
Rose: Can you see?
Max: Yeah!
Max pulled his jumper hood over his hair.
Tiffany: Alright, I think that will work.
Max: Oh yeah, I can also do this.
Max tapped the odd button on his jacket. It turned from white to black.
Ken: What?
Rose: Woah.
Tiffany: Huh?
Luke: Hey, what's going on back there?
Rose: Max's jacket just turned black.
Luke: Huh?
Tiffany: Yeah, but...
Ken: Yeah, but how?
Max: My mom made this jacket out of protonite tech. Pretty cool, huh?
Ken: No kidding. (thinking: Curiouser and curiouser. Should I have scanned his sweater as well?)
Tiffany: Alright. I think that'll do for a disguise for now.
Rose: Yeah, Max, you look great.
Max: Thanks.
Tiffany: Now then, listen closely, Max.
Max: Huh...
Tiffany: At least for now, no fighting unless necessary. Prioritise leading the civillians out of harm's way and only attack if attacked. We can destroy the robots later.
Max: Yeah, yeah, I've got it. I've got it.
Ken: I think I can try to make a false report to get some of the cops to retreat and the ambulances to stop coming around.
Max: Alright.
Tiffany: One more thing. Ken?
Ken: Oh yeah, I should probably give you one.
Max: Huh?
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Ken got into his backpack and pulled out a small earpiece.
Ken: Ear phones. Patent pending.
Max: Huh? Neat.
Tiffany: We all have one.
The rest of the team started to put them on their ears except Ken.
Max: Alright.
He put his on.
Max opened the van door and took a deep breath. He was about to save lives. A part of him had trouble processing it.
Ken: Good luck, Max.
Max: Yeah.
Rose: You've got this.
Max: Hmph.
Luke: We're counting on you.
Max: Yeah.
Tiffany: Alright. Go!
Max: Hmph.
Max zipped out of the van and sped ahead of them while Ken closed the van door.
Ken: Alright, he's gone.
Tiffany: Use the cameras to keep an eye on him.
Ken: Right.
Tiffany: (thinking: Don't die out there, Max. Don't die.)
Max sped ahead. The van was about five minutes away, and Max was there in almost no time at all. He struggled to process it. He was going to save people.
Max: Guys, I'm almost there.
There was a short delay before he heard an answer.
Tiffany: Alright. Proceed.
As he approached the robots, he noticed cops behind their cars trying to shoot back at the bots, but to no avail. Their lasers were too powerful, and the bullets didn't seem to have an effect.
Max rushed in and pushed the pair out of the way as a laser almost hit them, destroying the car in the process.
He begun, in a muffled voice to make himself sound more heroic....
Max: Are you two alright?
Policeman: Yeah... Uhh.. who are you? And where in the world did you come from?
Name: Joseph Carmichael
Age: 34
Description: Dutiful
Occupation: Police officer
Fact: Every Saturday, he and the cops have a guys night where they shoot random things up. Says it's good for team morale.
Max remained silent from a moment.
Max: No time to talk. But I'm here to help.
Tiffany suddenly came online.
Tiffany: Max! Focus!
Max: Alright, alright....
He then fired two electric bolts to the approaching spider bots, causing them to explode, much to the cops surprise.
Joseph: What the...!
Max: You need to get out of here. Now.
The policeman was too stunned to reply.
Max: Head that way!
He pointed to the way from whence he came, which was free of spiderbots.
Max: And I'll keep them busy.
He zipped away from the both of them, leaving them both in confusion.
Other officer: Should we go back?
Name: Leonard Ferriday.
Age: 33
Description: Laid back
Occupation: Police officer
Fact: Is apparently skilled in Muay Thai
Joseph: Nah. Robots and then some super speeding guy. Nah, even I dont want that smoke.
Leonard: I'm glad to hear you say that. I'll call in the chief and get the guys to stop coming here.
Max rushed back to the scene. He couldn't believe it. He'd just saved people. And he was about to do the same once again. It was an exhilirating feeling.
He dashed around the scene, blasting at spider bots, one by one, giving people who would otherwise have died a way out of the madness.
Back at the van...
Tiffany: How's he doing?
Ken: He's doing great. So far, 7 saves.
Tiffany: And the police?
Ken: Already sent the message. It would also seem that some other cops had the same idea.
Tiffany: Alright.
She turned to her earpiece.
Tiffany: Max, how's it going?
Max didn't answer for a second.
Max: I've got this.
Tiffany: Alright.
Tiffany took a deep breath before pulling out a composite katana from her backpack.
Three minutes before they made it there....
Tiifany: Are you all ready?
Luke: Yeah.
Rose: Hmph.
Ken: Absolutely. And I believe that we're all raring to go.
Luke: Yeah.
Luke stepped on the gas with a determined look on his face.