The two of them took their respective supers to different corners of the room and began to interrogate them about themselves and the events of the evening. After what seemed like an eternity of the repeated questions and yelling to the two supers, now know as Brute Force and Pronto, they were put together and the officers tried to discuss their findings.
“So did Brute Force admit he’s the villain here?” asked Lester.
“No, I was hopping Pronto had ‘cause Brute Force has a very believable story,” said Davis. “His story matches up with what happened here and he sounded sincere about just now becoming a hero and seemed excited to work with us.”
“Great,” said Lester, he was starting to hate supers. “Pronto was convincing too. He seemed like he was from a wealthy back ground – you know, the type to not to need to work for money. Quite likely the type to try to give back with his powers. What about Brute Force?”
“Well first the obvious,” said Davis, “his name is a little suspicious, but doesn’t really mean much. I don’t know how much you could see from where you were, but he is a strange looking guy. His skin is a grey color and he has strange bumps on his arms.”
“Sounds like the type to be picked on all the time. That’s not the type to usually try and help people, but more likely to lash back at them.”
“True,” agreed Davis, “but nothing really conclusive. We should probably take them both in and look into things more.”
“I guess so, I just hate transporting two supers; it takes a lot out of me to keep their powers from working, especially while moving.” They turned around and realized that the supers had disappeared. Not paying attention they had put them near the broken window. “How could you let them escape?” Lester turned on the guards. “How hard is it to watch two people?”
“Sorry, sir. I…” Lester cut the guard off and ran to the window. There was no sign of either of them.
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