Fun, fun…fun…

First day on the job. First dispatch. First time dealing with these lots of idiots who knew nothing but complained, make jokes, take nothing seriously — he wondered why they even chose to become heroes instead. These formers villains chose to sign up and be apart of this whole thing.

Less than welcoming to every dispatcher assigned to them, driving them away to quitting, a bunch of—

That was the first day. And hell, he made through it. Somehow.

Second day…he hope there’s some god out there who can save him. Or give him some patience because these idiots were talking over the comm channel again.

Adjusting the mic of his headset, he wanted to bang his head on the keyboard of this weird, old, vintage-style blocky computer. Slam his forehead on the keyboard and maybe have a few keys sticking to his forehead spelling how he was being driven to exhaust by their complaints when he guides and leads them to a problem.

But he knows there’s not enough letters on the keyboard to spell what he wanted to say to this group.

Pinching the bridge of his nose, he inhaled through his nose and exhaled out his mouth. Calming himself down before resting his hand on the keyboard as his other hand moved his mouse to click the next emergency alert.

”Help! I dropped my phone and keys down the drain!”

Seriously? Sometimes Robert couldn’t help but wonder how…little time these people have to continually need help from a hero for mundane things. On his first day, someone’s bidet was spraying uncontrollably for one of the emergency…

But he couldn’t say anything. These subscribers paid them for this. To fight crime and…broken toilets.

Shaking his head, Robert dispatched one of the members in Z-Team to handle that drain problem, instructing and leading them not without the former villain complaining in the midst of it. Talking about how they were not some fishing line that hooked useless treasures…

Rolling his eyes, he focused on his task and dispatched another to another pop up of trouble, repeating the process. It was a fairly simple and easy job, so he couldn’t complain much…

Well…

“Ugh…” With a groan, Robert watched through the surveillance cameras as a simple task had gone wrong. Again.

Why couldn’t they just listen to him? And — great. There they go again, talking over in the comms like it was a hangout—

“Guys, please. Focus and stop talking over in the channel—haha, funny. Remember, I am here to make your lives easier—what? No…gods..”

Now he looks like an idiot at his desk. Arguing and trying to rein in these ex-villains like children. He could hear Chase scoff from his desk right by his own — the former hero already cussed a storm on him and his team on the first day and last thing he wanted was another cussing storm.

Shaking his head, Robert refocused, staring at his computer screen.