Super leads the Crew through the crowded streets, his posture confident but his eyes constantly scanning the surroundings. Shotzi, Johnny, and Bull follow closely, each on edge, their focus sharpened by the task at hand.

Super: Alright, Crew, keep your eyes peeled. Jordi Dynamite has to be around here somewhere.

Shotzi: I still don’t get why we’re wasting our time on this guy. He’s just a loudmouth with a grudge.

Bull: Yeah, but he’s got enough pull to make our lives miserable. You’ve seen the way people treat us because of his garbage.

Johnny: Doesn’t mean he’s not a coward. Bet he’s hiding under some rock, letting others do the dirty work.

Super smirks, glancing over his shoulder.

Super: Which is why we’re here to flush him out. Someone’s bound to know where he’s—

Super stops abruptly as a figure steps out from a nearby alley. The man is short, pudgy, and dressed in a mismatched outfit that screams "I live in my mom’s basement." He’s holding a clipboard, looking far too smug for someone clearly out of his league.

Isaiah: Looking for Jordi, huh? Well, tough luck. You won’t find him.

Super crosses his arms, his gaze narrowing.

Super: And you are?

Isaiah: Isaiah. Jordi’s most loyal supporter and the only one brave enough to stand up to you bullies!

Shotzi snorts, rolling her eyes.

Shotzi: Brave? You look like you just got out of a Star Wars fan convention.

Isaiah glares at her, puffing out his chest in defiance.

Isaiah: Laugh all you want, but Jordi hasn’t done anything wrong. He’s just telling the truth about you losers.

Johnny steps forward, cracking his knuckles.

Johnny: Truth? All he does is spread lies and trash talk. He’s ruining people’s lives, ours included.

Isaiah waves his hand dismissively.

Isaiah: Oh, please. Words can’t hurt you. He hasn’t laid a finger on any of you, so legally, he’s done nothing wrong.

Super raises an eyebrow, unimpressed.

Super: So, you’re okay with him tearing people down as long as he doesn’t physically hurt them? That’s your big argument?

Isaiah shrugs, clearly unfazed.

Isaiah: Free speech, baby. It’s not Jordi’s fault if people can’t handle the truth.

Bull steps up, towering over Isaiah, his voice low and menacing.

Bull: Let me tell you something, little man. Free speech doesn’t give you the right to ruin lives.

Isaiah stammers, his confidence faltering for a moment before he regains his composure.

Isaiah: You can’t intimidate me! I’m here to protect Jordi’s legacy, and there’s nothing you can do about it!

Shotzi crosses her arms, smirking.

Shotzi: Oh, we’re not gonna do anything. But you might want to tell your buddy that his time’s running out.

Isaiah: Jordi doesn’t need protection from you! He’s smarter, stronger, and better than all of you combined!

Super steps closer, his expression calm but his tone icy.

Super: Then where is he? If he’s so much better than us, why isn’t he here, facing us himself?

Isaiah hesitates, glancing away nervously.

Isaiah: He… he’s busy. Important business stuff. Not like you’d understand.

Johnny laughs, shaking his head.

Johnny: Classic. He’s probably hiding behind a keyboard somewhere.

Bull: Or stuffing his face with donuts.

Shotzi: Or both.

Isaiah’s face turns red with anger, but he doesn’t have a comeback.

Super: Here’s the deal, Isaiah. You tell us where Jordi is, and maybe we’ll let you go without making a scene.

Isaiah: No way! I’d never betray him!

Shotzi grins wickedly.

Shotzi: Your call, manchild. But you’re about to learn why crossing us isn’t a good idea.

Isaiah gulps, his bravado cracking under the Crew’s relentless pressure.

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Isaiah: You think you can scare me? I’m not afraid of any of you! Jordi’s way smarter than—

Bull: Than what? Some guy who doesn't even show up?

Bull takes a step closer, and Isaiah stumbles back, tripping over his own feet. He scrambles to his knees, clutching his clipboard like a shield.

Isaiah: Y-you can’t touch me! I’m protected by the law!

Shotzi leans down, smirking.

Shotzi: Relax, big guy. Nobody’s gonna touch you.

Super: Unless you keep wasting our time.

Isaiah looks between them, sweat forming on his brow. He’s cornered, and he knows it.

Isaiah: Okay, okay! But I’m not telling you anything.

Super sighs, pinching the bridge of his nose.

Super: You just said—

Isaiah: I’ll tell you where he was LAST. That’s it!

Super looks to the Crew, then back to Isaiah.

Super: Fine. Talk.

Isaiah fidgets with his clipboard, avoiding eye contact.

Isaiah: He’s got a… uh, safehouse downtown. It’s in one of those old newspaper printing buildings. Top floor. But you didn’t hear that from me!

Bull: Of course not.

Johnny: And if you’re lying—

Isaiah: I’m not! I swear!

Super waves Johnny off.

Super: Let’s move.

Shotzi: What about him?

Isaiah looks up, his eyes wide with fear.

Super: Leave him. He’s not worth it.

Isaiah: Wait, you’re just… leaving?

Super leans down, his face inches from Isaiah’s.

Super: For now.

The Crew turns and walks away, leaving Isaiah sitting on the pavement.

Isaiah: (muttering to himself) Jordi better appreciate this.

...

As the Crew makes their way through the streets, Shotzi nudges Super.

Shotzi: You think he’s telling the truth?

Super: No idea. But it’s our only lead.

Johnny: If it’s a trap, we’ll deal with it.

Bull: Yeah, we’ve handled worse.

Shotzi: Still, I don’t trust that guy.

Super: Neither do I. But right now, Jordi Dynamite’s our priority.

The Crew falls silent as they approach the location Isaiah mentioned. The towering building looms ahead, its windows dark and foreboding.

Shotzi: This place gives me the creeps.

Johnny: Same.

Super: Stay sharp. If Jordi’s here, he’s not alone.

The Crew enters the building, the air thick with dust and the faint scent of ink. The sound of their footsteps echoes in the empty halls.

Bull: So, what’s the plan?

Super: Find Jordi, shut him down, and make sure he can’t run his mouth anymore.

Shotzi: Sounds simple enough.

Johnny: When is it ever that simple?

The Crew exchanges glances before heading up the creaky staircase, each step bringing them closer to the confrontation they’ve been waiting for. AThey pushed open the creaking door to the top floor. The room was a chaotic mess of old printing equipment, stacks of papers, and the faint hum of outdated machinery. A lone figure stood in the center, rifling through a stack of documents with an air of frustration.

Super: Who the hell are you?

The man turned sharply, his piercing green eyes locking onto them. He was tall, lean, with an athletic build and messy brown hair. He wore a ted, sleeveless vest with a decorative belt with a sash tied around the waist, a baseball bat slung over his shoulder.

Kieran: I could ask you the same thing.

Shotzi: We’re here for Jordi Dynamite.

Kieran smirked.

Kieran: Join the club.

Bull: You’re looking for him too?

Kieran: Not looking. Hunting.

Johnny: Why?

Kieran glanced at the bat in his hand, then back at them.

Kieran: Because that loudmouth's been spreading lies about me and a lot of good people for too long. He’s a bully with a bigger platform than he deserves, and I don’t take kindly to bullies.

Super: So, what’s your plan?

Kieran: Simple. Find him. Smash everything he owns. Make sure he never spreads another lie again.

Shotzi: Sounds like we’re on the same page.

Kieran: Don’t get it twisted. I’m not here to team up. I don’t need help.

Bull: That’s cute. But you might want to rethink that. Jordi’s slippery.

Kieran: Slippery doesn’t scare me.

Super crossed his arms, sizing Kieran up.

Super: Alright, tough guy. If you’re so confident, where is he?

Kieran’s expression darkened.

Kieran: He’s not here. This place is empty, just a cover for his operations.

Shotzi: Great. So we’re back to square one.

Kieran: Not exactly.

He tossed a piece of paper onto the nearest table. The Crew leaned in to look. It was a blueprint of some sort, marked with various locations and notes.

Kieran: This is his next target. He’s planning another smear campaign, and this time he’s dragging someone I care about into it.

Johnny: What’s stopping you from taking him out alone?

Kieran: Nothing. Except I’ve got more than one fight on my hands, and I can’t be everywhere at once.

Super: So you do need help.

Kieran hesitated, his jaw tightening.

Kieran: I didn’t say that.

Bull: You didn’t have to.

Shotzi: Look, we hate Jordi as much as you do. Let’s just pool our resources and end this faster.

Kieran studied them for a moment before nodding reluctantly.

Kieran: Fine. But if any of you get in my way, I’ll deal with you too.

Super smirked.

Super: We’ll keep that in mind.

The group gathered around the blueprint, Kieran pointing out key details.

Kieran: Jordi’s hosting some kind of private event tomorrow night. He’ll be there for sure.

Johnny: What kind of event?

Kieran: Doesn’t matter. We crash it, we find him, we end this.

Super: Works for me.

Shotzi: Same.

Bull: Let’s make it happen.

Kieran slung his bat back over his shoulder and started toward the door.

Kieran: Don’t slow me down.

Super: Wouldn’t dream of it.

The Crew followed him, their determination growing with every step. They didn’t know much about Kieran, but one thing was clear: Jordi Dynamite’s days were numbered.

...

Jay stepped cautiously over the shattered trees from his earlier encounter, the Dragon Ball Locator still in hand. Bam-Bam trailed behind him, happily skipping and humming to himself, a sticky smear of chocolate on his cheek from a half-eaten candy bar he’d pulled from his seemingly infinite supply.

Jay: You ever stop eating sugar, kid?

Bam-Bam: Nope! It’s my fuel!

Jay rolled his eyes, scanning the forest for any signs of movement. Soon, he spotted two people, but they looked... inhuman.

Jay: Stay sharp. We’ve got company.

Before Bam-Bam could answer, two shadowy figures stepped out from behind the trees. Rahzar towered over them, his hulking wolf-like form radiating menace, while Fishface, the wiry mutant fish, smirked with his sharp-toothed grin.

Rahzar: Long time no see, boy.

Jay sighed, his fists clenching.

Jay: Great. Just what I needed. What do you two want?

Fishface: Let’s not play games. Hand over that device, and we won’t have to get violent.

Bam-Bam stepped in front of Jay, puffing out his chest.

Bam-Bam: No one’s getting violent! Unless it’s me smashing you into pudding!

Rahzar: This little brat’s your backup? That’s adorable.

Fishface: Wait. I’ve got this.

Fishface reached into his bag and pulled out a large bag of colorful candy, holding it out like a peace offering.

Fishface: Hey, kid. Why don’t you take this and sit this one out?

Bam-Bam’s eyes widened, his mouth hanging open in awe.

Bam-Bam: Is that… gummy bears?

Fishface: Sure is. All yours.

Before Jay could stop him, Bam-Bam snatched the bag and plopped down on a rock, tearing into it like it was the greatest treasure in the world.

Jay: Seriously?

Bam-Bam: Sorry, Jay! Candy’s important business!

Jay groaned, turning back to Rahzar and Fishface, who were both grinning wickedly.

Rahzar: Looks like it’s just you now, little boy.

Jay: Yeah, well, I’ve taken worse. Let’s dance.

Rahzar lunged first, his claws slashing through the air with terrifying speed. Jay ducked under the swipe, delivering a sharp kick to Rahzar’s knee, which barely made him flinch. Fishface darted in from the side, his blade-like fins aiming for Jay’s ribs. Jay twisted away, grabbing a fallen branch and swinging it like a bat to block the attack.

Jay: You guys never learn, do you?

Rahzar: You’ll regret underestimating me.

The wolfman roared, grabbing Jay by the arm and flinging him into a tree with bone-rattling force. Jay hit the ground hard but rolled to his feet, adrenaline dulling the pain.

Jay: Yeah, that’s gonna hurt tomorrow.

Fishface: You won’t have a tomorrow!

Fishface charged again, his agility forcing Jay to stay on the defensive. Rahzar joined the fray, his brute strength complementing Fishface’s speed. Jay found himself dodging and weaving, unable to land a solid hit on either of them.

Jay: Bam-Bam! Anytime now!

Bam-Bam: Almost done with the gummy bears!

Jay: Unbelievable.

Rahzar grabbed Jay by the throat, lifting him off the ground.

Rahzar: Any last words, boy?

Jay smirked, his legs swinging up to kick Rahzar in the face, forcing him to drop him.

Jay: Yeah. Learn some new insults.

He hit the ground running, grabbing a handful of dirt and flinging it into Rahzar’s eyes. The wolfman howled, staggering back as Jay delivered a spinning kick to his gut, sending him crashing into Fishface.

Jay: Two for one. Still got it. Then again, it's only been a year, if anything, I've gotten stronger.

Fishface snarled, shoving Rahzar off him and coming at Jay again. This time, Jay was ready, catching Fishface’s arm and twisting it behind his back.

Jay: Should’ve stayed knocked out last time.

He drove Fishface’s head into a tree trunk, leaving the mutant dazed.

Bam-Bam: Finished the candy! What’d I miss?

Jay: Just your chance to actually help.

Rahzar shook off the dirt and let out a feral roar, charging at Jay like a freight train. Jay barely had time to brace himself as Rahzar tackled him to the ground.

Rahzar: You’ll pay for that, boy!

Before Rahzar could strike, Bam-Bam appeared, grabbing him by the tail and effortlessly yanking him off Jay.

Bam-Bam: No one messes with my buddy Jay!

Rahzar: What the—

Bam-Bam spun him around like a ragdoll before tossing him into the air. Rahzar disappeared over the treetops with a faint ding! sound.

Jay stared in disbelief.

Jay: Took you long enough.

Bam-Bam: Sorry! The gummy bears were really good.

Jay sighed, turning to see Fishface, who was groggily trying to crawl away.

Jay: Oh no, you don’t.

Bam-Bam: Want me to throw the fish guy too?

Jay: Nah. He’s all mine.

Jay grabbed Fishface by the collar, glaring at him.

Jay: Who sent you?

Fishface grinned weakly, blood trickling from his lip.

Fishface: You’ll find out soon enough… if you survive.

Jay knocked him out cold with a single punch, dropping him unceremoniously to the ground.

Jay: *sighing* Of course...

Bam-Bam: So, now what?

Jay: Now we figure out what this thing does before more idiots show up.

Jay looked at the Dragon Ball Locator in his hand, turning it over carefully. The screen flickered slightly, but it still seemed functional, albeit with a few scratches from the scuffle.

Jay: Looks like it’s still working—

Bam-Bam suddenly snatched the device from his hand, his eyes wide with childlike panic.

Bam-Bam: It’s broken! We’re doomed!

Jay: Bam-Bam, it’s not broken—

Bam-Bam: Broken things are useless!

Before Jay could stop him, Bam-Bam wound up like a cartoon pitcher and hurled the Locator into the distance. It soared over the treetops and disappeared with an audible ding!

Jay stood frozen for a moment, blinking in disbelief.

Jay: Did… did you just throw the one thing we need?

Bam-Bam: Of course! It was busted.

Jay pinched the bridge of his nose, taking a deep breath to calm himself.

Jay: It wasn’t busted.

Bam-Bam: It looked busted.

Jay: It wasn’t.

Bam-Bam shrugged, popping another piece of candy into his mouth.

Bam-Bam: Well, I guess we’ll have to find it now.

Jay: God knows where that thing is now. I'm just gonna go back and find the Crew.

Bam-Bam: Oh, who is Crew?

Jay: It's multiple people... Actually, why don't you just come with me and you can meet 'em?

Bam-Bam perked up, his eyes gleaming with excitement.

Bam-Bam: Meet new people? Yes! I love making friends!

Jay: *mutters* You’re gonna drive them insane.

Bam-Bam: What was that?

Jay: Nothing. Let’s head back.

Jay started walking, Bam-Bam bouncing along beside him, his towel-cape fluttering in the wind. The journey back to the Crew’s hideout wasn’t far, but with Bam-Bam’s constant chatter, it felt like an eternity.

Bam-Bam: So, what kind of people are they? Strong? Smart? Funny? Do they like candy?

Jay: Let’s see… They’re a mix of strong and sarcastic. Smart? Debatable. And no, they don’t like candy as much as you do.

Bam-Bam: *gasping dramatically* No candy lovers? That’s terrible! I’ll fix that. I’ll share mine with them!

Jay: I’m sure they’ll appreciate the gesture. Just… try not to scare them off, okay?

Bam-Bam puffed out his chest, grinning.

Bam-Bam: Bam-Bam doesn’t scare people. Bam-Bam delights people!

Jay: *dryly* Yeah, “delight” is exactly the word they’ll use.

As they approached the hideout, Jay spotted the Crew gathered near the entrance, deep in conversation with a newcomer. From the look of it, they had found someone who might actually be useful for once.

Jay: *calling out* Hey, guys! I’m back.

Super turned first, his expression shifting from relief to confusion as he noticed Bam-Bam.

Super: Who the hell is that?

Bam-Bam: *waving enthusiastically* Hi! I’m Bam-Bam!

Jay: He’s… with me. Long story. Bam-Bam, meet the Team of Jay!

Super: It's the Crew.

Jay: Well, it's the one-year anniversary isn't it? We need some callbacks, and that's what it was called when we started off.

Bam-Bam: *grinning* You’re the Crew? Cool name! What do you guys do? Fight bad guys? Eat snacks?

Shotzi: *crossing her arms* Mostly deal with Jay’s messes. Who’s this kid?

Jay: Don’t let the size fool you. He’s got the strength of a tank and the attention span of a goldfish.

Bam-Bam: *beaming* I’m great at both those things!

Super: *groaning* Great. Another wildcard.

Jay: Look, he’s harmless—mostly. Just don’t give him sugar if you value your sanity.

Bam-Bam: *pulling out his bag of candy* Too late!

Bull leaned closer to Shotzi.

Bull: *whispering* Think this kid’s gonna last more than a day?

Shotzi: *grinning* Depends on how long it takes for Super to lose his mind.

Super: *glaring* I heard that.

Bull: Was I wrong though?

Bam-Bam: *oblivious to the tension* So, what’s next? Do we smash bad guys now? Oh! Do you guys like cartoons?

Jay: *pinching the bridge of his nose* Welcome to my life.

Super: *sighing* This is gonna be a long day.

...

The Crew was gathered in the main room of the hideout, surrounding a table covered with blueprints, maps, and scribbled notes. At the head of the table stood Kieran, confidently gesturing to various points on a hastily drawn map of Jordi Dynamite’s rumored hideout. He spoke with a calm, methodical tone, completely in his element.

Kieran: The main entrance is heavily fortified. Cameras, guards, the works. But here—points to a side entrance—this is where we’ll have our best shot. Minimal security. Two guards at most.

Jay walked in, Bam-Bam trailing behind, still munching on candy. Jay’s eyes narrowed as he took in the scene.

Jay: And who exactly are you?

Kieran didn’t even look up, continuing to mark key points on the map.

Kieran: Someone who knows how to get things done.

Jay: *raising an eyebrow* Uh-huh. That doesn’t answer the question.

Kieran: *finally glancing up* I'm Kieran. That’s all you need to know.

Jay: *crossing his arms* Okay, Kieran, why are you in MY hideout, and why are you acting like you run the place?

Kieran: *coolly* Because I actually have a plan. Something tells me you don’t.

Jay: *taking a step closer* You’ve been here for five minutes and think you’re in charge?

Super: *cutting in* Jay, relax. He’s got a solid idea.

Jay: *glaring at Super* Since when do we let random guys walk in and call the shots?

Kieran: *leaning against the table* Since I’m the one who actually wants Jordi Dynamite gone. Unlike you, apparently.

Jay: *frowning* What’s that supposed to mean?

Kieran: *calmly* I’ve been tracking this guy for months. Every article he’s published, every lie he’s spread—it’s not just annoying, it’s dangerous. And from what I’ve seen, you’re just standing around, letting him get away with it.

Jay: *taking a step forward* Look, bro. You don’t know the first thing about us or what we’ve done.

Kieran: *shrugging* Don’t need to. All I see is a bunch of people bickering while Jordi Dynamite runs his mouth.

Bam-Bam: *piping up* Hey! We don’t just bicker. We also fight bad guys!

Kieran: *smirking* Cute kid.

Jay: *clenching his fists* You’ve got some nerve walking in here and—

Super: *stepping between them* Alright, enough! We’ve got bigger problems than your egos.

Kieran: *nonchalantly* I don’t have an ego. I have a goal.

Jay: *sarcastically* Wow, that’s deep.

Kieran: *ignoring him* If you’re done posturing, we’ve got work to do.

Jay: *gritting his teeth* This guy’s really starting to piss me off.

Bam-Bam: *cheerfully* I like him!

Shotzi: *leaning against the wall* This is gonna be fun.

Super: *rubbing his temples* Can we just focus on Jordi for five seconds?

Kieran: *turning back to the map* Good idea. Now, if you’d all stop wasting time…

Jay: *muttering* This guy better be worth it.

The room descended into tense silence as Kieran resumed outlining his plan, his calm demeanor a sharp contrast to Jay’s simmering irritation. Bam-Bam, oblivious to the tension, happily started drawing on the corner of the map with a crayon he’d somehow produced from his pocket.