Board Thread:Talkplays/@comment-7637833-20150628193821/@comment-7637833-20151123052625

((I'm not late what are you talking about))

"Sooo," Reverb said. "What's our next move, Boss-croc?"

The trio were residing an a rooftop, scouting the city while planning their next course of action. They had chosen to sit up here while they ate some food they managed to steal - very delicious rolls and buns laced with cinnamon and other toppings. The bat was grateful for this, for it showed that their "boss" cared about them greatly.

"I'm thinking..." came Nightbeat's reply. He was sitting down on the edge, looking out over the city. He appeared thoughtful, as if mulling something over.

Decibel, meanwhile, was off to the side, enjoying a cinnamon bun quietly. She tended to do this a lot - her being a mute meant she couldn't really engage in discussions much, so instead she listened silently while others spoke. She didn't mind, really - if needed, she could just use sign language to get her teammates' attention.

"Done thinking yet?" Reverb said impatiently.

Nightbeat didn't respond for a second, before turning around and putting his feet back on the floor of the roof, approaching the stereo he usually carried. "You guys remember those two from last night?" he inquired to his teammates as he picked it up.

Both nodded. "'Course I remember, man," Reverb said.

"...I wonder if they're still around. They could be a real asset to us."

Reverb snorted. "You serious? Boss, they'll probably just get in our way. You know what you sai-"

"-'We're better on our own', yadda yadda, I know," the crocodile interrupted, "but this is different. They have some weird powers... I bet they could help us somehow."

"...well... what do we do, then?" the bat questioned. Decibel had stood up this point and was beside him, looking just as curious as him.

"We find them if we can, and see what they want with our guy," Nightbeat answered, and was about to say more when a cry from below pierced the air.

"HELP!" came the voice of what sounded like an old woman. Nightbeat rushed over to the edge and saw what appeared to be a few crooked policemen harassing an old lady.

"Shut up and hand it over!" one of them demanded, looking irritated.

"Taggers, let's go!" the crocodile said to his teammates, leaping over the edge. Decibel and Reverb glanced at each other, before following suit.