Rehab for SuperVillains (18+)-Chapter 176: New mission

The morning sun filtered through the Haven’s windows, the breakfast table littered with empty plates—scrambled eggs, toast, and bacon, their smoky aroma lingering.

Kael, in a creased t-shirt and jeans, led Freya, Rhea, and Lila to the fifth empty room in the Haven’s creaky maze. freёnovelkiss.com

The space was stark, its walls bare like the villains’ cells, with only a sagging bed in one corner, a faint mildew scent clinging to the air, and a portable projector humming on a table, its lens aimed at a cracked wall.

Freya sat neatly on the bed’s edge, her posture crisp, her icy blue bodysuit shimmering with frost-like patterns, its high collar framing her neck, a lightweight white cape catching the projector’s glow.

Lila mirrored her, sitting primly, her loose gown swishing, her glasses glinting, her collar off, her face focused.

Rhea lounged, legs sprawled, her orange and black bodysuit pulsing with ember-like flares, its sharp lines accentuating her relaxed slouch, a grin tugging at her lips.

Kael flicked on the projector, a grainy image of two figures from CCTV cameras—GaleM and GaleF—flickering on the wall, their silhouettes wreathed in swirling wind.

"Let’s start with the mission brief," he said, his voice steady, a pen pointed towards the screen on the wall. "Your target is GaleM and GaleF, Class A, a couple. Both wield wind powers—gusts strong enough to shred steel, precise enough to carve stone. They’re holed up in an abandoned wind farm, 20 miles north, near the old quarry. That place is a maze of rusted turbines and dust storms they whip up for cover. Expect low visibility and razor-sharp air currents."

He clicked to a map, the farm’s layout glowing. "They’ve been hitting supply convoys—medical shipments, food, tech—leaving nothing but wreckage. Last week, they leveled a hospital warehouse, cutting off ventilators for a whole ward. Custody’s the goal, you have to get them alive, not dead."

Rhea leaned back, her bodysuit creaking, her voice dry. "Why alive? Easier to toast ’em and call it a day."

Freya shot her a glance, her professional demeanor unshaken, her voice cool. "Orders are orders, Rhea. Focus."

Kael shrugged, his grin wry, the projector’s hum filling the pause. "No clue why, honestly. My guess? Scientists want to poke at their powers. Superpowers are still a mystery—wind that cuts like blades might have quirks they want to study, or the fact that the couple have the same powers. Either way, they’re lab rats. So they have to be caught alive. No use dead."

Lila frowned, her glasses slipping, her voice soft. "That’s... grim. Being experimented on."

"Yeah," Rhea muttered, her grin fading, her bodysuit’s orange glow dimming. "I’d hate to be GaleM or GaleF right now."

Freya nodded, her cape rustling, her tone clipped. "Doesn’t change the job. We bring them in, alive. Plan?"

Kael clicked off the projector, the room dimming. "Freya, you’ll counter their winds with ice walls—block their gusts, trap them. Rhea, flush them out with controlled flames; their air feeds your fire, so use it. Lila, shadow-bind their feet when they’re cornered; keep them grounded. Move fast, stay sharp. That’s the default plan, adjust it to what you deem fit. Any questions?"

Silence, only the bed’s faint creak as Rhea shifted, her grin returning. "Just don’t let their wind blow my mask off. I don’t want to do a face reveal yet, might get swarmed by fans."

Freya’s lips twitched, but she stayed silent. Kael snorted. "I am your number one fan Rhea, and your only... Let’s move."

Freya and Rhea slipped on their superhero masks—Freya’s covering everything below her eyes, a sleek blue that shimmered like frost; Rhea’s a full-face black mask, concealing even her hair, giving her a predatory edge.

Their bodysuits gleamed under the Haven’s light, Freya’s icy patterns catching the glow, Rhea’s orange flares pulsing.

Freya stepped close to Kael, her mask framing her grin, and planted a deep, playful kiss on his lips, her gloved hand grazing his jaw, the taste of bacon faint on her breath. "Don’t slack off while we’re gone, hero-boy," she teased, her voice warm, her cape brushing his arm.

Rhea followed, her mask’s black sheen glinting, her kiss quick but firm, her lips smirking as she pulled back, her bodysuit creaking.

"Try not to miss my ass too much," she quipped, dodging Kael’s mock swat, her laugh sharp, the bond between them crackling with easy affection.

Lila, in her gown, slid into the Zephyr-X9’s back seat, her glasses glinting, her voice soft but firm. "Take care of Tila, Kael."

Kael nodded, his grin steady, "Got it, Lila. Take care." He tapped the Zephyr’s hood, its engine rumbling as Freya took the wheel, Rhea shotgun, their masks glinting.

The car peeled out, tires crunching gravel, the Haven shrinking in the rearview, the mission’s weight settling over them.

Kael strode to Tila’s room, the creak of the Haven’s floors under his boots, his grin fading as he unlocked the door.

Tila sat on her bed, her black hair a messy snarl, her power-suppressing collar glinting, her glare sharp enough to cut.

"What?" she snapped, her voice acid, her arms crossed. "Come to play with me?"

"Yeah," Kael said, leaning against the doorframe, his tone light but probing, his t-shirt creased from the day. "Let’s play."

Tila scoffed, turning away, her voice dripping with sarcasm. "Sorry, perv, but I’m not joining your sex dungeon. Find someone else to screw in your shower."

Kael stepped closer, his grin wry, the room’s stale air heavy with her defiance. "It’s really not a dungeon here, Tila. And I’m not your enemy—I’m trying to be a friend. This place is rehab, not a cage. Three days, and you’re still fighting me like I’m the one who locked you up for some fetishes."

Tila’s eyes flashed, her voice crude, biting. "Friend? Bullshit. You’re just another asshole with a hero complex, jerking off to your power trip. Piss off, Kael, before I spit in your face."

He didn’t flinch, his tone steady, patient. "You’re angry, I get it. But this isn’t about me lording over you. It’s about giving you a shot to be more than your past. You’re not a villain unless you choose to stay one."

"Choose?" Tila laughed, harsh and hollow, her collar glinting as she leaned forward. "You think I give a fuck about your redemption crap? Shove it up your ass, hero. I’m not your project, and neither’s Lila. Get lost."

Kael sighed, his expression shifting, a flicker of frustration breaking through.

"You’re right," he said, his voice low, sarcastic, his grin sharp. "This is a sex dungeon. Guess I’ll go find someone who doesn’t bite my fingers off for trying to help." He stepped back, his hand on the door, her glare burning into him.

"Like your sister"