Finally, they were in the city. But, it was something Brave found himself very disgusted with. The sidewalks? Absolutely a mess. The building? Either covered with some green slime, have broken windows, or both. Some even had more graffiti on them. The people here were also really…weird.

There was a building called, 'Shady Inn Motel,' with the 'O' missing from the sign, and a lot of the light bulbs surrounding the sign were off, some broken. Through a window, there had been a man watching TV, a really old fashioned TV, in a dimly lit room with walls that were cracked. As he watched, he was in his undershirt. Normally, that wouldn't be so bad, if he didn't showcase it to the world!

Seriously, why couldn't he cover that up?

There had been another guy that almost made Brave's skin crawl. Some dude with yellow sunglasses, red ironed straight hair, and a tattoo on his right arm. He wore a shirt and pants that showed a little too much of his stomach and waist. He was sitting at some steps, smoking up something, which had already been enough for Brave to make sure he and his brothers were on the other side of the street. But then as they came into the man's view, he smiled at them. It was not an innocent smile. It was one of great interest, something that gave Brave an impression he was in danger of this whack-co.

"Uh, why is he-"

Brave swiftly grabbed Bow's arm as he pushed Brace forward more, "Keep walking!" Who could ask such an idiotic question? He was sure he didn't know, nor could he ever wish to know. All they needed to do was find the apartment building, set up the cameras, and get the heck out of this city!

"Brave, are we there yet?" Bow asked, and by the tone of his voice, he was slightly worried. This place would make Brave worried too. In fact, it did.

"Just turn the next corner."

"You know, it's not really too surprising the punks have moved here," Brace said, why he was striking up a conversation here, it'll never become clear to Brave.

Although Bow did answer for him, "Really?"

"Yeah, definitely. Both them and this city are freak shows."

Freak show…it was a very good description of both.

"What do you think the parallel version of this city would have been?"

"Probably that nice, caring city next to VilleTown. I'm thinking it's name was VilleCity, right Brave?"

"Uh huh," was all the poor lad could say. The nervousness in his voice was something his brothers had failed to notice. Brace continued, "Right. They had one of the cleanest cities ever back in our universe."

"We're here," Brave announced. The apartment building was somewhat similar to the other buildings surrounding it. Only, there were no cracked windows or weird slime covering it's walls. Though the graffiti was still there, but it was still a huge step forward in the right direction.

As they approached the doors, Brave found himself a little worried to touch them. It would probably give him a disease, like cancer or something. He knew it was not possible to get cancer from touching surfaces, but he wouldn't be surprised if he did get cancer from touching these doors, here in CitiesVille.

Before he could figure out a way to open them, Brace simply walked right up to them and pushed them open. With no consideration what's so ever. That's right, the raven didn't think he could get sick. Brave rolled his eyes, it was totally possible to get sick! Especially in such a city…this place was going to give him nightmares.

...The inside wasn't much prettier, either. Cracked walls were still there. The man at the main desk fell fast asleep. At least he seemed some nicely dressed, though, in a ragged uniform of some kind. As for the carpet, there were a few stains...

He could stand here and complain about the apartment building all day long, but they didn't have time for that. They were on a mission, it needed to be done.

"On the 5th floor, room 20A," Brave whispered to his brothers, "Remember, just the hallway facing the apartment. Maybe even some near the door. From here on out, we're in stealth mode. You guys ready?"

They both nodded, Brace added a grin to his response.

"Good, let's start."

Instinctually, they turned themselves invisible, and started to sneak up the stairs. They've snuck around about a thousand times before, back in VilleTown. Around on street level, in the mansion the punks lived in, and just about anywhere. This was nothing.

The only difference was that this was their first time doing a stealth mission in another universe, but that wasn't too difficult. Brave took lead as he crouched behind a wall. Peeked from behind to see if it was clear, which it undoubtedly was. That was the usual tactic the redhead took, cautious at everything, no matter what. And his brothers would follow suit, too.

He signaled to Brace, with a simple wave of his finger, to move ahead. Since the brothers were using one of their special visions, a combination of both heat vision and x-Ray vision, Brace could see his brother's signal just fine. Making his way past him, the raven quickened his pace towards the end of the wall. Ducking behind, what looked like a wilting plant with dry soil in it's cracked pot, he checked the stairs to the next floor.

Brace was sure it was ok to move forward from here because...seriously. Who would want to live in this place, besides the powerpunks and the Oppressor? It was a downright dump. Sure, outside it was worse, but still.

But just as Brace was about to move, something caught his eye. Someone's red rays were coming up, and they were approaching the stairs. Immediately he raised up the back of his hand. Throughout their childhood, is meant, 'Stay still.' It didn't necessarily mean danger, but Brave would want to be informed.

Thankfully, it was only an innocent bystander. Or not so innocent. Even though Brace paid him no mind, Brave watched the unknowing fool in front of him. A gun was in this man's pants, which were barely hanging onto his legs, as he walked like he was limping. But of course he would walk funny, his pants were falling down for crying out loud! Brave couldn't help but stick his tongue out. Nasty...

Brace signaled Bow ahead, and from there, they slowly made their way up to the 5th floor, each taking turns leading. It ended on Bow's turn, when he finally saw room 20A. He made a fist, and that meant, 'Target Reached.' It was time to set up the cameras.

Brace went ahead and, quietly opened the box. A sudden sense of nervousness came over him as he finally witnessed the size of the cameras. They were tiny, like specks of sand that's been collected. It definitely guaranteed them secrecy, no one would be able to find them with the naked eye, and who would think to find particle sized cameras anyway? But, installing them was going to be hard. How was he suppose to do this?

Brave saw the expression and rolled his eyes at his brother. Did he think he was going to assemble the cameras? Oh no. Just because he carried them here didn't mean he was fully in charge of them. He didn't even read the manual for them.

Brave pulled the cameras out of the raven's hands, and began to figure out in his mind where to place them in this hall. It would have to be high up, so no would accidently touch them. Brave had no intentions on coming back to replace them. Ever. So it would benefit them if they did this correctly the first time.

As his brothers watched, hiding the box of cameras behind them, Brave silently floated up to an up top corner of the hall, where there was a good view of the stairs and the 5th floor. All they had to do was get them sticking on the walls, then they were home free.

"BRAT!"

Everything almost dropped dead when that very familiar voice rang through the air. Brace couldn't help himself from thinking, "Oh no, the mohawked vulture is awake!"

At the door to 20A, there stood the bloodlust Brute herself. It was enough to make Brace's loose hand form into a fist. It irked him that she was here, but a small, tiny bit of nervousness had settled into his mind as well. If she noticed them, he needed to prepare himself…

He never trained this morning, did he? He squeezed his eyes shut at the thought, dang it!

"Alright! I'm coming!" squeaked another voice they knew. Bow stayed indifferent as the girl called Brat appeared. As always, she kept the same look of adultery on her. Bow had automatically closed his eyes, he did not needed to be reminded.

"Why should you always take so long?" Brute asked, obviously annoyed.
Brat matched her attitude perfectly, in a mocking, "Why should you b**** about it?"

She pulled out a pocket mirror, dodging the glares being sent her way. Wait, she carries around a mirror now? Now, compared to then, her clothes covered less of her, her hair looked impossibly shiny for even a super villain like her, and if she started to put more makeup on than what she already was wearing, he may just start blindfolding himself.

Brute had taken in a deep breath before growling at the blonde, gritting her teeth in the process, "You know, you've got some nerve kicking me out of the shower..."

"Oh please, you did that to me!"

"Yeah, from the bathroom, or should I say from in front of the mirror? Both are not the shower."

"Well still, I wasn't done."

"You had two f***ing hours. Two," she'd put up two fingers as if Brat didn't know any better, "Two! For your stupid a$$ hair!"

Wow, two hours. For hair. Bow couldn't help the thoughts going through his head, Has it really gotten to that?

"Meanwhile, I only got five minutes. You see this?" She pointed to her head, the first time Brace realized it looked not as spiky today. How has it gotten like that?

"Your ridiculously horrific hair style that'll make any guy run away in fear of you?"

Instead of taking the insult like how it was meant to be taken, Brute rolled her eyes at her, "That's exactly how I want it. But you see, it now looks like s*** because of you!"

By now, you would have figured the three brothers would have left already, between the cursing and the growing tension of the sisters. Thing was, they were afraid to move for their dear lives. With normal humans, they wouldn't have seen them in this state. But as for super humans like them?

Let's just say it was just amazing that they were too busy to stop and listen for breathing. Any sudden movement could jeopardize the mission, which they still have not completed yet. A few minutes more here, poor Brave, who just floated helplessly in the air as he too watched the scene in front of them.

"Sorry, it's called karma."

"You- What kind of damn karma is that!" Brute said, her patience getting chewed up by her ungodly anger. Something that always scared Bow but seemed so dull to Brace. The raven brother was far past that.

"It's called, 'I don't give two s***s.'"

"Brat," the mohawked girl growled like a dangerous animal, "I'm trying not to rip your head of your shoulders. Could you at least realize your hair is going to fall out at this rate?"

"Uh, what do you mean 'fall out?" The blonde just stared herself in the mirror some more, not even facing in Brute's direction, "My hair's healthy."

Since her long piggy-tails were hanging behind Brat's back, it was easy, just so easy, for Brute to grab a few strands of gold hair pluck them off her head.

Brat hadn't immediately responded to it, so Brute decided to be evil and hold the officially dead hair in front of the mirror. Brat's eyes had widened, and her mouth dropped. She had finally put away the mirror and grabbed the hair so fast, you would have thought she was trying to catch a fast ball. She stared at it for a seconds, before finally facing Brute.

Brave was now double checking his plans. At this rate, plan B2 was going to be launched. Just to be clear, plan A was the normal plan with no punk encounters. Plan B1 was if one of them messed up and the punks had become suspicious, threatening to discover them. Plan B2 was if they started up a fight of their own, which still threatened their secrecy. Luckily, they weren't at plan C yet, which was in case their secrecy was officially blown.

But if this kept up...Oh please let there be some prevention to a full blown fight. Anything would do, it would be a miracle if they all ended up alive still by the end of all this. Brave really did not want to see the end result to that.

"Why did you do that?!" She yelled, her expression filled with shock and anger. Although, her anger couldn't match the one Brute had. Brace knew. If he could understand anything about Brute, it was when her anger got the best of her. That was only because she was an easier competitor that way.

Her eyes spoke of an unspeakable evil she would soon unleash. And her stance always looked like she was about to give a black eye to someone close by. Some people actually got major injuries that way...just, you know, any random and unfortunate citizen of TownVille would make a good punching bag. Believe it or not, though, they've done worse.

But anyway, she was officially in that state of hers where anyone near her would be dead. Brat really had no idea what her sister was going to do to her. Or maybe she did and didn't care.

Brute this time grabbed one of her piggy-tails, and yanked it. Hard.

"Hey, Ow!"

"If it's so easy to rip off your hair, how about I yank it all off! You would look better bald!"

It was just then, before Brute tried to rip off all the golden hair off, that the door had opened. The third punk had finally decided to show up. Berserk at first stood there, staring at the two, before speaking, "So...I'm guessing you want Brat bald so she has evidence for ''Professor P' that you two were fighting. Again." She made her tone sound casual, but there was steel iron behind it.

Brute paused and thought about it, and as each second passed, her expression changed back to annoyed. She pushed Brat away, with not as much force as she could have used, and muttered some very unfriendly words as she stomped away downstairs. That hadn't exactly stopped Berserk from yelling at her, though, "Yeah, just get all of us in trouble, why don't you!"

"Shut up!" Brute spat back. All fell under silence again, for a split second. Brave mind had caught on to something new, though. Professor P? Who was this 'Professor P?' What happened to the Oppressor? Oh great, more information to dig out! Brave made sure to put a mental note in his mind about this.
"How would you get in trouble?" Brat asked, "It was her who started it."

Berserk raised an eyebrow at her, "Actually, from the looks of things, you started it and she was going to end it. Viciously."

"I did nothing!" Brat yelled at her. Berserk rolled her eyes, "Sure. But just remember, we're suppose to act more like sisters. If you and her are at each other's throat, Professor is going to call me out on it, and then I'm going to be in trouble too. If that happens," She grabbed the blonde's other piggy-tail and glared her right in her eyes, a cold-hearted glare, "There's going to be more damage done than baldness, Rapunzel."

Brat stared back, her eyes wide. She pushed her, gently though, away from her sister's grasp, "Ok, whatever! Sheesh, you're always so serious." the redhead looked as though she could slap her for that, but had let her other sister walk down the stairs instead. As she pulled out some keys, she turned to their door.

"Dang it," Brace thought. They now couldn't get in there to find some useful information. Although, that wasn't exactly the plan. Brave would deny it. But now, they really can't! Why hadn't he brought some lockpicks? Those would be useful right now.
After swiftly locking the door, she looked around the hall a little. But then, she had stopped and stared at the wall the brothers were- Oh no! All signs of breathing left as the three of them waited for their doom to start. Brave's mind already contacted Brace and Bow's thought while racing through his own, "She's currently by herself, which means plan C could be launched easier. Brace,"

"Yes?"

"If she starts looking mad, distract her some how. Disable her maybe. We'll rush down the stairs while her sisters are distracted by her, probably yelling out curse words," Berserk took a few steps closer to them, causing Brace to add his thoughts, "If she gets close enough, I can knock her out before she says anything."

"No, maybe if it was Brat or Brute, but not her. She would anticipate that and keep herself at a far enough distance."

"Oh, ok...maybe a long kick then?"

"No still too far…" As Berserk got closer, Brave changed his opinion, "Ok, that may be a good tactic. Get ready."

She came closer...and closer...and closer, close enough for Brace to knee kick her in the jaw...and then she turned away and walked down those stairs, holding onto the railing as she did. Brace had already let go of his breath, but Brave's thought alerted him, "Wait."

They waited in silence as steps echoed through the building. The echoing slowly got softer, yet their voices could still be heard. A minute passed. Two minutes passed. Three minutes passed. Four minutes passed, and on the fifth minute, Brave thought about plan a way out of this building by sneaking around them. Fortunately, within another two minutes, the voices and the echoing steps all disappeared. Brave would have assumed that they had all stopped to come up with a plan to catch them...if the front door didn't slam behind them.

"Ok," Brave said, turning back to the corner of the wall, "They're gone."

"That had been too close," Bow said, releasing long harbored air as he sat against the wall.
"Too close?" Brace said, rolling his eyes, "You make it sound like our overall mission would have gone down the toilet if they had discovered us. Even if they did, we could still take them down and throw them into jail."
"But it then would become more of a challenge," Brave said as he moved onto the next corner, already had finished the first. Brace nodded, "Yeah, I guess."

"Is it just me," Bow asked, "Or is Berserk actually really scary sometimes?"

"Yeah, it's not just you," Brace agreed. Bow cocked his head, "I thought you said Brute was the scariest."

Brace thought to himself for a second. She hadn't changed at all. She still dressed the same, looked the same, and barks were still behind that voice of hers. It was one of the many distractions he had to conqueror when he first began to fight against her. Such horrible memories, he did not like being pummelled into the ground…
Although, as years had come and gone, Brace had done more than rid himself of distractions. Training and learning all kinds of hand-to-hand combat (all the ones he could get his hands on) each and everyday was what it took. Strategy went into a lot of fighting, and the more stances you learned, the more options you had when in a fight.

Learning all of this made it almost impossible for Brute to even touch him. A lot of work had been paid off when he realized she was most certainly not a happy camper when that started to happen. He knew she liked the idea of being the best, and if the best wasn't her but him, she would simply feel like she failed herself. As far as Brace was concerned, every failure for her and her sisters was another victory for him and his brothers. Simple as that.

"That was years ago," Brace said, "When I didn't quite know how to handle her. Now, she's just angry and violent, but Berserk?" he shook his head, "She's scary and violent. How do you handle her, Brave?"

"Simple," Brave said, putting another camera up near the door, "Avoid the eyes, and be smart about what you say."

It was true, his advice. Helped him survive a fight with her each and every time. Like any formidable opponent, she was a slithering snake when ever he'd faced her. She would distract him with something outrageous, like her lies, or simply just her stare. She had expressions no one should see, like Medusa herself. Only, instead of snakes, it was ribbons.

In fact, there had been one time when he fought against her, he'd been able to get around her and rip off her ribbons. The mission did not go downhill from there, oh no. The mission had dropped dead from there. Literally, he end up getting tackled onto the ground. His face didn't look the same for a week, a black eye and a few missing teeth. His chest and back had hurt like crazy as well, for a month! He really regretted every movement he'd made.

Now, those conditions would usually happen in a normal fight, where two normal humans fought each other. But in a superhuman fight, you could get aches and pains and it would heal at maximum, a week. Teeth? A day. That black eye though? An hour, for crying out loud! It took a full month, with super healing. Any normal human would have been lucky to survive that!

And all he did was rip off her ribbons in the middle of combat! That's all! Although, they were just kids when it happened, but still. She was really scary when she just snapped! But at least that's what always made her name understandable. Berserk. That was her.

"As for Brat?" Brave said, trying to rid his mind of these distracting thoughts about Berserk.

Brace laughed slightly, "Is that a joke? She's just annoying. I have no idea why you were so...nice to her, Bow."

Bow had to hold in the sigh coming up his throat. She was also vain. Truly vain. Sad thing was, he wasn't sure she knew that. Probably not. And...admittedly...he was to blame for it. Sort of.

Upon meeting the punks for the first time, he'd acted a little too...nice. Being younger and foolish, his manners had gotten the best to him as he greeted her with the utmost respect a (gentle)man should give a lady. Brat had eaten it all up too, before beating his face face each and every time. It had been a habit. A very bad habit. One where both their siblings rolled their eyes, or gagged at such nonsense.

What could you do? Bow was naturally polite and nice. It maybe be humanly impossible to be so much like a gentleman that you forget who your enemies were. But who said he was a normal human? Sounds more like a disadvantage than an advantage, but main point, there was really no hope for him.

Not until Brace finally snapped, after losing another battle, and yelled in Bow's face about how ridiculous he was acting towards Brat. He'd let her take advantage of his kindness, something that made Bow upset for a while, but he grew out of it. One of the rare times he was glad Brace had slapped some sense into him. Although, he never really slapped him, it's just a figure of speech...

So since then, Bow had decided to stay quiet on each of their encounters. Brat eventually caught on, but she didn't do much about it. They simply just had just passed that childish state. Or rather, he did, but it was hard to tell with Brat.

"Ok, we're done," Brave said, packing away the cameras, "C'mon, let's get out of here."

"Finally, our first mission done!" Brace said as he began to turn visible again.

"Let's stay invisible though."

"Why?"

"Aren't the punks gone by now?" Bow added.

"Yes, but did you see that guy smiling at us?" The scrunched up faces in disgust clearly meant they did. Brace had stuck out his tongue as a bonus, "Yeah, let's stay invisible…"

"Agreed…"

"Mission?" Jomo yelled out in greeting to them. It was late, around eight. The three boys were certainly tired. It was clear when Brave used his weary voice and announced, "It went well, we even found out some new information. So I'm just going to go back on the computer tomorrow and try to make sense of it…"

Jomo nodded before pointing to the kitchen, "Dinner."

The boys peeked inside to see the food wrapped up on three separate plates for them. Brave and Bow had smiled at the sight.
"Thank you Jomo."

"It smells delicious!"

"Yep," Brace said, nodding, "I think I'll have some tomorrow…" As he turned to go upstairs, Jomo had blocked his way, and pointed at the kitchen again, "Dinner."

This time, the tone of his voice made it obvious that it was no choice for Brace. Of course, not being Brave and having the tendency to disagree, he tried to pled his way out, "But I'm not hungr-"

"Dinner."

Well, that was a bad excuse, he used that about a hundred times before. He hung his head and marched into the kitchen. He just knew his stomach will hurt throughout the middle of the night…