Chapter 3: The Message Received
Later that morning, Dark Ace heard a knock on the door.
He stood to answer it, towel wrapped firmly around his still pink head.
"Message Crystal for you," a Talon mumbled.
He took it, then retreated back into his room. He activated the crystal and set it down.
"Dear Mr. Dark Ace..."
Now why was that voice so familiar?
"This is Piper, of the Storm Hawks. Before you turn this message off..."
Great. His finger had been right above the deactivating button.
"...we have a deal to propose. Knowing Cyclonis, she's probably played a joke on you this fine April First."
"No duh," he mumbled, fingering his newly colored hair.
"Well, we're thinking there's a way to get back at her. Me and some of my squad mates were wondering what kind of...giggle...underwear Cyclonis possesses. If you could help us out, we'd be eternally grateful. Remember, though: this is a temporary truce. Reply with an answer, and maybe some souvenirs." Somewhere in the background, he heard the ever-familiar sound of Aerrow's laugh.
What was it with these kids and underwear?
Well...if it meant getting back at her...
But first things first. He had to order several bottles of black hair dye to cover up the mess that was his head.