Punched in the face, and you're to blame [Danny]

"Yeah, I got knocked into unconsciousness so much...just sorta got over it." Zeta quipped, massaging his nose while looking down to Ryan offered him a wave when mentioned by Danny. Danny was right in driving, as Ryan had no idea how to do that, but his crashing skills were excellent. So the three were making their escape attempt. Sliding the large metallica object into the back of the van, Zeta stepped into the back while Ryan took his seat  in shotgun. Strapping in like a responsible test tube baby, they could do their get away.

"Cool." He said in response to Danny's little construct trick. Zeta poked his head through a little opening from the back of the van.

"I wonder if this thing has GPS." He muttered, before his eyes fell upon...a GPS. Well Alpha had thought of everything, as all he had to do was turn the thing on and set the destination. "Alright, that's done." Now that his part of the job was done, Aaron popped back into the back and fiddled with his phone. From there they would need to find the next creep warehouse to meet with Alpha at.

Danny put this vehicle into gear. No way would her driver's ed teacher complain about her style this time. Maybe driving with a twelve year old would actually make a better driver in this- "Crap!" She hit the brakes with all of her force. "Seatbelts!" The warning only really went to one person as the shift in weight would cause some harm to anyone in the back of the van riding with the deadly equipment.

"Wait?" A few miles separated Danny from the mistakes she previously made. "We're going to another creepy warehouse? How many of those does he own? Did he get like a six pack of them at VillainCo or something?" The vehicle continued on the road as more distance kept the dangers of the company they infiltrated behind them. "I swear, his face just wants to get punched or something."

Headlights lit up the side of the warehouse's wall. No one in particular could be seen from her vantage, but Danny hoped at least two people were in the building. Actually, she would rather just get Tsukimi back and not see Alpha, but the reality of that sat somewhere between believing your dog actually went to a farm upstate and that all children really are special. "Well. Let's get this over with."

The sudden stop would have caused some pain for a certain Zeta, he had not managed to catch himself.Well, he still hurt himself, but the damage itself was nothing compared to what it could have been. "VillainCO....I wonder if that's actually a thing." Zeta muttered to himself, whipping out his phone and surfing the internet to find that....it was an actual thing. "Well they don't have six packs of warehouses, but they do come in sets of four." Well, maybe Alpha did shop on this thing or maybe that was just a really odd coincidence. While Zeta did his villainous shopping, well they arrived at the creepy warehouse, where Ryan was expecting Alpha to be waiting. Well if this was what he thought it was, otherwise they were going to end up meeting with the Russian mob.

Undoing the seatbelt, Ryan stepped out of the vehicle and opened the back door to let Zeta, and the stolen machine out. Considering that it was a little too large for anyone else to lift, well he made use of that telekinetic talent of his to move it. "I got it." He said, letting Danny lead them into the warehouse. Unlike the last time they all met up in a warehouse, Alpha didn't have any couches to sit on. Just a chair that the tired up Tsukimi was sitting in.

"Huh, you actually didn't blow anything u...." His eyes went from Danny to Ryan, who offered him an enthusiastic wave. This was followed by a facepalm.  

"Hi dad."

"H...hello Ryan. Aaron, what's he doing here? Isn't Luke supposed to be keeping him at the penthouse?"

"Can we do this later? We're in the middle of a hostage exchange." Zeta suggested, motioning to Tsukimi and then Danny.

"Anyway, now that you have the machine. I'll keep up my end of the deal and release your friend." He said, telekinetically cutting the females bindings.

The last few hours felt uncomfortable for a number of different reasons. The ropes were too tight, the chair offered no support, the cheerleading outfit didn't offer any legs to cushion the metal chair- and worst of all, Tsukimi ran out of ideas for 'I Spy'. "I Spy, something clear." The answer stood right in front of her, offering a glimpse of the fake cheerleading infiltrator. The answer this time was 'window'. The answer last time was 'window'. Tsukimi used 'window' five times for her 'I spy'. She used her shoes once, the floor twice, and one time, she threw everyone through a loop and used the frame on the window. "I know we're enemies and all, and my sister hates you, but this is fairly fun. If for any reason I am needed to stop you from performing evil acts, I will end you though. Have you thought of not being evil?"

Danny opened the door and flipped her seat belt off. Just a few more unpleasant moments and Danny could get her friend, possibly find out more about this item, and ultimately change out of this pant suit. "What a creep." It still rang true. Letting small children carry heavy things became a rather odd behavior for Danny. Just how to hone this skill wouldnever be taught at schools or in dojos, but Danny definitely earned an A+ to get her black belt in this particular art. "Hey Suzy."

"Hey Danny. This has been mostly unpleasant." Tsukimi sat back in her chair, resting her wrists in a way to keep them from rubbing too harshly against the ropes.

"Yeah, we didn't blow anything up, and we had a stowaway. Here's your dumb machine. Can I have my friend-" Travis kept his part of the deal before Danny could even ask, letting Tsukimi out of her chair with little resistance. "You owe her an ugly sweater." Danny poked Aaron in the chest.

"I don't want an ugly one. Just get me one with stripes that have a different cat on each of them. It does need to have at least five cats."

"Yeah, get her that ugly ass sweater."

"What?!" Tsukimi looked in astonishment behind her. "There was so much stuff on the other side to look at! I could have used something other than 'window' for I Spy. That's a penis move."

"Oh, Suzy, goddammit. She means, and I really hope I'm correcting her, dick move."

"Yeah, dick move." Tsukimi wanted revenge. Danny wanted to leave. Breaking out into a fight would most likely end with the two of them tied up, so Danny went the more diplomatic way.

"I hope your machine sucks and blows up." Danny really did. "What does this dumb thing even do?"

"We don't need to know his evil plan. We just need to know its evil. Therefore he's-"

"Oh my god Suzy, you need to shut the Hell up before you write checks we can't cash." The ire of Tsukimi washed over Danny reflecting a painting in which the shore paid the waves no attention and kept talking to a guy with a machine. "Let's just be mature about this. We're going to leave now and tell Bliss."

"I...owe her a sweater." Aaron parroted, though his tone suggested him questioning that more than anything else. Well, not like it would really eat a hole within his budget or anything like that. Ryan however, well he was just taking everything in with a silent enthusiasm that one would expect of a child, with hands buried in his pockets as his eyes just scanned the room. With a thought, the machine would levitate inches above the ground over to Alpha before being set before him with a definitive metallic clunk. With the machine now before him, Travis knelt down to examine it to be sure that nothing had been done to damage it.

"That went better than I thought." In his mind a broken nose was better than he thought, but then again considering how his interactions with Danny went, it was better. Aaron would then make some distance between himself and Danny before she decided that his face needed punching again.

That was when something clicked to Ryan, or rather it finally made sense within his head. "Oh, you're Danny." He said finally, sounding like a child meeting a celebrity. "I heard a lot about you. Mostly about how you punch my dad in the face and beat my family up." This may have not sounded that great, however his tone suggested that was something amazing. "You're in that um....pro...prod..Prodigy group thing, right?" Now that the tense portion of everything was done, well Ryan would do what it was that they did.

"Oh" Danny began it as a question, but then let some arrogance slide in. "Yeah. I do the punching." The air popped as she cracked her knuckles in a display of her prowess, forgetting the fact Ellen locked her in a closet a few hours ago. This kid actually looked up to her. Not from the ground after a punch like Zeta either. This kid held Danny in some regard. "Prodigy. We're talented young people who want to do good and help others." They did not make greeting cards for telling a kid his dad was a supervillain. "Your dad is, well-"

"A jerk." Tsukimi butt in as they descended the stairs towards Danny's car.

"For sure, but he's kind of not a jerk. In some ways. I don't know; it's complicated. Stay in school kid, or hit me up sometime. Zeta has my number, but if he calls me, I'll kill him." Danny and Tsukimi walked out the doors to the warehouse where Danny left her Camaro.

"He owes me a sweater!"

"Yeah, he owes Suzy an ugly ass sweater!"

She did the punching, well that  described perfectly what he had heard about Danny. Sure, the idea of someone hitting his family normally wasn't fine with him, but then again he was going through that phase where violence was cool. Doing good and helping others, well it sounded like a good thing. Enough so that it caught his interest, maybe that was just the more good inclined member of his family rubbing off on him, even Aaron to some degree. In the end Danny ended up saying something along the lines of calling her when he wanted to include himself in the whole Prodigy thing. Sure, he had heard people refer to his dad as a jerk but then again having more than one was always confusing. "Cool." He said under his breath, turning on his heels now that Danny had made her exit.

Alpha was still tinkering around with the machine, seemingly enrapt within his work, only lightly turning his attention towards Ryan once they drew close enough. With a thought, Aaron's cell phone seemed to fly from their pocket and land within Ryan's hand. "Hey.." They then began to dig through the contacts until he found the number, pulling out his own phone and putting the number into that.

"Lookin for a number." He said pocketing his cellphone. "Can we go home now? I'm hungry."

"Aaron, take him to the penthouse. There should be something to eat there. Don't let him run away again, or I'll do something about it." Travis said with a dismissive wave of his hand, letting them go do their own thing.