The Gen-Z Avenger| Book 2

01| Bigger the Bounty, Bigger the Fun

When I was a kid, getting my face put on a most wanted poster was definitely on my bucket list.

"Do you have to blow up the prison building?!"

Maybe I didn't anticipate the trouble that comes with having a bounty on you head. I think I just wanted the fame part.

"Of course I did, Fleur! If these bastards want to kill me, I'm not gonna make it easy!"

Maybe it was how much was hanging on my head, dead or alive baby.

"Well, we're going down with together. You know what Cole would have said?" Fluer asked, rigging the bomb.

"Bigger the bounty-" I took the remote, hitting the button, "Bigger the fun.."

Like fireworks, the explosions were triggered and the walls began to fall. The bombs that were lined all over the cell doors allowed those inside to break free, opening them to freedom.

"We need to run, like fast.." Fluer turned to say, "Out mission is complete.."

"I don't want to end up back in one of these prisons.." I laughed, beginning to run out the same door the now ex-prisoners we're fleeing through.

"You know I might cash you in myself, alive will give me 10 mil.." Fluer laughed, grabbing my arm and pulling me through the way we came, "Would save me all this running!"

The alarms were blaring all around us, although the guards were temporarily out of action, since we took care of them. Nobody was around to stop these innocent people from running free.

We both ran down a hallway, headed to a side of the building that hadn't been blown up yet.

Yet.

"Ready for the second explosion?" I asked, about to take the entire rest of the prison down with us.

"After you, Cap.." She laughed, handing me the remote.

Boom.

The rubble came down around us both much quicker than anticipated. Probably a great time to start running.

"You know," Fluer paused, dodging the judge piece of metal that had fallen beside her, "I promised your wife you would be home in one piece!" He cried out, her french accent really coming through.

"Depending when you ask her, she may not be my wife! Marriage is hard, my dear!" I yelled back to her, still moving as fast as I possibly could.

"I'm just saying, Celeste is not going to be happy!" She yelled.

"Let's just focus on getting back to Cece, in one piece?" I laughed.

Because running through a building falling around you after you liberated prisoners from a corrupt government is well, exhilarating.

"I just hope Omar has our ride ready!" Fleur jelled as she used her powers to push the rubble around us out of her way.

"Yeah, remember last time?! We barely made it off that planet!" I yelled.

"Hey, maybe if you die while we are still running, I can get the 2 mil!" She yelled in excitement.

"Don't be two excited about killing me!" I mocked, turning a corner and continuing to run.

I mean death, the Kree bastards would reward you with 2 million. Alive, the Kree bastards would reward you with 10 million. All because Madam Mayhem thinks prison camps are bad.

They really should give up, I mean they are sort of obsessed with me.

"We need to move faster, you need to teleport us out of here!" Fleur yelled out, I could tell she was getting tired. "I know you hate using your powers, but I don't wanna die!"

"Right okay, ready?" I asked, wrapping my arm around her waste.

"I never get used to how teleporting feels.." She said, shutting her eyes very tight.

"You will get over it.." I mocked.

I teleport us to the rendezvous point, noticing the sub-jet wasn't in sight.

"I'm gonna murder Omar, do I have permission to murder them?!" Fleur yelled.

"Your not killing your best friend until you beat them in chess, you know the rules!" I replied, getting nervous that this dick has some how screwed up.

"I think we-"

Before another plan of assault could fully form in my favourite french girls head, we saw our escape. That texan bitch who was never on time.

"Someone order a cab?" He smiled, looking like he had just rolled out of bed.

Omar has a bright smiled, dark skin and bright green eyes. A teddy bear of a person, although he was rather tall, 6 foot 3, I think he said. Omar was formerly a chef after he left the american air force.

Probably why they were the designated pilot now a days.

"I am going to kill you! Dead dead Omar, dead!" Fluer yelled out, slapping them in the back of the head as I shut the doors.

Fluer was a petit french lady, a quite sarcastic petit french lady I must say. She was an impressive coder, although with minimal effort you would presume she was a model.

"Want to explain why you were late?" I asked, taking the seat beside Omar, who was preparing to take off.

"Want to explain why the building has collapsed?" He snapped back.

"Touché. Maybe they will up the reward for
me, you know what Cole would have said-"

"Bigger the bounty, bigger the fun.." He laughed, "Cole would have loved to see this, explosions were his thing.."

"I miss him, I miss all of them.." I signed, twisting the ring around my ring finger.

"We will get our revenge, we will.." He signed back, launching us into the sky.

We flew through the stars, gliding on the hope to return to the remaining two. Chatting about nothing in particular, the way it seemed to be since the battle.

Fluer walked around the smaller jet, the one we used for missions as not to expose the big ship. She stared at the memory's on the wall, those from the fallen, the family, even the foes.

"You ever going to explain these pictures?" She asked, handing me a frame she had taken off of the wall.

It was a portrait of the past, taken on my 18th birthday. When things seemed sort of okay, when bullshit wasn't exposed.

"That was a long time ago, I've got my family here.." I laughed back, not explaining those in the picture.

"Then why keep the pictures hanging?" She asked, pushing the limits today I see.

"To keep a thread of the past, I don't want to forget it all. But that was four years ago, I doubt I'll ever speak to those people ever again.." I glanced back down to the photo, before giving it to Fleur to hang back up.

"I just think-"

Before Fluer could input her advice on family, Omar began violently tapping my arm, drawing my attention to the big ship that was in front of us.

Holding potential bounty hunters inside.