The F Team (pilot)

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Vincent: imagine not having powers, loser! Jordan: oh, I will show you, loser! Sarah: if you two fight, I'm not cleaning anything. *Jordan was getting ready to punch Vincent, but Max stopped him* Sarah: thank you, Max, for being the only mature one and stopping him, anyway Bradley, you could explain. Bradley: right, we are going after a racket of the hero Arabella. Laurel: wait, the one with laser eyes or some shit. Bradley: yeah, that's right, we're going to need everyone here except Jordan, you will be staying here helping me navigate. Sarah: we want everyone here at five thirty am, no later. If you are late, you get shot, understand? (they all said understood ma'am) Sarah: good now get out of here, you brats. *Everyone was leaving the room, walking in the hallway on their way home.* Jordan: guys, we have to do this mission before them. Taquan: that means we have to be there early, man. I got plans. Max: yeah, come on man, let's just follow orders. I really don't want to die. Jordan: fake ass friends. Taquan: fine, let's meet at max his house, then we will discuss our plan to get there. Max: Woah, why my house?! Jordan: because you are the one with all the money. Max: good point, but I am still not going to be happy about it. (Seven hours later, the time is now two fifty-two am. Jordan and friends are now in a golden helicopter)