<div align="center">(https://www.logolynx.com/images/logolynx/0a/0a5da33bd3352229dc24d61e4d6e4899.jpeg)</div><div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/3ibRLkx.jpg?1)</div><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"><strong>WEARING:</strong> Pictured<br/><strong>NAME:</strong>  (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=309416.msg15035995#msg15035995)<br/><strong>DAY:</strong> Sunday, August 23<br/><strong>TIME:</strong> 9:00 PM<br/><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Secret Sanctuary—&gt; Beatriz da Costa’s living room <br/><strong>CONTENT: </strong> Trying to Wingman, Inspired Creation, Eco-Love<br/><strong>TAGGING:</strong> All Mission 2 Members, Fire</span><br/><hr/><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"> An eyebrow raised underneath Virgil's mask when Fire told them her "job" for this mission was mainly Flash showing her a good time. He wasn't upset she wasn't going to be lending them a helping hand up close and personal for the various reasons mentioned. No. What he was upset about was that apparently, one of the smartest men he knew and one of the few scientists he legitimately looked up to...was such a scaredy-cat. <em>Fire</em>! The international supermodel and one of the sexiest superheroes in the world was on him like...like rice and beans...a staple of the Brazilian cultural cuisine.<br/><br/> Stepping into the other room for a moment, he turned his comm to a private channel and hailed flash. "Flash. Listen here, man. Fire wants to jump your bones so hard I can feel the sexual tension through my suit. Now I might not be able to catch you, but as your friend I will find a way to slow you to a crawl and drag your ass all the way to Brazil if I have to. You don't get lucky with a woman like that and not capitalize on it. The hell's wrong with you, man? You're literally smarter than this...now we can get back to the mission. Static out." Clearing his throat as he came back into the room, his eyes widened while Huntress was talking, and he threw a finger high shouting <br/><br/>"Huntress, you're a Genius!!" as he did. Then he fell to the floor cross-legged and slung his equipment bag around into his lap. While everyone currently in the room was aware of his work with S.T.A.R. Labs, aside from Rocket, he wasn't sure if any of them knew just how smart he was. Like, Batman and other genius Leaguers ask him for help solving things and building things. So his mad scientist routine may have freaked a few people out, but once he got into his flow, he didn't even focus on them.<br/><br/> Anyone looking would see what seemed to be controlled chaos. Him grabbing something, tearing it open, pouring out the parts, and then throwing the casing away. For a few minutes he just tore things down and made new things out of them. When he was done, he stood back to his feet and started tossing black orbs to people. "Again, thank you Huntress for inspiring me to make <em>these</em> babies. They're chaff grenades. Pull the pin and toss em like a normal grenade, and when they go off, they send supercharged metal shavings into the air, causing a temporary catastrophic effect in all unshielded, nearby technology.<br/><br/> Communications will go haywire. Cameras will show nothing but static. Stuff like that. I've juiced em' up so that the effect is a few minutes. Icon's team can use one or two to keep their guys busy while he knocks out comms for good. And we can use them in the base. I did some calculations and if I'm right," he paused and looked around, like he was confirming with everyone that he was indeed correct. "Then that volcano out there occasionally fucks with their tech. It gives off so much energy that from time to time I guarantee it screws with their comms and all that good stuff. So the chaff has a natural excuse. No one should even think twice about them. <em>And</em> they're environmentally friendly."<br/><br/><br/></span><br/>