Gojo sat slouched in the GDA interrogation room, sunglasses low on his nose, tossing quips back at Cecil like it was a game.
The stark lights buzzed overhead, and the one-way mirror reflected his smirk as Cecil pressed him about the Guardians' massacre. Meanwhile, miles away at the Teen Team base, the mood was tense.
Rex paced, Eve fidgeted with her hands, and Dupli-Kate leaned against the ping-pong table, all waiting for something to break the silence since Robot's bombshell about the Guardians.
Then Robot's head snapped up, his glowing eyes flickering as a new alert came through his system. "ahhem," he said, voice cutting through the room, "I think we have to go… immediately. A dimensional portal has opened in the city center. Unknown Alien entities are emerging—hostile and in massive numbers. We must respond immediately to maintain the casualties to absolutely minimum."
Back at the GDA facility, ten minutes into the interrogation, Cecil was still fishing for cracks in Gojo's story—no dice so far. Gojo leaned back, twirling that damn lollipop stick, denying everything with that smug grin.
The door suddenly burst open, and Donald strode in, clipboard clutched tight, his face tight with urgency. Cecil's head whipped around, a flash of annoyance crossing his usually stone-cold features.
He'd been getting nowhere with Gojo, and this interruption wasn't helping. "Donald," he said, voice sharp, "this better be damn important for you to barge in here like this."
Donald didn't flinch, stepping forward with a quick nod. "It is, sir. We just got word from intelligence—there's an alien invasion downtown. A dimensional portal's spitting out hostiles, and they're pouring in fast. The Teen Team's on it, but they're getting overwhelmed. Numbers are too high—they can't keep up." His words came fast, clipped, the gravity sinking in as he glanced between Cecil and Gojo.
Cecil's jaw tightened, his eyes flicking to Gojo, who'd perked up slightly, eyebrows raised behind his sunglasses.
'Aliens, huh?' Gojo thought, smirking faintly, but he stayed quiet, letting the scene play out. Cecil rubbed a hand over his face, the interrogation sidelined for now.
The Guardians were dead, Omni-Man was down, and now this—a city under siege and a team stretched thin. 'Perfect timing,' he thought bitterly, already calculating his next move.
Cecil stood in the interrogation room, the hum of the GDA facility buzzing faintly around him as Donald delivered the news. His eyes narrowed, processing the chaos unfolding downtown. "Who's on it?" he asked, voice tight, demanding clarity.
Donald shifted his clipboard, glancing at the latest intel. "Team Teen's there—Rex Splode, Atom Eve, Dupli-Kate, and Robot. Invincible's with them too, but…" He hesitated, then added, "He's likely in shock. First time seeing real casualties, from what we're picking up. The aliens are relentless numbers are piling up fast."
Cecil rubbed the bridge of his nose, a sharp sigh escaping as the weight of it all settled in. The Guardians gone, Omni-Man down, and now an alien invasion tearing through the city with a rattled kid in the mix.
He dropped his hand and turned to Gojo, who lounged across the table—white hair tousled, sunglasses low, smirking like he was watching a sitcom instead of sitting in an interrogation room.
'Does he not even act like he is scared or something… for fuck sake he is in GDA,' Cecil thought, irritation flickering behind his calm mask.
"We'll continue this later," he said, voice flat, then straightened up. "Step up."
He fixed Gojo with a hard stare, shifting the tone to an order. "Go help your part-time job—the Teen Team. Deal with this invasion. We'll pick up where we left off after."
Gojo snickered, pulling the toothpick from his mouth with a theatrical scene. "Really? First you're pinning me as the big bad suspect, and now you're sending me to play hero with the Teen Team against some alien invasion? That's a plot twist, man." His grin widened, all teeth and mischief, like he was enjoying the absurdity.
Cecil's lips twitched—just a hint of a snicker he didn't let show. "You'd have gone there anyway, even if I hadn't said a word," he shot back, voice dry but direct. "I'm just cutting through the bullshit, like always." He turned away, nodding to Donald to follow, already mentally shifting gears to coordinate the GDA's response. Gojo watched him go, still smirking, then stood up, stretching like he'd just woken from a nap.
'Guess it's Flaxans,' he thought, teleporting out with a flicker, leaving the room empty and the mirror reflecting nothing but silence.
The GDA—Global Defense Agency—lived up to its name with cutting-edge tech, an arsenal built to handle the wildest threats Earth could throw at them.
One of their standout tricks was disruptor technology, a system designed to scramble teleportation signals.
Villains with teleportation even one can be a headache as they can just—pop in, wreaking havoc, vanishing before anyone could blink.
The GDA countered that with disruptors embedded in their facilities: invisible fields that messed with their teleportation, locking down anyone trying to teleport except Cecil.
(A/N: I don't know if they had that, but i heard in one of the episodes of invincible when titan was in a pinch where they have to take out dupli-kate brother, but the prison had something to block out all teleportation in prison, and that's why titan side man didn't able to teleport in prison and take out dupli-kate brother. So, if some third rate prison had that… i doubt GDA dont.)
The interrogation room Gojo had been sitting in was rigged with it—top-tier, no exceptions. Or so they thought. When Gojo smirked, stretched, and teleported out with a casual flicker, it was like he'd flipped the whole system the bird.
Cecil stood on the other side of the one-way mirror, arms crossed, staring at the now-empty chair where Gojo had been lounging seconds ago.
The toothpick still sat on the table, a mocking little trophy. His jaw tightened, and he turned to Donald, who was already at his side, clipboard in hand, sensing the question before it came.
"It's on, sir," Donald said preemptively, voice steady but with a faint edge, knowing what Cecil was about to ask. He tapped his comm device, double checking the disruptor readings—green across the board.
Cecil's eyes didn't leave the empty room. "Then how the hell did he teleport out of here?" His voice was low, sharp, a mix of frustration and something colder—realization.
The disruptors were live, humming at full power, and Gojo had waltzed through them like they were nothing.
'Not just Shield—but unknown teleportation power,' Cecil thought, filing that away as another mark against the white-haired wildcard. Donald didn't answer right away, his fingers hovering over the comm, already pulling up diagnostics to figure out what—or how—Gojo had bypassed their best tech.
The scene shifted, cutting away from the sterile GDA facility to a city rooftop bathed in the orange glow of a late afternoon sun.
Gojo reappeared mid-air, landing lightly on the edge of a building, his loose shirt fluttering in the breeze.
He adjusted his sunglasses, peering out over the skyline, not entirely sure where he'd popped up.
The city sprawled below, a mess of glass towers and honking traffic, but he didn't need an exact address.
Screams—sharp, panicked—cut through the air, mingling with the distant boom of something heavy hitting the ground. Alien snarls and the crack of energy blasts echoed up from a few blocks away. Not far, he thought, smirking as he cracked his knuckles.
'Time to crash the Falaxans from Hollow Purple.' He didn't know the Teen Team's exact spot, but the chaos was a neon sign pointing the way. With a lazy step off the ledge, he started floating toward the noise, ready to see what kind of mess others were into.
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A/N: New week new chapter… enjoy, and gojo fight wint be that long with aliens.
So now here is a question for all of you guys, which technique should he use for Flaxans?
-Red
-Blue
-Purple