The midnight hue of the Stockholm skyline was a faint murmur somewhere in the distance as the yacht sliced through the inky waters of the Baltic Sea. The gentle sway of the boat, accompanied by the soft lullaby of waves against the hull, felt like a soothing balm to Gale's frayed nerves. She stood at the railing, wearing a gingham patterned bikini and her trademark silver leather gloves and boots. Her fiery red pigtails whipped wildly in the wind, as she gazed toward the horizon.

Two blindingly white discs manifested behind her, like miniature suns suspended in mid-air. An instant later, the teleportation was complete. The brilliant light faded, revealing King and Vincent standing on the deck of the luxury yacht. It had been an incredibly successful mission, and it manifested itself in the way they looked at her: a mixture of admiration, loyalty, and love.

King nodded as he looked around the yacht, "So you knew I took my yacht out. Has Tin-Can been tattling on me?" He teased. King stood taller than Gale, with his regal features and bright, yellow eyes. He wore a Kiton luxury tailored suit, the purple sheen woven into the thread befitting of his noble and prestigious status. His dark mane cascaded down his shoulders, bringing even more attention to his enigmatic nature.

Vincent Galvani scoffed, "A status report isn't tattling on you, you big baby." Vincent was a man with a lean and muscular physique, his blonde hair perfectly styled despite the wind. His blue eyes sparkled with a mix of amusement and cunning, as he glanced at King.

"I took the liberty of ordering your crew to unmoor. We're heading out to sea," Gale announced, her voice a mix of exhaustion and satisfaction from the victory they had achieved together.

King's mouth curved into a smirk, full of pride about their latest escapade. "My, my. You really do have a knack for pulling off the impossible." He said as he gently started to undo his tie, removing it with a flourish. "Power poppers; that's playing a dangerous game, Red."

"Oh?! Is Vincent tattling on me as well?" Gale shot back, canting her head to the side, a small smirk tugging at her lips. She tucked an errant curl back behind her ear, her fingers lingering for just a beat longer than necessary as they brushed through her fiery red pigtails.

Vincent raised a single eyebrow, his blue eyes gleaming with mischief. He stood, hands on his hips, his leanly muscled body on display, his posture radiating confidence and dominance.

"Just keeping everyone informed," Vincent said as he tapped on his wrist computer changing his holographic suit into a revealing pair of swimming trunks, turning to King with a glare at his purple suit.

King, noticing the glare responded, "I take my time when disrobing. These suits aren't exactly cheap, you know."

Gale chuckled, shaking her head, the banter between the two men familiar, like a well-rehearsed dance. She didn't miss the hunger that lurked behind their playful words, nor the heat that rose on Vincent's cheeks. Gale felt her own body responding to the testosterone-fueled exchange and she let out a low purr. She was more than ready to add her own flame to this simmering pot.

King continued, "But I'm serious, Red. Two power poppers are two points of failure. If one of those codes didn't work, what would you have done?" he asked, genuinely worried about her safety.

Gale's smirk turned into a playful grin. "I would have beaten them to death with my very own, gloved hand..." She pronounced with confidence, then paused as she saw Iris’s dried blood on her silver glove. The realities of the night's events crept back into her thoughts. The dangers of their line of work never truly strayed from her mind. It was a constant reminder of the fragile beauty of life, something she tried never to fully suppress or embrace.

"But enough about the poor, unfortunate Ivanov's, let's discuss what we've won," Gale said, as she changed the subject, pivoting to face Vincent and King. The weight of her glove in hand seemed to solidify her resolve, and with it, came the confidence and wit she was infamous for.

King cocked one immaculately groomed eyebrow in Gale's direction. "This ought to be good," he snarked, crossing his arms over his broad chest, his gaze challenging as it held her own.

"A preliminary pass of the data uncovered every base and safehouse of The Chicken," Vincent offered, his voice level and direct, but with an undercurrent of excitement. "Next pass, current itineraries."

A wry smile stretched across Gale's features. "Now that's a satisfying victory," she said, the full weight of their feat dawning on her. It was more than just a single mission - it was a complete and utter dismantling of one of their deadliest adversaries.

King let out a low whistle, a smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth. "I will personally burn every last coop they've ever built," he said, the cunning in his yellow eyes glowing like embers in the gathering darkness. A chill crept up on Gale's spine, his vengeful fervor the only reminder needed of the lion-like features she knew he hid so well beneath his mane of dark-brown hair.

As Vincent joined Gale at the railing, he pulled her close to his body. They looked like the epitome of a couple, Vincent with his athletic frame visible under his force field which now looked like a pair of swimming trunks, and Gale, in her skimpy bikini with silver gloves and boots. Her fiery red hair whipped wildly in the wind, causing the pigtails to look like flames.

“I never doubted for a moment that we’d succeed,” Vincent said, looking into her piercing green eyes, which seemed to see right through him.

"I love you guys. You know that, right?" King asked slyly, the corners of his lips curling upwards as he finally joined his fellow villains at the railing. The wind caught his dark mane, sending it swirling around him like a cloud of mystery.

Gale closed her eyes for a moment, absorbing their affection and support. A gentle sigh escaped her lips as she replied, "Of course, my loyal partners in crime. I wouldn't have it any other way." She tightened her grip around Vincent's waist, their bodies fitting together like two pieces of a puzzle, as the trio looked out together toward the horizon.