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The silence is shattered by an incoming transmission, the crackle of the static far too loud in the quiet shop. Tommy raises an eyebrow—only a handful of people had his frequency, and even then, only D and Cherri ever really called him.

“Tommy.”

Tommy blinks. He knows the voice—kinda difficult to forget Kobra Kid after he and Cherri nearly destroyed his shop trying to fight off a BLI raid. After only a moment of hesitation, Tommy hits the talk button. “Kid?”

“Tommy,” Kobra pants. “You remember all the times you said you owed me one? I’m callin’ in all those favors now.”

Labored breathing. Shaky, pained voice. Tommy cuts right to the chase. “Kid, I need you to tell me what’s going on.”

The silence is shattered by an incoming transmission, the crackle of the static far too loud in the quiet shop. Tommy raises an eyebrow—only a handful of people had his frequency, and even then, only D and Cherri ever really called him.

“Tommy.”

Tommy blinks. He knows the voice—kinda difficult to forget Kobra Kid after he and Cherri nearly destroyed his shop trying to fight off a BLI raid. After only a moment of hesitation, Tommy hits the talk button. “Kid?”

“Tommy,” Kobra pants. “You remember all the times you said you owed me one? I’m callin’ in all those favors now.”

Labored breathing. Shaky, pained voice. Tommy cuts right to the chase. “Kid, I need you to tell me what’s going on.”