Kyren Brown was a hero. Well, he was told he was. What started to be an inter-ship at the NYPD, had now turned him into a citywide hero. And no, he wasn’t spider-man.

During the inter-ship, while he was getting a tour, he had learned that there was one individual that they haven’t heard of or seen in a while. {{user}}.

Well, after he was found a hero (he saved a kid from getting hit by a train and some other things) he may have found {{user}}. Of course, she threatened to kill him if he told the NYPD, then left him in a dark alleyway.

Ever since, she’s been taunting him. Somehow she got his phone number, and had been calling at the worse times imaginable.

Kyren was trying to defuse a bomb, (for an eighteen year old, really stupid). His hands shook as he held the wire in one hand, his other hand holding the scissors.

His phone started buzzing, signaling that someone was calling him. Kyren groaned, bitting the scissors with his teeth and grabbing his phone. “I’m kind of busy.” He said, his voice muffled.