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The team rushed into the secret HQ, carrying Alice, who was still badly injured. They took her to the ER, where a doctor and a nurse started to operate on her. Johndoe Harrison, their mentor and former ranger, followed them, looking worried and angry.
Johndoe Harrison paced the room in disappointment, his fury radiating like the desert sun at high noon. "You disobeyed a direct order, Hank! This ain't some dojo kata, this is protecting Yethur! That warehouse contained important shit the citizens needed and what did you do?!"
Hank, redder than his suit at that moment, clenched his fists. "Master, we wouldn't be in this mess if Eunice and Fred hadn't gone rogue! The mission was compromised, they forced our hand!"
Johndoe barked a humorless laugh. "So, what, you're blameless? You couldn't control your team? Looks like the mantle's too heavy for your shoulders, boy!" With that, Johnny stormed out, the door slamming shut with a finality that echoed in the tense silence.
The remaining rangers stood frozen, the air thick with accusation and blame. Hank's fury exploded. "This is all your fault! If you two hadn't played cowboys, we wouldn't be in this mess!"
Eunice, ever the viper, flicked her hair. "Oh, please, leader boy. We saved your butts back there. You're welcome."
Fredrick, with a sneer worthy of a villain, added, "Yeah, your plan sucked anyway. Too slow, too safe. We brought some excitement to the party!"
Albert, ever the logic bomb, chimed in, "Excitement nearly got us all killed. And what about Alice? She risked her neck for you two clowns!"
Hank slammed his fist onto the table, the metal groaning under the impact. "This is on you, Eunice! You had one job, create a diversion, not turn it into a demolition derby!"
Eunice, leaning against the wall with a defiant smirk, met his gaze. "Oh, honey, let's not pretend your by-the-book plan wouldn't have landed us all flat on our butts in the back of a bandit truck. We improvised, made it exciting!"
Fredrick, with a feral grin splitting his face, chimed in, "Eunice's right. We added some spice to the mission! You wanna play heroes, Hank? Go stand in the corner and recite ancient ranger proverbs. We'll handle the real action out there."
Albert, running a hand through his disheveled hair, snorted. "Real action? You call nearly getting us all vaporized by your reckless antics 'real action'? You just proved why impulsive brute force gets people killed!"
Eunice spun on him, eyes flashing. "Oh, so suddenly Mr. Predictable can talk about getting killed? Where were you when we were taking hits out there, Einstein? Hiding behind your energy shields, calculating the odds of survival?"
