Team Gadget HQ, The Hangar
You: Everyone in the Jet! We've just been assigned to protect President Frost's daughter Tina. Word is that someone is out to kill her. Amanda: Am I- You: Yes, now everyone on. You too Hannah. Hannah: Whatever bitch. CeCe: I still love you creator! You: Thanks CeCe. Hoodie are you- Hoodie: Already on board. Lizzie: Ello love, will you be joining us today? You: After I make sure everyone's on. Lizzie: Alright then. Bianca: Shanna, are you sure it's safe with me onboard, you know, with my powers and all? You: Let's hope so. Ok, so that just leaves Maddie. Maddie: I'll be watching you like a hawk. You: O-Kay. You board the Jet and prepare for takeoff. The Jet (Cockpit)
Amanda: This thing flies itself. Why are you the pilot and me the the co-pilot? You: Because we need to make sure everything's working correctly. Amanda: That's too bad. Cause I was SOOOOO hoping someone would rub my aching feet for me. She spins in her chair and puts her feet up on the dashboard. You: Control myself... oh damn... S.I.M.O.N.E.! S.I.M.O.N.E.: Yes mistress? You: Fly the Jet please. S.I.M.O.N.E.: Of course mistress. The Jet's AI/Autopilot takes over and you kneel in front of Amanda. Amanda: Good girl. She patronizingly pats you on the head. She puts her high heeled feet in your lap. You: I h-hate you s-so m-much right now. You say as you rip off her heels and bury your face in her soles, inhaling all of her delicious foot stench. She is now stroking your hair like it's a cat. You dont realize, but quite some time has gone by. S.I.M.O.N.E.: We are in White House airspace. You get up from Amanda's feet and scramble to the radio. You: This is Team Gadget requesting permission to land. Air Traffic Control: Team Gadget you are clear to land. You land the jet on one of the helipads and exit to greet President Frost and his high profile target of a daughter. You: Mr. President, it's an honor to meet you. President Frost: You must be Technetia, pleasure to meet you. The two of you shake hands and he leads you and your team to Tina's room. The White House
President Frost: This is where Tina stays. Let no one in, or out. You: Ten-Four. As you walk in, you see two Secret Service Agents take position outside the door, oddly both female. President Frost is a widower though... Tina: So this is the legendary Team Gadget. I liked your outfit from when you we're on Super X better. You: Aren't you charming. Tina: You gotta protect me either way. She sticks her tongue out at you. Bianca: Prissy little airhead blondes, gotta hate em. You: Hey B, at least TRY to be nice to her. Bianca: Fine. She looks at Tina, I'm sorry if I hurt your feelings princess. All of the sudden some teched out terrorists slide down ropes and crash through the windows. You: Everybody take cover! Tina freezes three of the terrorists where they stand. You: You have powers? Tina: Tina Frost. Duh! Two of them sneak up behind Tina and grab her. Tina: That is a very bad idea. Her eyes begin to glow yellow and she blows both of them away with small explosion. The remaining terrorists rush at her and jump on top of her in a dogpile. All of them go flying in all directions as you see Tina standing there, about four feet taller, alot stronger, and alot angrier looking. So she's like Killer Frost, Nitro, and She-Hulk all rolled into one. She shrinks back to normal. Tina: I'm guessing you want answers now? You: That would be nice.
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