Reminder that "Agent 3" is Y/N's clone at D.H.O.R.K
Scene opens on Earth in one of D.H.O.R.K.'s training facilities. Agents 1, 2, and 3 are standing back to back surrounded by combat robots made to resemble Blitzo, Moxxie, Millie, and Loona. Agent 3 is shown wearing a Deathstroke Mask.
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Agent 1: Alright, let's do this!
He and Agent 2 aim their guns at two robots while you wordlessly summon a fireball. You then toss the ball at a robot resembling Moxxie, which melts into a puddle of steel and circuitry.
Agent 2 shoots down several of the Blitzo-Bots before pistol whipping one resembling Loona.
Agent 1 shoots at a group of Millie-bots before one of them pounces on him and knocks him to the ground.
Agent 2: One!
The robot is suddenly lifted off of him by an invisible force before being forcibly torn apart. The two of them turn and see Agent 3 starring at them. Although he's wearing a mask, the coldness in his eyes radiates throughout the room.
Agent 3: Never let your guard down. And you two are supposed to be D.H.O.R.K.'s top agents?
He turns to a trio of robots resembling the Imps before using his powers to launch the ones resembling Moxxie and Millie across the room, the bots shattering into pieces as they collide with a wall. He clenches his first at one resembling Blitzo and the robot is soon crushed under its' own weight.
At this point only one robot remains, resembling Loona. Agent 3 looks like he's going to hesitate before casually lifting his hand. A metallic grinding is heard before the head starts wobbling and several sparks collapse onto the ground. With a forceful snap, the head is forcefully torn off of the bot's body as a geyser of oil erupts out of the neck, coating the three Agents. Agent 3 stares coldly at the severed head before kicking it across the floor.
An alarm sounds, signaling the end of the training exercise. Without a word, Agent 3 props his mask up on his forehead and walks over to a bench to grab his water bottle.
Agent 1: Thanks for the help.
Agent 3: Don't flatter yourself. My mind was on the training exercise. If you let your own incompetence be your downfall during an actual mission...don't expect me to help you. (Takes a swig from his water bottle)
Agent 1: Uh...right.
Agent 2: (changing for subject) Hey, there's a new cafe that opened across town recently. You wanna come with us?
