Megamind had been performing a steak-out. Sitting on the roof of a nearby building. He’d had brain bots watching the place and tonight should have been the night. A gang had been planning on moving very dangerous weapons through his city and he could allow that.Â
The night had dragged on. Too many long nights that he’d been building new machines and tracking this potential shipment. His eyes drooped and he was asleep before he knew it.Â
He was falling …up… the ground disappearing beneath him until Earth was nothing but a marble in the black inkiness of space. His heart seized. No! Nooo! Not again!
Jerking wildly as he awoke, Megamind blinked in confusion at the face that swam into his vision. The expression making it hard to understand who he was looking at, memories blurring together as he tried to put the right name to the face in his half awake state with heart still hammering, “Wha…?”
Syx idly watched her work the equipment and with a tired sigh, answered, “Guns and weapons. The information I intercepted made it seem either experimental or not entirely normal, but they were using slang lingo I’m not familiar with yet,” maybe Harrison and his husband were right about not doing this alone anymore, “I was hoping to find out what exactly tonight.”
She paused what she was doing to look over at him, the wheels almost visibly turning in her mind. She had heard Sheldon speak about weapons like this before.. perhaps not of these ones specifically, but he didn’t like guns either. She made a low noise in her throat, “..I see,” she murmured.Â
Not your problem. She had to remind herself of that, pulling up a video, “Got it,” she urged, frowning as she did a slow fast forward of the day to try to get to the truck she had seen.Â
Raising an eyebrow Megamind scooted closer in the chair, noticing her reaction, “Struggling to stay neutral are we?”Â
Leaning over her shoulder he watched the monitor with an eagle eye. Jabbing at the screen excitedly when some men got out of a truck, “Wait there! Go back!”
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