Storm noticed a tray of donuts on the table in front of him. And although he had eaten breakfast only a few hours earlier, the battle had taken a lot of energy out of him.
"Jelly-filled donuts? Don't mind if I do!" He took a few and started eating them one by one.
*munch munch* Okay, the watch should be able *munch* to patch through to them now." He said to himself as he continued to eat more donuts.
He opened the comlink and tried to trace their signal.
"Arche? Arche, is that you?" Reed's voice came through from the other end.
Arche Storm was relieved to have finally reached them. "About time. I was trying to contact you guys, but my communicator started bugging out or something. I thought it was the ship at first."
"Ship? Just what happened exactly? Or rather, where are you right now?" Reed asked curiously.
"I don't know all the details yet, but some big ass ship picked me up. Some other heroes and I were fighting snow creatures, then a flaming beast from, like, the depths of hell crashed through a portal..." Arche continued to explain. "And there was this weird kid with a hockey stick trying to..."
"W-wait, hold on." Reed interrupted him. "When did you leave the headquarters? I assumed you were still inside."
"Nah, man. I left a while ago. I even called out everyone's name, but no one answered... wait, where ARE you guys anyway?" Arche asked persistently.
"Well, we have our hands full at the moment. We're at the arcAAARRRGHAGHHH!" Reed suddenly yelled out in pain.
"Reed, what's going on!?" Arche jumped up from the couch.
"The team and I are near the Arcade at Rosen Avenue, fighting some sort of flying, robotic monkeys that are terrorizing the city. Sue, exploding banana at 8'o clock!" Reed seemed to be fighting and talking at the same time.
He continued. "The speed and agility feedback on these machines are actually quite fascinating! I suspect their creator used dual-function MSR-90034 wiring, a XLP-C67 chip, perhaps some artificial tissue comp--"
Arche cut him off. "Hey, Reed? You're geeking out again."
Reed sighed. "In any case, it's pretty hectic over here."
Arche began. "Sounds like you guys could use some help. I'll ask someone on this ship to drop me off at your location and--"
"No, that won't be necessary. The probability of us surviving this conflict is 88.7%" Reed replied curtly. "Thank you, Arche. But we can handle this."
"Well, that's reassuring." Arche said sarcastically.
"Watch out for the acid feces, Ben!!" Reed shouted to The Thing.
"... I don't even want to know." Arche stated bluntly.
"So, any estimated duration of time you'll be on that ship? Is it safe?" Reed asked, a bit worried for his teammate.
"Dunno how long it will be. And I'm not entirely sure if these guys are friend or foe, but it seems to be the former. Anyway, we all know I can handle myself just fine." Arche responded confidently.
"Alright. Well, I'll keep in touch. Reed, out!" Reed cut the signal.