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The parachute lines whip loose, leaving the Yellow Team strewn across the blown-out landing zone. Grit hangs in the air, catching the late sun. Connor Blake steps through the haze, his teal eyes squinting behind sunglasses pushed into his gray-streaked hair. He adjusts the collar of his burgundy shirt, a gold tooth flashing in a broad, easy grin as he extends a calloused hand. "Heya, what's crack-a-slacking, youngster? Feels like a lifetime." Before your fingers can meet his, Alec throws himself between you, face flushed with alarm. "Don't you dare try to twist you into some hero!" he snarls. Connor blinks, hands rising slowly. "Whoa. Can't a guy just talk?" Miriam's palm cracks against the back of Alec's skull. "Leave it, Alec! Nobody cares about your villain headcount." The silence that…