His high-tops hit the grimy water, sending splashes everywhere. His chest was tight as he greedily gasped for air, his legs that were pumping beneath him soon grew sore from the running, his eyes were glued to the phone screen with a murderous glare.

‘Couldn’t this have just waited till later?’ Connie thought to himself bitterly as he stashed the phone into his black university jacket, his breathing becoming more labored as he gripped his side, the familiar pain surfacing there.

Turning the corner, he found himself behind the Maplebook bank, it’s walls white and pristine, as if it had no knowledge of how close it was to a disease-ridden alleyway.

Connie sluggishly walked towards the back wall of the building, only pausing to catch his breath and ease the ache in his side, but when he caught sight of a flash of red and blue, he pressed himself flush against the wall. With his head peeking over the corner of the wall he could see through the bank’s own little clean alleyway to see one police car, even with his limited sight he could tell there was more.

Regaining his position, back against the wall, he grabbed his phone from his pocket, casually scrolling through his contacts he found the number he was looking. Ignoring the three new text messages he began to type one, carefully thinking of what he was going to say.

‘Am here, what u want me 2 do?’

Boss popped up immediately- ‘Speak english please, I felt like if I had to re-read that my brain would up and die on me. Anyways just head to the roof and scope out the area, I need to know if they are here or not.’

Biting his bottom lip, he tilted his head up. The sun glaring at his eyes threatened to blind him. Sighing he walked away from the building, his face scrunched up as he looked for the fire escape ladder. It should have one considering that the building was almost two stories up, but when he couldn’t find the ladder, he knew that it must have been on the sides of the building.

Taking his phone out he again contacted the boss.

‘Problem boss.’

Boss texted back in a heartbeat, normal for him. ‘What is it?’

With phone in hand he pressed his body against the wall again, guessing the right alleyway he looked down it, spotting the glinting metal. But when he noticed that it wasn’t the sun glinting from it, it was actually the red and blue flashes of a cop car.

‘The fire escape ladder is on the right side of the building, I might get caught if I try for it.’

Glancing at his phone he could see the three grey little dots, it seemed to be taking a little longer than usual, he was probably trying to deal with Bassdrop’s patience.

‘Just climb the wall.’

He flinched at the thought of it, taking a quick glance at the wall he noticed that it was flat, almost no ridges for him to even try and attempt to climb up the thing. With a quick tap on his shoulder it brought him out of his spastic thinking, he tensed not knowing who had just touched him. He knew that Bassdrop always tried to hug him, and since the boss hadn’t said anything about letting Bassdrop help him, he was tense.

With expert movement he had whipped around, his fist connecting with someone’s jaw, when he didn’t hear a cracking noise he frowned, but when that person cursed at him a tiny mile reached his concealed face.

A raspy deep voice had stated, the voice layered with annoyance and it seemed to be right behind him. “I told you not to approach him.” Connie whipped his head around, his muzzled face merely inches away from Jinx’s. Glancing at Jinx’s leather boots he smirked.

“If I didn’t know any better, I would think you were trying to kiss me Jinx.” Connie said, his eyes meeting with purple ones. Seeing the anger on Jinx face and how tense he was, Connie had just enough time to dodge the first punch.

 The second one how found its way to his temple, causing Connie to stumble back, groaning in pain he glared past the black dots that threatened to take over his vision to stare at the horrid purple.

Lazerbeam informed his partner, who now stood in front of Jinx, with his hands on his hips Connie thought that he looked like a disappointed mother, “Jinx you know we aren’t supposed to hurt these guys.” Jinx meanwhile just shrugged, a bored expression on his face.

“He hit you first.”

Connie watched them carefully, aware of Jinx’s bang stick in his hand and Lazerbeam’s hand aimed directly at him. He was stuck between a leather wearing purple sadist, a yellow cape wearing ball of sunshine, and a wall. He could either go against Jinx’s military training or go against a guy that can shoot lasers out of his hands and chest.

A smile forming underneath Connie’s muzzle as he saw the telltale signs of an argument about to break out. “That’s because he scared me.” Connie stated.

His plan had worked, soon they were bickering to each other, Connie swiftly moved away from them, maybe they’ll be distracted enough that he could make it to the ladder. He could always handle the police if they tried anything; which they never did.

Sneaking away briskly, he climbed atop the green container jumping to reach the ladder as he crawled up it as quietly as he could, only to slow down, even more, to listen to the two-stop talking, only for a few seconds later to blame each other for Connie disappearing.

They always fought like a married couple, sometimes Connie thought they were married to each other in secret, but every time Bassdrop blurted it out to them they would deny it instantly.

Reaching the roof of the bank Connie crouched, not knowing if he could be spotted on the roof. He didn’t want to fight anybody just yet; his head still had a dull pain from that punch. And with the headache he developed fighting somebody would only worsen it.

Carefully Connie walked to the ledge taking his phone out, glad to see that it wasn’t broken. Taking a quick breath, he lifted the phone over the ledge banister, he started recording, scanning the whole front area since he hadn’t seen any cop cars or anybody else besides those two in the back. 

He adjusted himself at an angle to see his screen, barely seeing anything from his limited vision he gave up, knowing to finish his job he scanned all the way around in the front.

Connie settled to sit down, his legs splayed out in front of him as he watched the video, checking for mistakes like: it being blurry because he moved to quickly, incase his gloved thumb was over it, and if something was blocking the camera. His boss always yelled at him when he did the surveillance wrong, almost costing him and his teams lives on more than one occasion. Since then Connie always looked over the video before sending it to the boss, it costs more time but in the end, it got everybody out safe.

When no mistakes were found Connie sent the video to his boss, a little message followed right after.

‘There you go, btw the two married couple are here, don’t know who else showed up.’

Boss- ‘Good. Now come in, Bassdrop is getting impatient and I’m running out of things to distract him. Also, Sugar is outside, make sure he doesn’t say a word to you.’

Connie visibly shuddered, goosebumps forming along his arms and legs. He could already see the cancerous pink camo half top burning his retinas, the man was a walking nightclub of horror. With his powers to control any person’s emotions and thoughts it made things way worse, it also didn’t help that in order to stop a villain he would mostly likely seduce them instead of giving them calming emotions.

A buzz in his hand broke Connie’s nightmarish thoughts, glancing down at the phone he smiled. Crouching he walked over to the middle of the roof, his legs going sore from all the crouching he’s done.

‘Go to the middle, knock three times, be ready.’ Was the text that he had received from his boss.

Connie had a plan of what could happen if he followed the instruction, knowing that it probably had to involve Bassdrop, he was honestly terrified. Taking a deep breath, he wrapped his gloved knuckles against the cement ground three times, he could hear the dull thud of his brass knuckles every time.

Connie crouched there, tense as ever as he prepared himself for anything. But when nothing happened, he looked at the ground, tilting his head like a confused puppy he tried again.

“Oh god!” Connie yelped as the ground beneath him shattered, with the floor approaching fast he closed his eyes, only to meet nothing but air and a tight tug on his jacket, he coughed, for the motion had choked him slightly.

Connie opened his eyes to see the floor merely inches away from his face, he shivered, he could have been a pancake right then and there.

Lifting his head, he saw the bouncing Bassdrop, people tied up and set down in a corner, and Agator glaring at him.

“What was that! Was that your plan!?” Connie shouted, not caring for the voice crack that had followed him. He was panicking, the adrenaline leaving his body just as quickly it had come, with a glare at the floor he made his point across at being upset.

“Quit complaining Busal, I caught you, didn’t I?” Conrad’s voice boomed above him, almost sounding like soft thunder. Connie only growled, sounding animalist with his muzzle on, struggling he glared at the floor, more like he was trying to burn a hole into it.

“Yeah, but you also choked me boss.” Connie stated, as he was dropped yet again, another embarrassing yelp leaving his mouth before he could stop it. Laughter hit his ears as Conrad had let go of his collar, upon landing on the debris with his stomach he groaned in pain, staying where he was a better idea than standing up.

“Get dropped!” Bassdrop’s voice made Connie’s head hurt even more, by how uncomfortable the ground was becoming against his stomach he stood up, dusting himself off he lightly dusted his stomach, with how tender it felt he didn’t want to put pain on it. With his eyes glued on the bouncing man he glared, Bassdrop’s mouse-like pupils glared at him back.

The black and blue man stood in one spot, but he wasn’t still, in fact he looked like he was vibrating. The lower half of his face was hidden by the cat mouth mask, but his expressions were always easy to see. With glee in his eyes he began to move again, giggling like a child he walked his way over to Connie.

Connie stood there, his eyes traveling around the room to see what they had done so far, and so far, they hadn't really done anything. They had four hostages, and only half of their team here, and there were hero’s outside waiting for them.