Hurricane // Danger Days (Book 2)

04.

"Salutations!"

The crowd screamed in response.

"My name's Mad Gear, but you probably already knew that since you came to see me."

They all laughed.

"This is actually a very special show. Two years ago today, Missile Kid and I performed here with the Fabulous Four. It ended up being their last show."

The crowd went silent.

"I'm here to honor them tonight, and to remind all of you to keep fighting and stay alive, even when it seems like you don't have anything else to live for."

The crowd shouted louder than they ever had. Someone began chanting, "KILLJOYS NEVER DIE!" and soon the rest of the crowd was screaming those words to the sky.

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"I like him," Val shouted to his friends over the din.

"Thanks for bringing us, Sunset!" Volume said.

Sunset grinned. "No problem! I love Mad Gear's music."

They had gone to the concert despite Storm's protests. Sunset honestly had no idea why he didn't like Val.

Volume whooped when the next song started. "Why the hell would BLI want to get rid of this?"

"I honestly don't know," Sunset replied, struggling to be heard over the noise. "They think that individuality causes problems... I dunno."

"To hell with BLI!" Val screamed.

"Your brother plays music, right?" Volt asked. Sunset nodded. "Why don't he and the General play up there? They sounded awesome!"

"They're missing a bassist," Sunset replied sadly. "Don't bring it up to Al."

"Why n—"

"Don't ask."

The three of them focused on the music once again.

"They say 'stay in your lane, boy,'
lane boy,
but we go where we want to,
they think this thing is a highway,
highway,
but will they be alive tomorrow?"

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"They received our message," Cola informed the General.

Alien raised an eyebrow. "And?"

"Grenade Shock sent a reply. She said that her and her brother agree to meet to arrange a treaty."

Alien looked surprised. "Really? Okay! Where and when?"

"Uh, General?"

"What's up, Cola?"

"Are you sure we can trust them?" Cola looked really worried.

Alien sighed. "Is there anything else we can do? I'm not trusting them completely, but we have to try and give them a chance. If it goes bad, it goes bad. We'll just have to bring backup. Anyways, where and when?"

"They said—" Cola's voice cracked, "—the Four's diner. 1300 hours tomorrow."

"Destroya," Alien groaned, "They never stop taunting us, do they? Well, I guess we'll just have to go out there then."

"Hey, General?"

"Yeah?"

"Why doesn't Storm have a rank of any kind? He has amazing leadership skills."

Alien considered this. "Honestly, I have no idea. I didn't want to do anything drastic for a while, he was still getting over... you know."

"Why don't we ever say their names?" Cola queried. "I think we should, you know, give them some respect."