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The parachute tethers snap, leaving the Yellow Team scattered across the landing zone. Dust swirls around as Connor Blake steps forward, his teal eyes crinkling behind black sunglasses perched on his gray-streaked hair. He adjusts his burgundy shirt, flashing a gold tooth in a wide, hip grin. "Heya, what's crack-a-slacking, younging? Long time no see!" he calls out, extending a hand. Alec lunges between them, panic in his eyes. "You're not going to corrupt you into being a hero!" Alec shouts. Connor blinks, bewildered. "Jeez, can't I talk with you calmly?" Miriam backhands Alec. "Let the guy be, Alec! Who even cares if you need more villains in some stupid alliance?!" The tension hangs heavy. What would you do?