#sca1

Their powers are:

Jason - Super strength Ray - Uncanny aim & holding breath indefinitely Sonny - Teleportation Trent - Speak to the dead Brock - Summon tentacled monsters Clay - Convert sound into force Metal - Mind control

Who does know about these idiots and their powers? Blackburn. The man is fucking SUFFERING. He knows exactly what's going on and is not stepping in ONLY because there is a massive betting pool with the s/o's to figure out when they all figure it out.

Trent and Metal know each other's (they're dating), but are under the impression they're the only two and it's.. guys... it's so painful to watch. Their excuses for each other are. So. Bad. It's incredible that neither have them have had the other brought in for an emergency psych checkup.

Also Brian is alive but injured (& dating Clay) because I say so and he's in a Davis role because I also say so, also very much aware of everything that is going on and is LIVING for it.

Brian has a whiteboard with a "Stupid Almost Power Reveal" tally and he's started having to erase previous tallies and just write it in 10s (eg erasing 20 marks and just adding 20 to the written score) because this is... incredible amounts of denial from truly everyone.

Does the rest of DEVGRU have powers? Maybe! Who knows? Not Bravo!! Those guys are OBLIVIOUS. The last time Clay lost his temper and yelled, everything fell off the walls and they thought that a mini-earthquake just Happened to happen at the same time. Blackburn screamed into Lisa's shoulder that night. They also drank A Lot of alcohol.

Trent's sat in the briefing room when the rest of Bravo arrives, looking rather like death warmed up. Jason opens his mouth, presumably to ask him what's wrong, but Trent fixes him with a steely glare over his mug. Brock cracks a grin at the mug; printed on the side is WORLD'S BEST DAD with the DAD being crossed out and Sonny's handwriting scrawling MEDIC next to it. It's old, already in use by the time Brock had joined Bravo, from Trent's Bravo Six days.

Trent sips his black-as-ink coffee and waits for Bravo to settle down. Blackburn and Ellis are running late and so is Metal, it would seem. When all of Bravo is sat, Trent brings the mug away from his mouth.

"When Scott gets here, I get the first say." Perhaps Metal is hiding? Brock wouldn't exactly blame him, because inducing Trent's pre-coffee wrath was rather like wearing a necklace of steak and walking into a cage full of starving lions. An uneasy look passes between Ray and Jason. Behind them, the door clicks open and in walks Metal, a cup of coffee in hand. And he's a sight to see.

A bruise runs from his cheekbone to his temple, purple and black with yellow edges. He locks eyes with Trent and freezes for a second before his hands come up defensively. "I can explain."

"Oh, can you?" The threat in Trent's tone makes Metal wince before he strides up to the table. Written in block letters across the side is SAWYER and Trent accepts it with a glare to rival Metal's signature one. "Can you explain why I had to talk some lovely officers out of arresting you last night?"

That's news to the rest of them, who look over to Metal, who in turn straightens his back and replies with a surprisingly steady "They weren't going to arrest me."

"Scott, you were in the back of a police car."

"Coincidence."

"Oh really!?"

Trent, Ray, Metal and Clay are all sat in a scooby van, cruising away from a quiet in-out op in backcountry Middle East. None of them are quite sure where they are – they stopped caring about the exact location about 20 minutes ago, when they'd exfilled. Jace, Sonny and Brock are sat in the other car. Brock's sat in the wheel of that one, and based on the plume of dust that had shot off the ground then the trio's car had peeled out of the base, Brock wasn't being kind to the gas pedal.

Trent was much more sedate, instead focusing his energy on arguing across the car to Metal, who's sat in the back, feet kicked up on the seat in front of him. Ray's sat in the passenger, eyes fixed on the road but grin giving him away as listening to the argument. Clay's feet are resting atop Metal's knees, leant back to a nearly horizontal position.

"No no no, you don't get to tell me about Mrs Gertrude, I'm the one that lives next to her, and besides-"

"Mrs Gertrude is a lovely lady and I'm not even certain that you know the code to get into your house, how would you even know about-"

"Scott so help me god, you better not be about to get all high and mighty with me about knowing codes-"

A sudden flash of light and heat and pain.

The first thing Trent becomes aware of is the lack of light, then pain searing a line across his back. He rolls onto his side and suddenly light fills his vision.

Wait. It's night time. How is there light?

His eyes focus more, and he makes out the shape of the van they were just in, on its side, flames coming out of the side that's been ripped open by... something. A shadow crosses his vision and he sees Ray's soot-stained face looming in front of him, hand fisting in his jacket to pull him up. Trent scrambles to his feet as Ray starts talking, yelling above the ringing in both their ears.

"Clay and Metal are still inside! You grab Metal!"

Trent nods, and together they run towards the overturned van. Ray makes it first, Trent slowed by pain searing across his back. The handle, previously plastic, is now a molten mass on the back of the van. Ray grabs it first, gloves pushing into the still-hot plastic. Smoke billows out of the hole in the side of the car and Trent thinks 'oh, it might have been a bomb' before he joins Ray in pulling apart the doors.

They both jump back when a hand bangs on the glass, smearing the soot painting the inside of the window. It slams against the window again, and Trent can tell words are being yelled, but they're distorted by the roaring flames bursting out of the side of the van's open side and the ringing in Trent's ears. Ray's hearing must be slightly better since he yells back.

"We're coming! We're getting the door open now!" A moment of silence, then an answering sound. Ray's back onto pulling the remnants of the handle before the noise even stops. Trent starts again with renewed vigour because one of his brothers is alive in there.

The door suddenly CLUNKs, and both of them have to jump back as gravity forces the door to the floor. They both surge forwards, pulling their respective person out. Clay scrambles out, practically leaping into Ray's arms when he reaches out to help pull Clay out of the van. Trent latches onto Scott's jacket much as Ray had grabbed him, pulling with all his might, managing to get Scott's legs out from under the metal they were pinned by. Scott lands on the floor with a sound of pain but Trent pulls him further and further away, only stopping when the pair are around 20 feet from the van; level with where Ray is checking Clay.

Scott coughs for a few moments before talking. "You know, that was a bit like last Tuesday when you-"

Blackburn looks over his team. The back end of a Gucci mission, all but a few hours from getting on their plane home. The base they were set up on was set up next to a pebble beach, so Bravo had made a unanimous decision to spend their last few hours on the base sat around sunning.

Sonny and Ray were both sat in the surf, quietly discussing a home improvement Ray was planning on. Trent, Metal and Jason had commandeered a chair from… somewhere, and were all in various states of reclining. Jason was half watching the pair sat in the water, half watching Brock and Clay sat together stroking Cerberus.

Metal was trying to talk to Trent, who’s lying with his eyes closed. Metal lets out a good natured sigh and looks out into the horizon.

Brock nudges Clay. "I think Trent and Metal are having an argument." Clay raises his eyebrows. "Why?"

Metal furrows his eyebrows and Brock raises his voice to say "Metal, penny for your thoughts!"

Scott's attention snaps to Brock, and he gives a grin before opening his mouth to speak. He's cut off by Trent, who announces "Dollar to shut up!", keeping his eyes closed.

Jason turns to his medic, along with Brock. They both raise their eyebrows at Trent, who makes a dismissive hand motion. They both turn to Metal who makes a what-can-you-do gesture and reaches into Trent’s backpack, pulling out his extensive medpack to be able to remove Trent’s wallet.

He pulls a twenty out first, a sly grin on his face. Without looking over or even opening his eyes, Trent quickly reprimands him “Don’t even think about taking my twenty, Scott. Only one dollar.”

"So, Trent." Trent pauses from where he's sat writing up what he needs replaced in his med-kit to look up at Jason, humming expectantly.

"What did Metal do to get arrested?"

Trent snorts quietly, putting down his pen. "Technically, he didn't get arrested. But he did-" A hand clamped over his mouth. Metal looks down on Trent, threat plain on his face.

"Don't talk about it." Trent raised a singular eyebrow and his tongue darted out to lick Metal's hand. Metal drew his hand away in annoyance but kept the glare. "Don't you dare tell him."

"What are you going to convince me with?" The glare is returned by Trent, and they begin a staring contest. There's a snort from where Brock, Sonny and Ray are sat in a loose triangle, perpetrator hidden by all three of them looking down at where Cerberus is trying to lick Clay's nose while Clay tries to keep his face clean. It's unclear which pair the snort is directed at.

Jason turns his attention back to Metal and Trent when Metal begins to negotiate Trent's silence.

"I'll buy you a case of beer."

"I had to talk to them at 3 am. 3 A-M."

"I'll buy coffee for a month."

"And?"

"It'll be from that nice place on my way to work."

"Every morning at work?"

"Every single work morning."

A few moments of silence follow.

"Fine. Jace I'm not telling you why Scott was put in the back of a police car out of my house at 3 am."

"Outside your house?"

"Yes." He glared at Metal when he tried to intervene. "Outside of my house at 3 am, that's all you get to know. Now let me finish up before I go into combat missing morphine capsules."