AAOOOSC! Junior Powers!

Best-Kept Secret

Later that day, after the four members discussed with the scientist their findings in Brandon, the members have dispersed to do their own business.

Kailer is back in his spot at the countertop in his laboratory with his safety goggles, bandana, latex gloves, and laboratory coat. In his gloved hands is a volumetric flask filled with clear liquid bearing a purple shine.

Behind the flask, its owner has awe-filled eyes at it. "I think I just created a super power," he mutters to himself. He narrows his eyes. "I wanna see if it works..." He stays still for a few moments before his eyes light up. "I got it!"

In an instant, he disappears in a flash of blue energy, leaving his flask behind on the countertop.

BLAM!

The puck slams into the boards, whizzing off into the corner and plopping onto the ice.

From the blue line, Michael is following it with his narrowed eyes. He is now has an addition to his outfit with skater skates, gloves, and his stick.

He nabs another puck from the pile near his skates and cradles it with his eyes on the net decked with corner targets. He launches the puck at the left top corner.

The puck smashes into the target, shattering it, and dives into the net.

"Wooo!!!" Michael raises his gloved hands and stick in the air, celebrating. He then starts going around in small circles in a groovy fashion while singing to himself: "Amazing...Mikey, as epic as a skater can be! Amazing...Mikey—!"

"Cramarossa...!"

Michael immediately halts his celebration and sharply faces where his name was called from.

Standing in the penalty box patiently with his safety goggles, bandana, and laboratory coat is Kailer.

"Doc!" Michael rushes up to him and brakes by the doorway. "What's up?" He leans against his stick while giving him a smirk.

"I bear great news," Kailer tells him with a grin.

His eyebrows shoot up. "Really?" They then fall as he gives him a skeptical expression. "Or are you bluffing again?"

"Nope—" Kailer shakes his head with his eyes closed. "—I am serious this time: I need you to try out powers I have made."

"Which type of powers?"

"Extraordinary powers." Kailer peers to his right and left, before leaning closer to the new member.

The scientist then whispers to him, "Powers beyond your wildest dreams. Powers that are better than all of ours combined. I just need to test it on you to make sure they're viable."

Michael straightens up with an excited look. "Oh yeah! Let's go!" He then steps into the penalty box, sits on the bench, and begins taking off his skates.

A few minutes later, the two are back in Kailer's laboratory. Michael is lying on the patient table right of the countertop. He has an uncertain expression on his face with his fingers interlaced over his stomach.

"Ummm..." Michael darts his eyes. "...so what happened with you not wanting to ruin the team powers?"

Promptly, Kailer steps into his view, busy focusing on extracting the liquid from the flask's thin top into a syringe.

"I actually made that up as an excuse to not give you powers," the scientist explains, looking at his work. "I really didn't want to. But now that I have created this formula that took me ages" —he glances down at him— "I can!"