Flying away desperately just to get away from the three heroes stopping him from "renovating" Royal Woods for his own, sick vision, Solar Flare flew for his life for some kind of Safehaven to hide in until the heat dies down. Finally, Solar Flare found a small cavern in the woods for him to hide in for the time being.
Starting to cease his panicking after every minute, Solar Flare allowed himself to catch his breath The sound police sirens were then heard outside the cave, and he hid behind some marvel and came out from behind it as soon as the siren blaring was fading second after second. At last, the coast was clear and it gave him some solace and relief to be away from the five-o. Coming out of the small cave, Solar Flare looked around just to be safe. "Whew, thank goodness i've lost those heathens." he said to himself. "But i don't think i can go back home since those so-called heroes are going to rat me out to the mayor." A feeling of anger and resentment was building up inside of him after what he had just been through. "Maybe... i can just create a campfire for myself and live in a hut from now on." he thought to himself.
Little did he know that somewhere in the distance, without him knowing about it, there was a man camoflauged in green within the trees and bushes, spying on Solar Flare through his binoculars. He had s communication chip in his right ear, and clicked the button at the bottom of it. "Target is trying to build a campfire, over."
"We've been over this so many times, Petrov." said a familiar voice. "No one talks like that anymore over communicators."
"Sorry, Mr. Barrymore." said the undercover man. "Should i talk to him?"
"No. Let him sit down and take a breather. i will meet him sooner or later." said Barrymore. "the poor lad is spooked enough as it is."
"Understood, sir," said the undercover mole. "I'll head back to base."
"You know it's just my mansion, right?"
"Yes, but i like talking military talk." Petrov pointed.
Barrymore facepalmed himself and said: "Just get back to my mansion, and do ditch the camoflauge. You'll make everyone else suspicious if you keep it on for too long."
"Got it, boss."
"Got another ally for us, Christopher?" said Snow Flaker, who was practicing on freezing a dummy replica of Lori with his ice powers over and over again
"possibly, my cold-hearted friend." Barrymore put his phone away and got himself some kombucha. "But first thing's first. There is someone else that can be of use to us."
"Who?"
"Those three robbers that tried to rob the retirement hime the other day." Barrymore gave an evil smile. "I can have use for them, too."
Wait, are we making a bigger alliance to try and kill those heroes?" Asked Snow Flaker after freezing the dummy for the last time.
"Well, something like that."
"Hmm, well are you sure avout hiring those three? They don't have super powers like me or this light guy does.
"True, but not every superhero or supervillain has powers. Take a look at Laser Boy. He has no powers, only laser guns with him. Yet, he is a hero."
"Good point. But those three gentlemen got slaughtered by those heroes... figuratively, of course."
"Even those kind of people can learn from their mistakes and errors, Flaker. If i hite these three stooges, then you can have a better chance in trying to kill Volcano Girl."
"Another good point. But i don't think the guards in the prison will just let them out after serving their time. They all have five years before being released anyway."
"the mole that helped you get out of orisjn can dk the same for those three men."
"Ah, right. Friends in both high and low places."
"Exactly. In the meantime, why don't you stay here snd practice with my brand new training robot. Try not to go overboard with your powers, or you'll probably break the robot beyond repair. It cost two million dollars for me to purchase."
"Noted."
In the prison, Tim, John, and Marcus, the three bad guys that tried to rob the retirement home before, were all pouting in defeat. "I told you we should have got more firepower." Said John
"Shut up, Tim," said Marcus. "Just want to find Volcano Girl and give her a peace of my mind,"
"Well i hate to break it to you," said Tim, "but we are scheduled to be released in five years from now... if we do good behavior long enough to do so."
"Prison sucks." said John.
"Oh what was your first clue." Said Tim. "We'll need a miracle if we're gonna get out of here right now."
"Excuse me, gentlemen," said the prison guard. "You have a visitor."
"A visitor?" Said the three crooks in unison.
"Yes." Said another voice. It was the sneaky millionaire himself.
The three goons recognized the person from the magazines they read about. "Christopher Barrymore." Said Tim
"In the flesh, my friend. I understand that Volcano Girl is now a thorn on your sides."
"How did you know about that?" Asked John.
"I'm almost as rich as Mansa Musa, i can afford many things that the lower class cannot, such as hire ears for myself. My little companion here is one of my moles. You can trust him completely as u keep him under my payroll."
"Look, Mr Barrymore." Said Marcus. "Why are you even helping us out? And what did Volcano girl do to make you hate her?"
"Oh i have no grudge agaisnt her." Christopher pointed. "No grudges whatsoever. I am only doing this for the greater good of the whole planet. This is why i come to you three. I am going to bail you out of prison, but you all must swear that you will work for me without question.