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Breaking news

Sorry to disturb your evening TV show of 'Empires' we have just received news of an active villain chase. At the moment heroes, Totem and King are in hot pursuit of the villain 404. Currently,  on Sandbureau street,  404 is running on the rooftops. Police are setting up barriers as we speak. Totem and King have almost caught up to him. Hero Captainpuff has just joined the chase followed by Time.
"NOW!" Captainpuff shouted and Time used all his saved-up energy on 404, making him pause in place. Totem and Monarch caught up to him and slapped a pair of power-canceling handcuffs on him. "Is-is did we catch him?" Time panted, he was starting to feel nauseous. Totem gave him a thumbs up and Time let out a sigh of relief as he deactivated his powers. He collapsed and a team of medics carried him away. 404 was brought into a secured police vehicle and the 3 remaining heroes followed him in. The car drove off. As the police started to clean up the barriers, a figure stared at them. The smile on his face hid his displeasure.

"Dream, the number one villain. Mind manipulator and maniac, why have thee come to visit me?"
Bombwatch grinned. "Cut the crap. You know exactly why I am here" Dream wasn't happy in the slightest. He knew that Bombwatch was no match for him, he could kill him at any moment. "Of course, you could kill me. But then who would help you rescue your oh so very in need of help companions?" Dream shoots him a glare through his mask. "I can always hire a mercenary or just do it myself." Dream knew that breaking into the pandora's vault was difficult, and maybe even deadly but with a few tricks, he could manage.
Bombwatch pranced around the room, he picked up one of his unfinished side projects. He twisted a knob and threw it at Dream. The smiley face man hastily threw it at a wall. It made an explosion sound and smoke filled the corner. When the smoke cleared, confetti decorated the floor.
Bombwatch let out a laugh "see that's the difference between us. You fear death, you would do anything to keep yourself alive. I don't."
He sat down at his desk and swiveled in Dream's direction. He looked at him, almost staring through his white mask, "now do tell me, what is your offer?"

Phil entered the room, a man with unnatural hair was looking at documents. He was unaware that Phil had just entered. Phil awkwardly cleared his throat, "ahem. You wanted to talk to me?" The man looked up,
Scott
Hero name: Frozen
"Ah yes, sorry I just got new reports of villain activity. A group of villains is causing a ruckus in the south but I'm sure the heroes can handle them, please take a seat" Scott signaled to a chair across from him. Phil took a seat and Scott started explaining, "As you are aware we have captured 2 of the 3 members of the 'Dream Team'" Phil nodded slightly, "yes I saw on the news." Scott continued, "well we received intel from an undercover hero that Dream is starting to form a plan to break them out." Phil had already assumed that Dream was going to break them out eventually but didn't think he had already started forming a plan. "Do you know what he's planning?" Scott shook his head, "no, that's where our intel stopped. All we know is going to do it in the next week." Scott slid a folder into Phil's direction, "this contains everything we know about Dream, I want you to stop him before he does anything."

Phil walked out of the building a bit more nervous than when he came in, where are we even supposed to start? he thought as he got into his car.
He drove through Evo street and stopped at a red light.
Boom
The car to the left of Phil exploded, it flew in the air and crashed into his car. The force flipped the car onto the sidewalk. Several people had gotten out of their cars to see what happened.
Boom
Another explosion shook the cars. An oils tank had exploded and toppled to the side, people were now running away screaming.
Phil had managed to crawl through an open window in his car. He heaved himself off the ground, his shirt was ripped and he lost one of his shoes. His eyes wandered over flames spreading from the oil. His right pant leg was ripped open and his leg was bleeding but he stepped closer to the flames. Observing the scene he watched as the flames spread, by now everyone had fled the scene. At least those that were still alive did. Finally, Phil realized he probably should do something, so he grabbed his phone and called Scott. Phil was starting to get busy from the blood loss. His arm was pierced by a small metal piece, heaving himself onto a rock he ripped off some of his shirts to use as a temporary bandage. However, that wasn't enough to bandage his partially ripped wing so he had to sit there enduring the pain. He looked at the site, some bodies lay on the street, a woman pierced through the heart by a metal pipe, a man whose arm was torn off by the explosion. Even a burnt child not even 5 years old. He cringed at his failure, HE had failed to do anything. Tears slowly dripped down his face as sirens grew louder in the distance.