Too many Xes and Zeroes. Must rectify.
[This is bad. Really, really bad. Red's gonna break fingers if he finds out Axl got himself into trouble again! And what's worse, he doesn't even remember how he got here, but he can tell one thing: we ain't in Megalopolis anymore here.
He's currently wandering around Central Tower's shopping levels, projecting an outside air of calm assurance, glancing casually here and there, stopping near shops to see the wares and otherwise looking like a fish in water.
Inside, he's a complete nervous wreck, and rapid-hailing Red Alert frequency 5 in the hopes one of his bros is going to answer, using codenames obvious to whoever knows of Red Alert.]
[Primary, this's Speed, you read? Primary, c'm' in! Speed here, I'm in a toughie, and it isn't a joke! Cyclone, General, Blaze, Scope? You guys around...?]
He's currently wandering around Central Tower's shopping levels, projecting an outside air of calm assurance, glancing casually here and there, stopping near shops to see the wares and otherwise looking like a fish in water.
Inside, he's a complete nervous wreck, and rapid-hailing Red Alert frequency 5 in the hopes one of his bros is going to answer, using codenames obvious to whoever knows of Red Alert.]
[Primary, this's Speed, you read? Primary, c'm' in! Speed here, I'm in a toughie, and it isn't a joke! Cyclone, General, Blaze, Scope? You guys around...?]