The night air was thick with tension as Captain Nova and Timmy stepped out of the wreckage of the Iron Serpents' hideout. The battle had left its mark—not just on the physical space around them, but on Nova’s spirit. He could still hear Viper's taunts echoing in his mind, twisting his thoughts like a serpent wrapping around its prey.
“Joe, we need a plan,” Timmy said, his voice steady despite the chaos. “They’re going to regroup and come at us harder. We can’t keep fighting like this.”
Nova ran a hand through his hair, frustration bubbling over. “I know that! But what are we supposed to do? Wait for them to strike first?”
“No, but we can gather more information,” Timmy suggested. “Maybe we can find out who their allies are. There’s got to be someone in the city who knows their moves.”
Nova sighed, his shoulders heavy with the weight of responsibility. He couldn’t let Timmy down; he was the last connection to his former self. “Fine, but we need to act quickly. We can’t give them a chance to breathe.”
They made their way to the local diner, a spot frequented by the city’s lowlifes and informants. As they entered, the neon lights buzzed overhead, casting a flickering glow over the booths filled with patrons. Nova and Timmy slid into a booth in the corner, where they could observe the room without being noticed.
“I’ll go talk to the bartender,” Timmy said, his eyes scanning the room. “He’s got connections. If anyone knows anything about Viper and the Iron Serpents, it’ll be him.”
While Timmy approached the bar, Nova’s gaze drifted to the group of shady-looking characters huddled in a booth across the room. They were whispering animatedly, and something about their body language caught his attention. It was then that he noticed the unmistakable mark of the Iron Serpents tattooed on one of their arms.
His instincts kicked in. He had to gather information without revealing himself. He leaned closer, straining to hear their conversation.
“We can’t let Nova get the upper hand again,” one of them hissed. “He’s getting stronger. We need to cut him down before he gets too big for his boots.”
“Viper wants us to distract him,” another replied, “while he works on the real plan. We’ve got something big in the works that will bring him to his knees.”
Nova’s heart raced. Whatever they were planning, it sounded serious. He couldn’t let them know he was listening, but he also needed to warn Timmy.
He quickly signaled to Timmy, who had just finished his conversation with the bartender. Timmy approached, but before Nova could speak, the group at the booth suddenly stood up, heading for the exit.
“We need to follow them,” Nova whispered, adrenaline surging through him.
Without waiting for Timmy’s response, he bolted after the group. He could hear Timmy calling after him, but he was already out the door, focused on the potential lead.
The streets of Valeria were dimly lit, shadows stretching under the flickering streetlights. Nova kept his distance as he tailed the group, his heart pounding in his chest. They turned into a narrow alley, and Nova pressed himself against the wall, peering around the corner.
“Did you hear about the new weapon Viper’s working on?” one of the Iron Serpents said, his voice low and conspiratorial.
“No, what is it?” another replied.
“It’s something big. He’s going to unleash it during the festival tomorrow night. If Nova thinks he can ruin our plans again, he’s dead wrong.”
The mention of the festival made Nova’s blood run cold. It was one of the city’s biggest events, a time for celebration, but it also meant that many civilians would be gathered in one place—making them easy targets.
“We can’t let them do this,” Nova whispered to himself, urgency clawing at him. “I have to stop it.”
Suddenly, the group turned, spotting him lurking in the shadows. “It’s Nova!” one shouted, and chaos erupted. The Iron Serpents scrambled, splitting up and running in different directions.
“Joe, wait!” Timmy’s voice pierced the night as he finally caught up, but it was too late. Nova was already chasing the closest member of the group down the alley, determined to get answers.
“Tell me about the weapon!” Nova demanded as he tackled the Iron Serpent to the ground.
“Get off me!” the thug yelled, struggling beneath Nova’s grip. “I’ll never tell you anything!”
Nova felt a surge of anger, the darkness inside him urging him to assert dominance. “You will tell me! The festival is tomorrow, and I won’t let you hurt anyone!”
“Fine! It’s a bomb!” the thug spat, panic flashing in his eyes. “Viper’s going to blow up the festival to make a statement!”
Nova’s heart sank. He had to act quickly to prevent disaster. “Where is it?”
“I’m not telling you!” the thug shouted defiantly.
Just then, Timmy arrived, breathing heavily. “Joe, we have to think this through. We can’t just torture him for information!”
Nova shot him an exasperated look, torn between his anger and the reality of their situation. “I don’t have time for this, Timmy! People will die!”
With a final shove, he let the thug go, allowing him to scramble to his feet and flee down the alley. “This isn’t over!” Nova shouted after him, frustration boiling over.
“Joe, wait!” Timmy pleaded, grabbing Nova’s arm. “We need a plan. We can’t just rush in. We need to gather more intel before confronting Viper.”
Taking a deep breath, Nova nodded reluctantly. “You’re right. I can’t let my emotions get the best of me. But we have to move fast.”
As they regrouped, Timmy’s expression softened. “We’ll figure this out together. We always do.”
But Nova couldn’t shake the feeling that time was running out. They had to stop Viper before it was too late.
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