Rehab for SuperVillains (18+)-Chapter 117: Ding Dong~

Rhea and Freya sat at the dining table, their postures tense, their minds already half in the sewers.

Rhea changed into her black and crimson superhero suit, the fabric hugging her frame like a second skin, tapped her fingers impatiently.

Freya, in her cyan t-shirt and navy blue pants, leaned back, her platinum-cyan hair catching the light, her blue eyes scanning the room with a mix of boredom and anticipation.

The mission briefing had sharpened their focus, but the weight of the task ahead hung heavy, their unsung rivalry simmering beneath the surface.

They have already decided in their minds.

The one to kill more rats is the winner.

Ding Dong~

The bell’s chime cut through the silence, startling them both.

Rhea’s amber eyes widened, her crimson hair bouncing as she whipped her head toward the sound.

Freya’s brow furrowed, her blue eyes narrowing in surprise.

The Haven had a doorbell?

"There’s a bell?" Rhea asked, her voice laced with disbelief, her gaze flicking to Freya.

"Looks like it," Freya said, shrugging, her tone cool but curious, her arms crossing over her cyan t-shirt.

In all their time here, this was the first time the bell was ever being used.

Kael emerged from his room, tucking his dark tee into his jeans, his hazel eyes bright with purpose.

His movements were quick, confident, as if he’d been expecting the interruption.

Freya’s blue eyes locked on him, her voice sharp with suspicion. "Who is it, Kael? You look like you know."

"That’s our ride," Kael said, his grin subtle but knowing as he crossed to the door. "And our doctor."

He opened it, revealing a woman in a crisp white doctor’s coat, her white hair tied back in a neat bun, her green eyes sparkling with warmth.

"Meet Clara," Kael said, stepping aside to let her in.

"Hellooo~" Clara greeted, her voice bright and gleeful, her hand waving enthusiastically at Rhea and Freya.

Her presence was a burst of energy, her smile wide and genuine, her coat pristine but her demeanor anything but sterile.

Rhea and Freya stared, their greetings automatic but wary.

"Hello," they said in unison, their voices flat, their eyes narrowing.

None of them had met Clara before. The last time she was in the Haven, Freya was in her shower and Rhea was unconscious.

Another beautiful woman, her white hair a striking contrast to their own vibrant colors, set their guards up instantly.

Freya’s lips pursed, her blue eyes assessing Clara’s cheerful demeanor with a flicker of disdain.

Rhea’s amber eyes glinted with irritation, her scarred hands flexing as if itching to spark.

Clara turned to Kael, her green eyes twinkling with mock indignation.

"You’ve turned me from a doctor to your chauffeur, Kael," she said, her voice teasing, her hands on her hips.

Kael’s grin widened, his hazel eyes warm with amusement.

"Sorry, Clara, but I couldn’t think of anyone else. Plus, we’ll need you at the site."

Clara’s smile softened, her posture straightening as she gave a playful salute. "At your service, sir," she said, her tone light, as if she were a chauffeur in truth.

Kael chuckled, the sound low and genuine, his hazel eyes crinkling at the corners.

Freya and Rhea exchanged a glance, their glares sharp enough to cut glass.

They already hated Clara—her beauty, her ease with Kael, her cheerful intrusion into their tense dynamic.

Freya’s arms tightened across her chest, her navy pants shifting as she leaned forward, her blue eyes cold.

Rhea’s fingers drummed faster, her crimson hair falling into her face as she muttered something under her breath, her superhero suit creaking faintly.

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Clara’s sleek sedan drove through the city streets with quiet efficiency.

Kael sat in the front passenger seat, his hazel eyes scanning the road, his posture relaxed but alert.

Clara drove, her green eyes focused but her smile never fading.

Rhea and Freya sat in the back, their bodies angled away from each other, the tension between them palpable.

"You need to buy a car, Kael," Freya said, her voice cutting through the hum of the engine, her blue eyes flicking to the back of his head. "At least a used one."

Kael glanced at her through the rearview mirror, his grin wry.

"No need. Cars are expensive, and maintenance is a hassle. With the commotion you two cause at the Haven, I’d be paying a fortune for repairs."

Rhea snorted, her amber eyes glinting with mischief, her black and crimson suit catching the sunlight streaming through the window.

"Don’t be a cheapskate, Kael. I’ll get you a car—brand new, better than this doctor’s ride." She gestured at Clara’s sedan, her voice dripping with competitive bravado, her scarred hands flexing as if ready to make good on the promise.

Clara laughed, her green eyes sparkling in the mirror. "This old thing? It gets the job done. But I’d love to see what you pick out, Rhea."

Rhea’s smirk faltered, her amber eyes narrowing at Clara’s easy charm, but she didn’t respond, her focus shifting to the window.

Freya rolled her eyes, her cyan t-shirt shifting as she crossed her arms.

She didn’t care for Rhea’s constant flexing of her superhero suit, its black and crimson design bold but, in Freya’s opinion, tasteless.

She kept her thoughts to herself, knowing a comment would spark a fight, and Kael’s inevitable scolding in front of Clara would only make it worse.

Freya wasn’t yet a registered hero, her application pending until they passed this entry test and officially became the superhero team codenamed Reaper.

Kael, as their supervisor, would then have the authority to recruit or enlist heroes, paving the way for Freya’s registration and a proper superhero costume.

She didn’t mind waiting—Rhea’s suit might’ve screamed "hero," but Freya’s confidence in her ice powers and her sleek, practical outfit felt more her style.

Let Rhea preen; Freya knew her time would come, soon.

As they neared the site, Kael’s gaze flicked to the roadside, spotting the biogas blowers still humming at the sewer exits.

Their steady drone confirmed the tunnels were clear of methane, safe for Rhea’s fire.

He nodded to himself, his hazel eyes sharpening, his mind already in mission mode.

The car pulled up to the sewer entrance at 47th and Pike, the rusted grate set into a concrete wall, water trickling below.

They stepped out, the morning air cool but heavy with the faint stench of decay.

Rhea’s superhero suit gleamed, her crimson accents vivid against the urban gray.

Freya’s platinum-cyan hair tied back, her blue eyes scanning the grate with quiet focus.

Clara stood by the car, her green eyes bright with curiosity, her cheerful demeanor unshaken.

Kael approached the grate, his hazel eyes flicking to Rhea and Freya.

"This is the entry," he said, his voice steady, authoritative. "Show me your hands."

Rhea and Freya exchanged a confused glance, their brows furrowing, but they extended their hands, palms up.

Rhea’s scarred fingers twitched, her amber eyes questioning.

Freya’s pale hands were steady, her blue eyes narrowing slightly.

Kael took their hands one by one, his fingers pressing gently against their wrists, feeling their pulses—strong, steady, no signs of fatigue or nerves.

"You’re good to go," Kael said, his hazel eyes warm with confidence, his grin subtle but encouraging. "Good luck."

Clara stepped forward, her smile wide, her voice cheerful.

"Good luck, you two!" she said, her green eyes sparkling, her enthusiasm almost infectious.

Rhea’s amber eyes flicked to Clara, her lips pursing, her dislike clear.

Freya’s blue eyes remained on the grate, her expression unreadable, but her silence spoke volumes.

They didn’t trust Clara, didn’t like her, but the mission demanded their focus, and they let their glares fade, their attention shifting to the task.

Kael knelt by the grate, his hands gripping the rusted metal, his muscles flexing as he pulled it free with a groan of steel.

The dark maw of the sewer yawned below, the air damp and foul, the faint skitter of rats echoing in the depths.

Rhea and Freya stepped forward, their postures tense but ready, their powers simmering beneath their collars.

Freya moved first, her navy pants brushing the concrete as she leapt into the darkness, her form swallowed by the shadows.

Rhea followed, her black and crimson suit a flash of color before she vanished, her crimson hair trailing like a flame.

Kael stood, his hazel eyes fixed on the entrance, his earpiece ready, his mind already mapping their path.

Clara stood beside him, her green eyes curious, her smile soft but alert.

The Mission Begins now.