Operation Revolution - ARMS

Authorize

"The bouncer: Spring Man."

"The airess: Ribbon Girl."

"The student of stealth: Ninjara."

"The grim creeper: Master Mummy."

"The ramen bomber: Min Min."

"The scrapyard scrapper: Mechanica."

"The silver screen queen: Twintelle."

"The clockwork cops: Byte and Barq."

"The speed demon: Kid Cobra."

"The 'man' of mystery: Helix."

"The Commish: Max Brass. Goddamn you."

"The sucker puncher: Lola Pop."

"The masked fighter: Misango."

"The mean machine: Springtron...?"

Dr Coyle turned the last page of the stapled papers. Each page, in order, had a photo of the fighter and all their information.

Setting them aside, she glanced around the ill-lit room. This was her office, and she liked it dark with the only light source coming from an overhead lamp. She had just finished very attentively reading the paragraphs, noting their strengths and weaknesses, their pasts and goals.

She leaned back in her swivel chair and sighed, stretching her body. Then, taking out her phone, she went on Twitter to just see what everybody was up to.

And, to her obvious dismay, on the for you page was a picture of the ARMS Grand Prix awards ceremony, with Spring Man wearing his belt and another with his friends around him. It was posted by the ARMS League, captioned "A brand new ARMS champion is born!"

Below that, Spring Man had also commented "thanks everybody! Love y'all!"

Dr Coyle glowered as she immediately clicked the "Not interested" button.

"Goddamn, his triumphant look revolts me. Toothpaste hair boy must've found a five leaf clover," she growled, closing the app and switching off her phone, "I only got unlucky. There's no earthly way I could ever be defeated. I don't see any method he could've used to defeat my Hedlok either."

Spring Man, being the first fighter of the League, was also on the first page of the papers she had been reading. Her gaze fell on it, and her eyes tapered fiercely at it.

"I shall teach this pipsqueak a lesson," she mumbled.

"Dr Coyle," came a voice outside.

"What?" she asked, slightly annoyed.

"It's ready."

This instantly lit up Coyle's eyes. The corners of her mouth turned upwards, and she slid open the doors of her office, then stepped down the hallway and into the main room.

All the other ARMS Laboratories workers were there. They watched as Dr Coyle sat down at one end of the long table. The employee then slid her a clipboard with a contract waiting to be signed. She smirked at it before clicking a pen and signing it.

Skidding her chair a few feet away from the table so she could stand up, the rad scientist scanned the room with everybody in it looking at her.

It was official. "ARMS Laboratories are now conjoined with the ARMS League," she said, piecing her words carefully together. Before continuing, she glanced down at the contract again, which listed all the terms and conditions. The "agree" box was ticked with her signature below it.

"I, Dr Coyle, am officially now the head of both departments."

The workers slowly nodded and trailed her as she walked out of the room, snickering to herself.