“Damn it.” Ted grunts, kicking the forcefield that formed the cell you, Michael, and Ted were all trapped in.

Classic Michael. One slip up from his end lead to the three of you getting captured, stripped of your tech and metahuman-ability-regulated. Now you’re imprisoned with two gloryhound meatheads.

“You just had to go off on your own, didn’t you, Michael?” Ted scowls.

“You would be ash if I didn’t!” He counters.

It seems you’re the only one who knows how the story really went.