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"Well, that's a bold statement." Ian murmured, raising his coffee cup to his lips for the fourth time that minute.

Mike looked behind himself, fixing his friend with a look that could only be described as 'miffed'. "What, bold as in we're usually prepared for this sort of thing?" He asked in a low tone, like he already knew what the answer was going to be.

"No, as in it's bold of you to assume that this team is ever prepared for any of the many insane situations we constantly finagle our way into." Ian replied. He went for another sip, only to realise that he'd completely emptied the chipped blue mug. He even tipped it out, frowning at the few dregs that fell out. "Bollocks. Okay, let's get this over with. What're we looking at?"

The two of them turned back to the threat at hand. "Oh, y'know, just Chronodile."

"Oh, not this dickhead again!" Ian groaned, tossing the mug behind himself absent-mindedly. "I know he's a time traveller and all, but surely even he knows to do the same bit twice. I mean, 'bank robbery in a sandstorm' tends to lose its appeal after a couple of goes around."

"Uh huh." Kid Thor rolled his shoulder, wincing at the stiffness in the joint. "You wanna go first? Pretty sure I pulled a muscle earlier."

The wizard grumbled, something about being 'paid too little for this shit', but eventually nodded. "Yeah, I'll hit him with some hellfire again. Worked last time. We're getting pizza after this, right? We better be."

"Yeah. Actually, y'know what?" He looked back over at Ian. "Take him down all by yourself, and I'll make it chili dogs. The greasy kind, from that lady's truck next to the building."

"You mean Alisha's Dogs?"

"Yeah, that kind. Plus, I'll pay for the extra cheese." Mike briefly raised his eyebrows, hoping to convince his co-worker into taking the brunt of the task.

Ian raised a finger slowly. "You, Michael Olsson, are perhaps the most manipulative bastard I have ever met. And considering the sheer amount of demons I know, that's saying something!" He dropped the point, huffing with an annoyed look on his face. "You've got yourself a deal. Give me ten minutes."

“What could he do? Should’ve been a rock star. But he didn’t have the money for a guitar

What could he do? Should’ve been a politician. But he never had a proper education

What could he do? Should’ve been a father. But he never even made it to his twenties”

in another world where things are a little different….

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