"What's our next target?"
"I found something big. Very big," another voice, a deeper voice, answered.
Furious typing echoed. "A teleportation device," the voice said. "It's in M.O.O.N. labs warehouse."
A red dot blinked on the screen, indicating its location.
"What's a teleportation device good for?" a girl asked, bitterness in her monotonous voice. "I can do that myself."
"Yeah, we've been stealing enough cheap stuff," the voice, who originally asked the target, supported.
"This isn't cheap stuff," the other boy answered, a wicked grin spread on his face. With a few more seconds of typing, a picture popped in the screen.
"This teleportation device creates a portal that connects parallel earths," he explained.
"Parallel… earths?" Another girl asked, confusion in her voice.
"Yes, parallel earths," he repeated. "It's a set of worlds where our existence is the same, but our histories and personalities would be alternate."
"That's why it's called parallel," the girl nodded, finally understanding that this kind of teleportation was not something she could do by herself.
"So let me get this straight," the other boy said. "There are two of the Teen Tyrants, but with different histories and personalities?"
"Not just two, actually, there are hundreds of parallel earths."
"More worlds for us to conquer," he replied, an evil grin crept on his face.
"The more reason to steal it." The other girl smirked.
"And we're going to have it."
Falcon, their leader, emerged from the shadows. His eyes were narrowed and his lips were pursed into a thin line. "No matter what it takes."
