Viper adjusted his uniform, his silver eye burning with a murderous light. "Let's roll. I want that cub captured and brought to this room before the sun sets. If you fail me again, don't bother coming back alive!"
The team of superheroes scrambled to obey, the air in the mountain thick with the scent of impending slaughter. They knew Viper was past the point of reason.
And as for their mole—the "administrative ghost" inside the Retto SA—they weren't worried. The man was a master of disguise, currently masquerading as a lowly, forgettable E-grade tech officer. No one would ever suspect that the man filing their paperwork was actually a B+ rank predator waiting for the signal to burn the building down from the inside.
"Easy there!"
