TEAM A

Steve Buscemi's house was oddly normal for one of the biggest actors on Earth. It was a simple beachfront cottage; a slim but long ranch-style home with deep mocha bricks on the foundation and grey shutters around the tinted windows.

With a cobblestone driveway that was empty and a white picket fence around the green grass of the yard, the house had a quaint, unassuming appeal to it that reminded Anton of an old sitcom that he used to watch.

What he didn't remember from that sitcom was the chimney that jutted out from the black roofing tile that drooped down in a slight slope. He also did not remember the episode where a person dropped down from the chimney like Abel was planning on doing.

Surrounding the chimney column, Abel held up his arms as Anton and Leo tied a bungee rope around him. His uniform jacket lay on the ground below, and he looked up at his music player to select a song. After a quick trip to a supermarket, they picked up a few tools needed to break into the house. Moxie held the large duffel bag and rested by the chimney. The ladder they used to hike up to the roof sat towards the back of the house. In case they had to leave the roof quickly, the could still drop down the ladder and hide from any cars coming up the driveway.

"This is so stupid," Anton complained to himself as he tied a knot.

"Chill, bud" Abel chimed away. He slapped on his headphones onto his ears. "After this, you're gonna be thanking me for that grade you get at the end of the semester."

"I don't care about grades," Anton said.

"Then, what do you care about?"

Anton said nothing as he continued to circle the rope around Abel's midsection.

"What about you, Marty McFly," Abel said to Leo. "Why are you becoming a Hero?"

Leo swallowed a deep lump in his throat. "I...I'm not sure yet. I think I have a quirk that could do good."

Abel hummed to himself. "Sure, but if you had a different quirk, then would that matter."

"I...guess it might."

"Well, it shouldn't," Abel said with a small grin. "Like, my quirk is awesome. But if I had some other quirk, I'd make it work. If my quirk was frying burgers, I'd be the world's first burger-frying Pro-Hero! But maybe that's just me. Either way, I'd still have my tunes. You seem like a classical music guy."

Leo considered Abel's words and stopped roping up Abel. Make it work? With any quirk? This was the complete opposite of what he had been told his whole life.

"My father wanted me to be a Pro-Hero," Leo said. "His name is Chronos. Pro-Hero in Manchester."

Anton dropped his rope and snapped his attention to Leo. "Your father is the number three hero in the U.K.?"

"Was," Leo added in his soft voice. "But what made him retire, you see, he had a sidekick. Some guy a little older than me. It was their first week out, and he thought it was going to be a simple day. But down by one of those nightclubs, there was an alleyway. A lot of drug users and such. Well, they go patrolling around there, and they run into one of the gangs. Now, my father wasn't worried about himself at all. He could take them any day. But this sidekick of his, he gets scared. Begins to run away. Turns his back to someone with a gun. Next thing you know, he comes home...and all of a sudden..."

"He didn't want you to come here anymore."

Leo nodded.

Abel licked his lips. "That's weird, isn't it? You know what? There's this band. I'm sure you've heard of them. The Smashing Pumkins. Kind of at the very end of my timeline on music, but they have an album. Mellon Collie and the Infinite Sadness. You should listen. It might help you feel less confused."

Leo stared into Abel's eyes. The boy roped up seemed to hold no malice. In fact, his toothy grin would say that he was harmless. Maybe he was even trying to help him.

Meanwhile, Moxie came over from her lookout spot at the front of the roof facing the road and looked down at the chimney hole. The black soot obscured the two wooden logs at the bottom of the drop. "It looks like it narrows a bit at the bottom. Think you can handle it?"

"Nothing a little momentum and a little butter couldn't solve," Abel said. "I got my secret sneaking music ready when you get me down there, anyway. Now butter me up."

Sensing that he was serious, Moxie took out the tub of margarine from the bag. Taking a lilac steel ice-cream scooper, she flung bobs of butter onto Abel's body. He lowered his arms and spread it over the black undershirt and pants. Soon, all of his clothed areas were coated in a thin layer of margarine that gleamed under the early noon sun.

"So, once I get down there and disarm the defense systems, I'll let you guys in." Abel said.

"Got it," Moxie said with a serious salute.

Leo gave off a weak nod.

The boy climbed up to the top of the chimney with his legs dangling in the hole. "Ready?" He looked at Leo and Anton.

The two male students gripped onto the rope. Anton squeezed the springy bungee cord. The hard ridges of the rope dug into his small palms. Leo stood next to him on the other side of the rope. They braced for the weight of Abel to jolt them forward.

"Three."

Anton squeezed harder.

"Two."

Leo grunted and leaned back.

"One."

They both dug their heels into the roof tiling.

"Now!"

Abel thrusted himself forward and plunged into the hole.

Or as far as he could.

His sides dug into the frame of the chimney, and he yelped out with the brick burying itself into his clothing. He rocked to a halt, his body only partway into the chimney. He was entered as far as his shoulders, but his head remained above the opening.

Leo and Anton let go of the rope. They all saw that the boy was wedged into the chimney. Based on Abel's incessant wiggling, he wasn't getting out himself.

"Someone help! Pull me out!" Abel said.

Moxie was just about to turn around and help when she heard a soft rumbling approaching the house on the lonely beachside road. She whipped her head around, and she erupted with a massive gasp.

"Car coming!" Moxie said.

Leo and Anton immediately jumped into Plan B and headed for the ladder hidden behind the house. They dropped down the ladder as the car turned into the driveway. Moxie scrambled on her hands and knees over to the chimney opening.

"Abel, your head is low enough in the hole. I don't think they'll see you." Moxie whispered as she crawled to behind the column.

"So I'm supposed to just stay stuck here," Abel shouted.

"Sorry, Abel," she said. She lifted her leg over the clogged gutters and placed it on the first bar of the ladder. "We're going with Plan B. We'll get you later."

"But what's Plan B?" Abel asked. "We didn't discuss a Plan B."

Without another word, Moxie climbed down the ladder. Once she hit the ground, her and Anton took down the ladder and laid it flat on the ground. Leo had already climbed into the bushes of the backyard by the foundation of the home. The prickly bush stabbed into his face and arms with cobwebs draped over his head.

Moxie and Anton joined him, smushing each other's shoulders onto the other as they huddled in a heap behind the foliage. Eventually, the found the most comfortable spot in the spiky leaves of the bush and settled in.

"Okay, you guys ready for Plan B?" Moxie asked.

"Yeah," Leo breathed out.

"What the hell is Plan B?" Anton asked.

"We wait until he comes to the backyard. Then, we sneak in after he opens the door."

"That's our plan?"

"Well, I left the other supplies in the duffel bag on the roof," Moxie said. "So we have to wait here until the door is open. Then, we run in and find the bomb."

"The bomb isn't here!"

"Well, we made our bed. Now, we have to sleep in it," Moxie said.

Moxie, Anton, and Leo sat behind the bush, mentally preparing themselves for what could be a long wait.

TEAM B

"Onward, Team 1-A!"

Once the bus lurched to a halt, Lloyd jumped off the steps and pointed ahead at the entrance to the Santa Monica Pier. The sky as cerulean as the sea below, throngs of people biked and strolled over the cocoa wooden floorboards. The sweltering sun rained down scorching rays that battled with the soothing ocean breeze swirling around the pier. A flock of pigeons fluttered their wings and traversed across the pier towards a hot dog stand next to the welcome kiosk.

"Come, Team! Heroism awaits!" Lloyd said with a neon-bright smile.

James rubbed his eye, still waking up from a quick nap as he exited the bus. The excited voice made him grunt.

"I think it'd be better," James grumbled. "If we just split up and looked for it alone."

Austin and Robyn carried themselves down the steps. Austin perched himself next to Lloyd, while Robyn hopped down each step and landed with a thud next to the cranky James. The bus drove away, the smoke from the exhaust distracting their noses from the damp salt of the wind.

"Splitting up is never smart," Lloyd spoke.

"I agree," Robyn saddled up next to Lloyd. "Haven't you watched Scooby-Doo before?"

"Nobody cares what you think, Canadian idiot," James shot back at Lloyd.

"Why are you obsessed with denigrating Canada?" Lloyd asked. "You've only known me for a day, and you think you can just assault my heritage?"

"Is being Canadian a heritage?" Austin said more to himself than anyone else.

"And why shouldn't I?" James barked a laugh. "What has your country given the world other than syrup, Rush, and Seth Rogen?" James said with an amused sneer.

"Three admittedly great things," Robyn patted Lloyd on the shoulder.

The taller boy smoothed out his shoulder for wrinkles and stared over at James. "I don't have to explain anything to you. You're never going to be a hero if you can't work with others as a team!"

James dropped his sneer, a dead serious glare pointed at Lloyd like a sword. He stayed silent, the squawking of the seagulls above descending back into the exited hums of the crowd around them. A bicycle chimed its bell and squeaked past them, the chains chugging like a train. He shoved his hands in his pockets, his mind deep in thought about something the others could not detect.

"You'll never be a hero if you don't work with others, JJ."

James ticked his tongue and shoved his way past Lloyd. "Let's just go. We'll figure it out later."

Lloyd looked back at Robyn and Austin. They both shrugged at each other and followed after James. Whatever had hit one of his nerves would have to be discussed later. Lloyd considered James words, and wondered what impact they had. He had already had his opinion changed on Megan yesterday, so maybe he and this rambunctious kid had just gotten off on the wrong foot. After all, a true Pro-Hero had to get along with all types of human beings.

He chased after the other three, and eventually, they all met up in front of the teal poles of the Pacific Park entrance archway. Before they entered, Robyn turned and noticed the information stall next to the hot dog stand they spotted earlier.

"Ugh, pork hot dogs," Robyn said as she read the banner on hot dog stand. "Those are the worst."

"Agreed," Austin said. "Beef or nothing. You might as well give those away for free."

Lloyd nodded. "Free, yes."

Free.

Free!

"That's it!"

Then, he stopped mid-step.

James crashed into him from behind causing a chain reaction. Robyn followed suit and thumped her face into James' toned back. Austin hit Robyn and, with his large frame, made her grab James's hips and pull him with her as she fell to the side. They both fell onto the hard wood, James' elbow smacking the ground with a sickening crunch.

Robyn chirped out a quick apology as she lay in a heap next to James, practically spooning him in her thin arms. James groaned out in pain, but Lloyd ignored it and pulled out his ticket for the park.

"Everybody, your tickets. I need them!"

James grunted and hoisted himself to his feet. "Is your head screwed on right?"

Robyn hopped back up as if nothing happened. One of the upsides of her quirk was that small scrapes like that left no physical pain in her.

"Tickets! Everybody!" Lloyd said. A flickering street light on the pier happened to blink directly above his head just like a lightbulb.

The other three pulled out their ticket stubs. Lloyd snatched the slips of paper from the other three students. James felt the paper slide out of his hands. Glaring at Lloyd, he took a step forward and clenched his fist.

"Why did we get these tickets?" Lloyd said. He fumbled with the tickets and bunched them together in his hands.

"Because they were in the envelope?" Robyn said.

"Yes, but why these tickets?"

The three looked at each others.

"These tickets are meaningless. You know why?" Lloyd said as he connected the corners of the tickets together. The red curved lines on the sides of the tickets lined up and created a circle with the star from Lloyd's stub inside the circular frame.

"Pacific Park doesn't charge admission! Ha, I remember reading about it on the tourism pamphlet." Lloyd said. His lips curled upward into a smile as he walked over to the welcome kiosk.

With the group in tow, he approached the information stall. He slipped a visitor's map of the Pier from one of the plastic holders and kneeled down onto the warped wooden floorboards. Opening the map, he spread it out and smoothed the wrinkles as best as he could.

"There would be no reason for these tickets, because it's free to get into the park!"

"So, the tickets," James kneeled down next to Lloyd. Soon, they were all crouched down around the map. "They were a diversion."

"Unless there's another clue here." Austin said. He gazed down at the map and pointed at the star by the welcome kiosk.

"There," he pointed. "That star on the map looks just like the one on Lloyd's ticket."

Lloyd took the ticket and aligned the star directly over the one on the visitor's map. It matched like a glove on his hands. Adjusting the other tickets to recreate the circle with the red lines, he closed the space to connect the four corners of the stubs. With the star sitting perfectly, the center of the circle that the tickets created with the curved lines was just off the pier.

"The center is right off this pier," Lloyd said. "Behind that weird hot dog stand!"

The quartet looked up towards the edge of the pier. A chartreuse hot dog stand with black words stating "All Pork, 100% Hot Dogs. Halal-Approved!" sat in front of the metal railing with a young lady in a hijab handing out food to a line of customers. She had a slim face, and deep blue eyes that were busy with the pork hot dogs steaming over her thin frame. Beyond the stand was the railing which was placed directly overhead one of the thick pillars of the pier.

James sprung to his feet and ran over to the rail. Robyn and Austin followed as the fast runner bolted over to the railing. Lloyd stood up and folded the map to resort to it's previous state before he bothered it.

Once he reached the rail, James smacked his chest into it and inspected the shallow water underneath. He tried to focus, ignoring the hot dog lady muttering out orders in a velvet, crooning voice with a hint of an asian accent. The soapy foam lolled slapping minuscule waves into the pier. Strands of seaweed and foam surrounded the base of the pillar. As the waves lapped the surface, James saw the corner of cardboard peeking out from the smacking water.

"There," James pointed down at the railing. "I see a little box taped underneath the water."

As the others got to the railing, they noticed the suspicious object right away.

"I'm going in," James said. He took a step back and dug his toe into his black dress shoes. He flicked them off his feet and did the same for the other. He slipped off his jacket and cast it to the side.

"What are you doing?" Lloyd asked.

James ripped off the tie around his neck. He moved to his leather belt and unclasped the buckle. "Getting the bomb."

"We can't just dive in to get a bomb," Lloyd said with a nervous tremor as James flicked off the buttons on his white undershirt. "Plus, Los Angeles County law states that we cannot dive off this pier without a pier-diving permit!"

"If they wanna arrest me, they can. Wouldn't be the first time," James said as he slid off his shirt and flung it to the increasing heap of clothes.

Robyn could not help but let out a somewhat sarcastic wolf-whistle. While it was hilarious that this guy felt comfortable stripping in front of strangers on the Pier, she had to admit; this James guy looked good both with clothes and without them. His previous training had served his toned body well.

"Besides, I'm from Florida. If I can't swim, I'd be like you manatees," James said as he shook off his pants leaving him in nothing but his sun-kissed skin and navy blue boxers with dolphins imprinted on them.

"Why does he keep calling us manatees?" Austin turned to Robyn.

"Do you mind?" Robyn said in a semi-important tone. "I'm enjoying the view," she pointed at James.

"But you shouldn't jump," Lloyd said. "It could kill you!"

James rolled his eyes. "You know, that's your problem red-hair. You'd let an old lady get run over because the crosswalk light was still red. Sometimes rules gotta be broken to save others."

"But you shouldn't jump because th-."

Without another word, James clambered up on the railing and leapt off the top. He dived like a beautiful swan off the pier and disappeared off the edge.

"The drop...isn't...deep enough," Lloyd descended into a soft whisper.

A splash. Then, silence.

All three of the students stared at each other, the quiet only interrupted by the sloshing waves below.

Until...

"Fuck! My head!"

Team D

"They did a really good job! They look just like the real ones!"

Drake lowered the picture of Deku and Bakugo's wax sculpture to reveal the real replicas in front of them.

A few tourists crowded around and took snapshots and selfies in front of two of the world's greatest Pro-Heroes. The murmurs and hum of the tour groups and bystanders filled Drake's ears as he sat on the bench directly in front of the statues.

The fake Bakugo and Deku stood in their hero costumes, serious scowls etched on the faces of the wax figures. The background was that off a crumbled building, and the two spotlights over them showed off every hair and face blemish on the fake heroes. I fit weren't for their consistent posture, Drake would believe that they were both in the room at that very moment.

"Look at how realistic they are? The eyes on Bakugo are perfect. Although, I think Deku's hair could be a little ore frizzy. It's like they put gel on it!" Blake said as he circled the two frozen wax figures. He dipped and hopped up every now and then to get closer looks at some of their features.

"So is the bomb supposed to be the wax figures?" Megan asked. She stood next to Drake, her arms crossed with an examining frown on her face.

Drake shifted himself from the discomfort of the steel bench. When he leaned over, he lowered the hoodie on the black jacket that he wore over his uniform and stared at Bakugo.

"I really admire him, y'know."

Megan peered down at Drake. "The explosion guy?"

"It helps that we both use fire at times for our quirks," Drake said. "But he's a lot smarter of a Hero than people give him credit for. Remember the Villain that was made of solar panels? He took him down by throwing him in the sewer."

"Well, that's obvious," Megan said. "No sunlight, no powers."

"Yes, but he could've just punched the mirrors or broke them," Drake stated. "So he was at least considerate."

"I guess I should have done more of my homework," Megan said. "I didn't do any research to the teachers in this school."

"Not much else to do in Whittier," Drake said. "Fishing and freezing all the time. It's a strange place, where I'm from. Everyone lives in one giant apartment building. You have to drive through a tunnel to get there. One lane, and if a train is coming through, you gotta wait or get flattened. It's like a tiny snow globe. Just getting used to not shivering anymore."

"I thought you'd be warm all the time. Being part dragon and all," Megan said.

Drake stood up and stepped towards the statues. Megan followed him. "You'd think that, but my quirk actually makes me resistant to heat."

"Interesting," Megan said as they approached the statues where Blake was feeling Deku's wax arms. "So if I drop something in a hot tea kettle, I'll know who to call."

Drake almost wanted to give the girl a laugh for the jab at humor, but he decided it was to soon for that. He turnt his head upward, his shoulder bouncing off one of the tour guides in the wax museum. Once the two made it to Blake, the excitable boy looked up at them.

"Have you two figured out anything?" Blake asked.

"Have you?" Megan crossed her arms. "You've been examining them like a veterinarian."

"In fact, a few things," Blake pointed at various parts of Deku and Bakugo. "Did you ever notice the freckles on Deku's face. They're not perfectly symmetrical. It seems like he has more on the right side of his face than the other. I find that a little weird because I read in an article somewhere about asian genes. Did you know they are less likely to have freckles than any other race on earth. I mean, I'm sure there are some isolated tribes in the Amazon that have a less chance, but that's because those tribes have very few people to begin with. Anyway, I pulled on the rope by Bakugo's ear, and the compartment opened up in the back of his head. It reminds me of when my parents brought home this guy they really didn't like. So, they took a couple of baseball bats a-."

"Compartment?" Megan interrupted.

"Right," Blake smiled. "The compartment."

Blake turned his back to the other two and pointed at Bakugo's right ear. A minuscule white piece of string was protruding from the ear hole. With his thumb and index finger, Blake tugged onto the rope.

With a pop, a compartment flipped open on the back of Bakugo's head. Drake and Megan joined Blake to look inside the compartment.

Inside Bakugo's head was a small wooden box. Painted gold, the box fit into Drake's hand as he grabbed it. He looked down at the tiny container and flipped it with his fingers on his palm. The only face that had anything on it was a number's combination that would unlock it.

"Another puzzle begins," Megan said to the others.

"Oh no!"

The students whip around and see another tourist screaming while pointing at them.

"Those kids broke Bakugo!"

TEAM C

The scenery from the top of the hill was breathtaking to Katsu. Covering his eyes from the blaring sun overhead, he spun around to take in the calm scene. On the beige dirt-encrusted dune was a lone oak tree that waved its branches like an old friend in the salt-ridden ocean breeze. Flecks of sand pricked at his skin with the gentle tickling air wafted through his thick brown hair. A few rocks lined a jogging path that ran over the hill. Looking to Katsu's left, the shimmering azure waves crashed onto the beach that stretched onward to eternity, protecting the highway cars and trucks crawled past.

The other side of the hill showed a downward path that crossed over the quiet meadow.

"There's nothing here," Synaes said.

"Did you look everywhere?" Martel said. His DNA tracking device whirled and, with an angry hum, beeped just feet from the base of the tree.

"Yes, with my blind superpowers, I was able to see that there was nothing here." Syanes leaned on her walking stick.

"Forgot the whole blind part. Sorry," Martel said. Looking down at the device, he shook his head. "This is the end of the path. It just goes back down the way we came."

"But he never came from the parking lot at the start of this trail, did he?" Katsu pointed behind Martel at the path that continued down to the valley. "Why would he come up the back end if he weren't trying to hide something."

"He pulled over on the highway and climbed up here," Synaes thumped the dirt by the base of the tree. The stick dug into the softer, lighter mound of dirt that had been smoothed over at the base. "And judging from how soft this dirt is, it was moved recently."

Hunter leaned over the pile by her feet. Sure enough, the dirt by Synaes was different and upturned from the hard surface of the walking path. Between two roots that emerged from the tan ground, a single opal rock sat on top of the mocha mound of dirt.

"Without another word of hesitation, Hunter kneeled down. Using two of his spider arms, the pincers on the end clutched clumps of the dirt and tossed them to the wayside. Martel put away his tracking device into his hammer space and examined the scene with the curiosity of a passing dog.

Katsu took this time to step all the way back to the edge of the hill's summit. He held his hands out like he was catching a ball. Hunter looked up from where his arms where shuffling through the dirt.

"Bro, you alright?"

Katsu adjusted the tie around his neck. "Just that...you guys are doing a great job! I'll just be over here...just in case it decides to go off."

"Deku said it wasn't real," Synaes said.

"Yeah, not real explosives," Katsu said. "Doesn't mean it can't shoot glitter or something."

The spider arms stopped in their tracks. Hunter grinned at the sight of a rose-colored cardboard that illuminated itself under the dirt. After digging around at the sides of the box, the arms lifted up the box.

Placing it in front of the newly-created hole, the students gazed upon the pink cardboard box, it's surface stained by crumbles of earth. The box was otherwise immaculate, and the edges of the lid remained sharp and strong clasped around the frame of the body.

"We got it," Hunter said. "Anybody know how to disarm a bomb?"

At this, Katsu sighed. As much as he wanted to avoid any tough surprises, he knew he had to be the one to open the box. If anyone's quirk would guarantee that they would not be harmed, it was his. He sauntered over to the other three and kneeled down by the box.

"Fine, I might as well do it," he said. "Even if it's glitter or something, the force of any impact won't hurt me as much as you all with my quirk."

The other three took this as an opportunity to back away from the box. They ran over to the other side of the bike trail and stared at Katsu in anticipation.

Katsu takes the lip of the box and lifts it upward. His heart runs circles through his stomach, the beating of his heart thumping through his ears. Even if it weren't real, he had to be prepared for anything. The muscles in his arm tightened up, and his palms grew a thin sheen of moisture. They betrayed his laid-back attitude, his hands shaking with anticipation.

Ice permeated inside his feet, a slight vibration tickling them from being crouched down in a nervous sweat. Katsu swallowed and tried to assuage his dry throat. If he was this nervous, he could not imagine being faced with a real life-threatening situation.

He focused on the ground underneath his knees. The thin wind still crisping across the dune. The hush of the leaves shaking overhead as he kneeled in the shadow of the tall oak tree. The other three were counting on him, and his heart began to relax. Heroes had to be prepared to sacrifice themselves after all.

Craning his head, he looks through the slit that grows from removing the box. Still darkness.

Another inch.

A sliver of light morphed in the box. An edge of laminated paper lay on something.

Another inch.

That paper was a picture.

Wait. A picture?

Seeing the familiar face, Katsu tore off the lid. He slammed it down on the ground at his side, and his jaw dropped.

There was a reason Bakugo had come up to the hill, but it was not for the bomb.

After what felt like an eternity, Katsu realized what he had dug up.

"Guys," Katsu looked back up at the other three. "I don't think we should've dug this up."

Synaes smacked her lips in impatience. "Is it the bomb or not?"

Katsu waved for the other three to come over. Giving each other odd glances, the others stepped over the path and crouched down by them.

"What is it?" Synaes asked.

"They're...pictures," Hunter said. He tilted his head and squinted at the photos in the box.

The box contained layers of pictures and other keepsakes. A few other pieces of paper and small medals with Japanese kanji etched into them. All of them seemed to contain some strange people that Hunter had never seen before with the exception of Bakugo. It was him with a giant group of other strange-looking heroes. Some of them were in certain vacation spots; the beaches of Rio. The cliffs of Moher. The canal of Venice. All of them with the same bubbly, round-faced girl next to him.

Finally, there was one with the two of them in front of the exact tree they were in.

"Who are those people?" Hunter asked. "And why is that girl in all of the pictures?"

"Since Stark died, only about five Pro-Heroes have died in the line of duty," Martel said. "This was the most recent one."

Katsu picked up a photo. This one had the girl giving a deep hug to Shoto.

"This...is a long story."

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