Third Person P.O.V
The crumpled, defeated body of Tidal Wave appeared on the floor of a dark room. She could barely move but, with a trembling hand, reached up for a phone and called.
"Did you do it?" The voice on the other end demanded.
"There were... Complications." She admitted, her voice shaking with fear.
"You have failed again."
"I know - but-but they were stronger than expected. I won't fail next time - I promise you, I swear." She begged.
The voice sighed "Fine. But this is your last chance, okay?"
"Okay, okay, I promise I won't fail!"
"But if you're going to try again, I'm going to be with you every step of the way."
Tidal Wave hesitated.
"Myra?"
"No, yeah, that sounds... Great." Her voice was strained.
"And, Myra? If we're going to this... We're going to need a team."