The night had gone on long, and Techno had once more lost sight of that damned Vigilante they had been trailing and tracking the last few nights. He could hear Phil saying something in his com, but he was too busy scanning the surrounding rooftops. After a few seconds, he sighs and taps his earpiece.

"Repeat that, Angel?" He asked with his signature monotone voice. The crackle of radio filled the earpiece as Phil repeated himself.

"I'd say we call if a day, Blade. We'll catch him next time." Phil said in a soft, worried tone. Techno merely chuffed in response, hearing Wilbur say something snarky over the coms. He disregarded it, preoccupied with his thoughts.

|| Time skip ||

Techno enters his favorite cozy hole-in-the-wall coffee shop the next morning, looking groggy and feeling like shit. He was still hung up over that damned Vigilante. While he wasn't upset with their actions, the government was and heroes had to get paid somehow.