San Fransokyo
7:30 PM
It was slightly past dusk for San Fransokyo.
And crime was already beginning to appear once more.
According to the late night news, several crime scenes were appearing throughout the harbors of the city. More were visible on the main streets. While the police were on the case, they needed severe backup.
And that backup was already on the case.
In his dormitory at San Fransokyo Institution, Wasabi was examining the news on his pad. After the incident involving Hiro's microbots, Wasabi had dedicated himself as a crime-fighter at night. That was why he'd often finish his assignments quickly and neatly- his professors would never know what was going on with the lives of the students.
He gazed at the footage of the crimes, then glanced upwards, a look of determination on his face.
Shutting down his pad, he focused his attention on a touchpad interface built into his wall, courtesy of Hiro. He inputted his codes into the touchpad, and a metal door slid open, revealing (in most cases) his special supersuit.
Except that now, the suit was missing.
Wasabi was confused. His eyes widened, and his jaw hung open. Who could ever do something like that?!
Then he noticed a smell emanating from the case. Something that smelled fragrant... like perfume.
There was only one person he knew who would smell exactly like that. And he needed to have a word with her.
Honey's Dorm
At another dorm close by, Honey was busy reflecting over her chemical formulas, listening to "Boca, Dulce Boca" when she heard someone knock obnoxiously.
Whatever it was, that person really wanted to have something to do with her. She began to rise from her bed, but before she could make it to the door-
"HONEY!" yelled a voice that was clearly Wasabi's. "Where's my super suit?!"
Of course, she didn't hear him right. "What?"
"Where. Is. My. SUPER SUIT?!" he roared at the top of his lungs.
She flinched at the sound of his voice, then tried to get her act together. "I, uh..." she replied, "put it away..."
"WHERE?!"
Recalling GoGo's advice to "woman up," Honey decided to toughen up her voice. "Why would you need to know?"
"I NEED IT!"
She shook her head and opened the door, revealing a very annoyed Wasabi. His eyes were narrowed and his dreadlocks were completely flying around his head. At his state, he looked like something from those animes she watched while studying Japanese- something even Hiro would be jealous about.
"Look," Honey reasoned, "just because we worked together doesn't mean that you still do derring-do. I've been planning this multistudent project for months, which I recall inviting you over for, and I know what you've been up to!"
"The public is in danger!"
"My project is in danger! And the police can handle it!"
"You tell me where my suit is, Lemon. We're talking of the greater good here!"
No one, as far as Honey knew, ever addressed her as simply "Lemon." She felt the urge to hurl her glasses at him, or even worse, a chemical ball.
"We're the greatest good you ever have, Wasabi. Keep that in mind!"
Wasabi huffed in annoyance and left.
Underneath her bed, Hiro popped his head out. "Is the coast clear, Honey?"
Honey grinned in relief. "You bet it is."
"Well, I guess there was barely any need for Wasabi, since we have his super suit..."
