YH V2 (Pt 6/10) My fave Issue!

Young Heroes Vol 2 - Issue #6 "Snowdrop and the Blizzard"

 

*Firework and Saltire made their way to the location of the sibling criminals, Snowdrop & Blizzard. Firework didn't know much about them except for them having ice/cold powers, they tended to be the most dangerous villains. But these two criminals were different to the regulars, it was mentioned in the mission dossier but he may have left it on the bus. He remembered something to do with them being expert hackers? Whatever, all he had to do was get Blizzard to help them with something, but he hoped Saltire knew what to do. *

 

Firework: "Yo, what we gotta do?"

 

Saltire: "Yea divnay cane fit teh dee?"

 

Firework: "Uh. No?"

 

Saltire: "Yer an affah laddie! Weh need to find oot aboot eh Polar Brithers."

 

*Firework is so grateful for his mask to hide his completely clueless look about what the hell Saltire just said. He picked out ”Polar Brothers“ and that was it. Guess he will just ask Blizzard to find out about them and what they're up to.

Eventually he and Saltire reach the inside of the building and look up the set of stairs and he sighs. He remembered the siblings being on the top floor, damn he wished he could fly. Like Hope or Guardia- wait what?! He stares at Saltire as he hovers up in the air and begins to fly up the stairs.*

 

Firework: "Whoa, whoa! Give me a lift!"

 

Saltire: "Da be a wuss!"

 

*Around 5 minutes later Firework reaches the top panting, he holds onto the railing lifting up his mask sweating through it. He looks at Saltire who seems to be playing a game on his phone and holds back the urge to hit him, although if he had the strength he would've. Firework knocks on the door pulling his mask down and he hears someone approach, probably peeking through the peephole. The handle turns and the door opens slightly where a girl with blonde hair glares at them.*

 

Saltire: "Far is Blizzard?"

 

Firework: "Let me do the talking. Yo girl, we need to talk to Blizz is he in?"

 

*The girl eyes burn with anger and that's when Firework notices the roots of her hair turning ice white and paint its way down to the ends. Her fingertips around the door begin to excrete wisps of frozen air as the door its self begins to ice over under her touch, Firework and Saltire back up quickly watching her step out towards them. Firework knew she was a criminal but he didn't know that she was a killer, guess he should have read that that mission file after all.*

 

Snowdrop: "He's not here."

 

Firework: "Well I mean, we know he is. So..."

 

Saltire: "... let us see him."

 

Firework: "Yo, we just wanna chat."

 

*Snowdrop shoots one last ice-cold glare that literally sends shivers down Fireworks spine, it's then he realizes it's absolutely freezing around him. She must've been lowering the temperature gradually as they were talking, probably to slow them down or make it easier to use her powers. Smart. She opens the door and leads the way letting him and Saltire follow. Their apartment is also cold, every room, what's with that? They expecting someone to attack, did they know he and Saltire were coming?*

 

Snowdrop: "Sorry, we don't feel the cold. So why pay for heat, am I right?"

 

Saltire: "Aye, you're quite right lass."

 

Firework: "Don't get much visitors then?"

 

Snowdrop: "Obviously."

 

*She rolls her eyes and opens the door to a bedroom littered with tech like an Apple Store was attacked. On the top bunk bed is a young teen probably just over 15, his hair blonde just like his sisters. However, he's not got his powers ready so it's not iced white like hers. His face lights up when he sees us and he jumps down from his bed giddy and looks at his sister with a big grin on his face.*

 

Snowdrop: "Snowflake, this is... Scot and um, Flamey. They're superheroes."

 

Blizzard/Snowflake: "W-Whoa! Cool, they came to see us?! Wait... are we in trouble? Oh no, Mrs. Mercedes changed her mind?!"

 

Snowdrop: "No, no, Snowflake. We're okay. In fact, these heroes want to talk to you, they need your help, don't you guys?"

 

Firework: "Well..."

 

Saltire: "Aye we do laddie. Fit you cane aboot the Polar Brithers with the M-Pill?"

 

*Blizzard runs to his laptop smiling like a kid on Christmas and begins to attack the keyboard with his fingertips with a relentless barrage of typing. His eyes reflect the screen as he stares at the various codes and encryption on the screen probably bypassing all sorts of security. Firework steps in close to lean over his shoulder to view the screens more clearly but Snowdrop blocks him off with her iced hand reached out ready to give him the worst frostbite of his life, what a weird situation these guys are in. Criminal sister and by the sounds of it innocent smart brother yet under A.N.G.E.L. protection? In a few minutes, Blizzard swivels around on his seat with a large grin spread across his face.*

 

Saltire: "Fit did you find oot? Anything?"

 

Blizzard/Snowflake: "No, I found out everything! The Polar Brothers are getting the M-Pill from people and making it into weapons then selling them to T.O.X.I.N. They then reverse the M-Pills power nullifying effects into making average humans into Metas."

 

 

 

Done