"Fool!" The man stopped himself from choking the giggly sidekick and instead paced up and down the floor in the small janitors closet.
"The car is still hidden. G-3 is doing a marvelous job at hiding it. Maybe we could escape now?" The sidekick gained a hopeful tone in his voice, poking timidly at the younger, but bulkier man.
"No, I will escape. You will turn yourself in. There are no rewards for acts of idiocy." The man growled dangerously. He was beyond angry at the sidekick and even more at the girl.
The plan was clear and straightforward. Stay hidden and get B-13. The Pacifier was to be used as a back up if anything were to happen that wasn't in the plan. Ignoring the plan and using the Pacifier anyways was not the orders he gave her. The girl was dumb, blinded by emotions. She only wanted revenge! The man decided that prison was a suitable punishment for her and the sidekick. The other 'heroes' would come with him. They needed more lesson in obedience.
"Go turn yourself in and if you utter one word about this, you'll meet a fate worst than prison." He ordered harshly. The small man whimpered and ran off, closing the door to the closet softly as not to be heard. The younger man listened as the soft, twitchy footsteps faded away. He growled under his breath and began to pace again. He would retrieve B-13 himself, he decided. He would have to do it fast. He doubted G-3 could keep the car invisible longer than he told her too.
The man peaked out of the door, paused to see if anyone was coming, then headed out in search for B-13. It would be hard. The man was unsure if B-13 was still with Stronghold's boy and his group of merry want-to-be heroes. If so, he would have to think of another way to retrieve him.
The brawny man's footsteps were silent in the hallway. He had no way of finding B-13, but he hoped for the best. As he walked, he came closer to the back of the school where a opening was built with a small veranda. There was a bench placed directly in the middle of the veranda, and on that bench sat a boy with shoulder length black hair and streaks of red. The man smirked at his luck and quietly made his way up to the boy. When he was only a few feet away, the boy's shoulders tensed.
"I told you I didn't want to talk, Stronghold." The boy sneered, but the man could hear the playful tone in his voice. The man tutted and watched as the younger boy froze. The man breathed in the smell of fear flowing from the boy's body.
"You don't have to hurt anymore, young one. I'll take care of you." The man cooed. The boy turned, ready for a fight, but the man was older, faster, and stronger. Most importantly, he was prepared. Before the boy could ignite the fire in his veins, the man placed his hand on the boy's head, caressing it, mocking the touch of a father. The older of the two watched with a smile as the boy's eyes fluttered close and finally, the plan was complete. The man's smile grew as he took in the memories of the unconscious body.
"Oh, we'll have so much fun together, B-13. I can already tell we'll be the best of friends." And the man picked the boy up and carried him back the car where G-3 sat patiently, awaiting further orders from the villain that would one day be known to the world as the worst enemy they've ever encountered.