"Take it easy, ladies, don't get in an argument. I don't want to get knocked out a third time."
League Of Sidekicks 2: ((Ending Soon/Closed))
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Dexter shrugged. "I don't know. I'll probably still need some rest, but then I can get back to villain-searching."
I think I could get used to this new hero life, thought Dexter, If this stuff is gonna keep happening.
Dexter shrugged. "Not really. I kind of overheard you two." He grinned. "It could work out in my favor, that's all I'm saying."
Oliver walked through the streets, a trio of Big Macs being stuffed into his face. That kind of energy shouldn't be expended in a single battle, but he'd done it. He knew that Jason's brother would be a major threat as long as he was around, but the serum should last long enough for him to gather support to bring him in. He looked down at the syringe; a quarter of it was gone, used on his weapons. He needed the rest for the final blow, so this would be the only delay he'd get.
He wasn't sure what to think about Jason. He had definitely changed in those last few moments against Gray; Oliver saw it. He was coming back for something, but a nagging feeling in the back of Oliver's head told him it wasn't to fight. He'd have to remember that when they first meet. But his mind was fixated on the comment of Jason's brother, about how foolish he was. He chuckled at this one. He made no claims to be perfect, but he'd improved in a lot of ways since the forming of the Team. In fact...
Oliver pulled out a small communicator from his pocket. He'd been saving it for years, in the off chance that anyone would ever want to come back. When the team went into the Gauntlet a small chip was implanted on top of their hearts; normally it would have been used for tracking, but Oliver tried not to intrude on them. It did have a secondary effect, though; when he pressed a green button on the communicator, it would send a signal to all members of the team. He sighed, wondering if he really wanted to drag them into this. He could always call Dan, or Gaz.
No. He thought. However we did or didn't get along, we were a team. Maybe we can do better this time.
He pressed the button, and spoke the message he wanted into the communicator; he then listened as the message was sent out to Scott, Max, Robert, Roxanne, Garrett... and maybe Jason.
This is Oliver speaking; I'm sending this pre-recorded message from a chip that was implanted under your skin a long time ago. Don't worry, I'm not tracking you. I had it installed in every one of us as a last-ditch effort to keep in touch, should anything beyond my ability to handle appear. This is the first time that's happened in four years.
As it turns out, Jason has a brother. He's powerful; too powerful, actually. He's beginning to lay waste to the city, and I couldn't beat him myself. That's why I'm asking you for help. I don't want you to uproot your lives to travel and help me, but, if you're in the city I'd appreciate it if you could help. Bring friends.
He wasn't sure what to think about Jason. He had definitely changed in those last few moments against Gray; Oliver saw it. He was coming back for something, but a nagging feeling in the back of Oliver's head told him it wasn't to fight. He'd have to remember that when they first meet. But his mind was fixated on the comment of Jason's brother, about how foolish he was. He chuckled at this one. He made no claims to be perfect, but he'd improved in a lot of ways since the forming of the Team. In fact...
Oliver pulled out a small communicator from his pocket. He'd been saving it for years, in the off chance that anyone would ever want to come back. When the team went into the Gauntlet a small chip was implanted on top of their hearts; normally it would have been used for tracking, but Oliver tried not to intrude on them. It did have a secondary effect, though; when he pressed a green button on the communicator, it would send a signal to all members of the team. He sighed, wondering if he really wanted to drag them into this. He could always call Dan, or Gaz.
No. He thought. However we did or didn't get along, we were a team. Maybe we can do better this time.
He pressed the button, and spoke the message he wanted into the communicator; he then listened as the message was sent out to Scott, Max, Robert, Roxanne, Garrett... and maybe Jason.
This is Oliver speaking; I'm sending this pre-recorded message from a chip that was implanted under your skin a long time ago. Don't worry, I'm not tracking you. I had it installed in every one of us as a last-ditch effort to keep in touch, should anything beyond my ability to handle appear. This is the first time that's happened in four years.
As it turns out, Jason has a brother. He's powerful; too powerful, actually. He's beginning to lay waste to the city, and I couldn't beat him myself. That's why I'm asking you for help. I don't want you to uproot your lives to travel and help me, but, if you're in the city I'd appreciate it if you could help. Bring friends.