(Gas station, bathroom)
"There's a small problem," V-25 said on the phone.
"And what is it?" Frenchie asked.
"I can't remove the tracker. I can feel it, but I can't cut my own skin to take it out," he said.
"Ah shit… I'll call Grace," Frenchie replied.
"Okay, don't take too long," V-25 said.
Meanwhile, Frenchie hung up and called Grace, explaining the situation.
"I knew this would happen. Vought has these problems sometimes, and the government has dealt with this kind of thing before," she said.
"So what do we do?" Frenchie asked.
"Let me think," Grace replied.
"Alright…"
After a few seconds—
"Send me his number. I'll send the location of a place where he can disable the tracker. It's a small base. They have an electronic device capable of knocking the tracker offline. He'll have to break in and get it," Grace said.
"Is it an unknown base?" Frenchie asked.
"That's the best I can do at this hour," Grace answered.
"Alright. Fine."
Frenchie hung up and sent her V-25's number.
She sent the coordinates to the boy's phone.
Back at the gas station
"Everything okay in there?" the clerk asked.
"Yeah, yeah, I'm fine…" V-25 replied.
After leaving the bathroom, he received a notification on his phone, and Frenchie called, explaining the situation.
He would have to go somewhere else—which meant he'd need that phone and a way to get there.
"And your ride?" the clerk asked.
"It's already on the way…" he replied.
An awkward silence filled the air.
"Nice bike you've got parked outside," the boy said.
"Yeah, it's pretty cool. Worked really hard to buy it," the clerk replied.
"I bet…"
"Can you give me my phone back now?" the clerk asked.
"Give it back… actually, I'm going to need it. And your bike too."
"What?" the clerk asked, confused.
Suddenly, a fist smashed into his nose, breaking it.
The clerk dropped to his knees behind the counter, holding his nose.
"Ah, shit! Why—what was that for?" he groaned in pain.
V-25 rushed forward and jumped over the counter.
"Give me the bike keys. Now," he shouted.
"No…" the clerk said.
V-25 grabbed him by the arms and lifted him up.
"Want another punch?" he asked.
"I'm not giving you anything…" the man replied.
Another punch landed, again straight to the nose.
"My nose, damn it!" the clerk cried.
"The keys. Where are they?" V-25 asked again.
"Over there—just take them! Don't hit me again! In that drawer!"
V-25 let him go, and the clerk collapsed back behind the counter, holding his nose.
V-25 grabbed the bike keys.
"I'm taking your phone too."
"My phone too? Man, why? My nose really hurts," the clerk said.
"Sorry…" V-25 said as he walked out.
Before leaving, he went back behind the counter and grabbed some cash from the register.
"Maybe I'll need this…"
He also grabbed some clothes and food.
He left the store, got on the bike, put the keys in, and started it.
Before riding off, he made a call.
He wouldn't leave that guy behind without help.
After that, he checked the GPS on the phone and took off.
The place he was heading to was in another city, maybe an hour away or less.
While riding, he received a call—probably the Boys, he thought.
It was around 4 a.m. The road was empty, and it was cold.
He pulled the phone from his pocket and answered.
"Hello?" he asked.
"Robb, are you okay? Did something happen to you? Your boss called me saying something was wrong," said a woman's voice.
"Wrong number," he said and immediately hung up.
Someone was calling the store clerk's phone. He'll be fine, V-25 thought.
Some time later
He entered a city he'd never been to before and followed the GPS.
Eventually, he arrived at his destination.
It looked like a large warehouse, surrounded by a tall wall. There were people inside—seven guards, from what he could see outside.
He stopped the bike and called while still sitting on it.
"Frenchie, I'm at the location Grace sent me. What exactly am I looking for?" he asked.
"I don't really know either. Grace just said it's a grenade. You'll have to get inside and find it," Frenchie replied.
"Great. Okay, I'll call if I find anything," he said.
"Alright," Frenchie replied.
He hung up.
He didn't waste time—and didn't care much about being quiet.
He simply jumped over the wall and landed inside, making some noise.
Once inside, he used his enhanced vision to move without being noticed.
"What was that? Did you hear something?" one guard asked.
"Probably nothing. Just the wind," another replied.
"I'll go check it out," a guard said.
Inside, V-25 silently moved toward a door and forced it open with his strength.
Then he slipped deeper into the warehouse.
Whenever a guard came close, he hid. When they passed, he moved again.
This continued until he reached the main storage area.
He searched for anything that looked like weapons or grenades.
That's when he found a section labeled:
(Electromagnetic Pulse)
"This must be it…" he thought.
He opened several crates.
There were weapons, tactical tools, tactical clothing—everything.
Until he found something interesting.
A box of EMP grenades.
These grenades disabled electronic devices and systems.
He called Grace and asked if that was it.
She said yes.
Quickly, he grabbed one, activated it, and held it close to his body.
There was a burst of energy. It wasn't harmful and didn't injure him, but every electronic device in the area shut down—including the lights.
The guards noticed the power failure and rushed toward the source of the problem.
"Did it work?" he wondered in the darkness.
"I need to get out of here…" he thought.
Lost in his thoughts, he forgot to check behind him.
A guard came up from behind, shining a flashlight and aiming his gun.
"Freeze! Don't move! Who are you?" the guard shouted.
"Alright, fine," V-25 replied.
Before the guard could react, the boy jumped with incredible speed, almost vanishing.
A loud crashing sound followed, and the startled guard fired his weapon.
The warehouse roof was suddenly pierced, and the guards realized something had jumped out.
Moonlight poured in, dimly lighting the place.
"What the hell was that?" the guards asked each other.
Meanwhile—
V-25 was already outside.
After landing near his bike, he ran, escaping the area and leaving the confused guards behind.