Tommy could tell it was an Elytra parked in the lot. The sleek designed, low hanging ceilings of the car, and the digital number speedometer was clear signs that this vehicle was from the Elytra company. Tommy was used to traveling in the more common MineCart company cars, but it seemed the Heroes Association splurged to get Tommy a famous, rich person's car. Tommy could appreciate the speeds that an Elytra could get to, especially their private jets, but this would not be inconspicuous. Tommy's whole thing was going underneath the radar. Did Angel understand that, or did Tommy need to break out a slideshow?

"Tommy!" A voice perked up. Tommy tried to hold in a groan. It wasn't like he completely hated Fundy. He had gotten over his anger with the fox boy weeks before he was officially told the truth about Kitsune's past. Fundy wasn't a bad person, despite his connection with Siren and Royal. That astounded Tommy. Fundy was a collection of everything and everyone Tommy hated, yet Tommy didn't hate Fundy. This redhead had been affiliated with nearly every group of people that Tommy had sworn proper vengeance against. Tommy couldn't find it in his heart to have that same loathing for Fundy. Since Tommy didn't particularly like Fundy either, the blonde chalked it up to him not caring enough about Fundy to have negative emotions pointed towards him. "Can you believe it? We'll be taking a road trip! I've never been on one before."

Tommy, on the other hand, had been on several road trips with various people, under various circumstances. His earliest road trip for fun had been with Tubbo and his father Jordan, and the latest one he took was driving to the Holy Lands with Yellowjacket and Enderman. If Tommy didn't have such mixed feelings about the vigilante pair, he would find it humorous that his first and most recent excursions had been with Tubbo. Instead of dwelling on those memories or that topic, Tommy looked at Fundy with the most neutral face he could pull. "I hope you packed everything you needed. We won't be stopping except to eat breakfast and dinner. I will be stopping for three hours from midnight to three am for me to sleep. I don't care what you do for the rest of the trip, but in those three hours, you will not make a sound unless someone is dead. You fix it if they're dying."

"That's... fair," Fundy muttered as he deflated. Tommy wondered why that was. Did he sound too cold? Tommy never imagined himself a friendly person, but he didn't cuss in his speech to Fundy. Did that imply that Tommy was in a foul mood? When he didn't curse like the sailor he was in a past life? Tommy wouldn't think too hard about it. He had much bigger topics that required his attention that didn't include if he hurt the feelings of a wannabe furry. Tommy could apologize later- if he wanted to. He didn't think his actions were unwarranted, and nothing in his consciousness called him out for being insensitive. Tommy was doing fine, and Fundy would be alright once he realized Tommy didn't care how butt-hurt he was.

"One more thing: this isn't a trip for the fucking fun of it. This is a means to get to our mission. I suggest you treat this with some modicum of respect," Tommy said as he slid into the driver side seat. Fundy placed his bag in the trunk while muttering something. Tommy didn't care if Fundy acted like an angsty teenager with his mumbling. It was better for Fundy to alleviate any intense emotions before the trip started. Tommy didn't want to deal with a complaining little snot while they were driving.

Tommy knew the route to the Pit. Not only had the place left a permanent scar on his psyche, but Tommy had spent the past hour burning the map into his brain. Tommy wasn't going to get lost. Fundy seemed content with Tommy's eased familiarity with the vehicle and roads. The fox hybrid didn't ask if Tommy knew where he was going or if he needed directions. Fundy did, however, chatter aimlessly about useless subjects. Tommy didn't care about anything Fundy had to say, especially when it devolved into hero society gossip. Fundy had sworn he saw a hero kissing a vigilante, and that a new villain group was starting an idol group to make extra money. Tommy didn't care about either. As long as the hero did their jobs, the vigilante didn't get in anyone's way, and the villains were eventually put in jail before they did actual damage, Tommy didn't think it was necessary to know their personal life. It didn't seem Fundy cared, instead wanting to fill the silence.

"Will you tell me a story about Siren? How did you two meet? What was your first fight like?" Fundy finally settled on asking Tommy as a means to stay alive when boredom threatened his life. Tommy looked at Fundy in his peripheral. He had his legs tucked close to his chest as he leaned against the armrest between the driver and passenger seats. His seatbelt had been tucked behind his body, or it would have been cutting into Fundy's throat. Tommy didn't mention how unsafe that was as he turned onto an exit off the highway. A story... hmm...

"Alright, I have fucking great one," Tommy said after a few seconds. Fundy perked up, his ears twitching in excitement. Tommy knew that Fundy didn't expect an answer from him, but Tommy had sort of sworn to SapNap that he would let people back into his life. Fundy seemed as good as anyone. "I had been a sidekick for... two years, innit? I had been paired with Gogy- shit- I mean, Unfound. I had been partnered with Unfound. We were patrolling a lake in the Holy Lands that I don't remember the name of. I'll I know is that a man in a suit showed up unexpectedly."

Tommy let his senses stay with the road and car while his brain wandered down memory lane to that fateful meeting. "It was a man in a tuxedo with a domino mask. His expression had been amused as he looked over me and Unfound. Before I knew it, he was talking to us in a sing-song voice. My body wanted to walk over to him, and I almost did except my fucking brain was resisting. My thoughts remained consistent in telling me that this man, whoever he fucking was, wasn't good. Unfound wasn't as lucky. He started walking across the inflated equipment that turned the lake into a waterpark during the summer. Unfound would fucking plummet into the water, but he never stopped trying to get to that damn man. I had to pin Unfound to the wooden dock that connected the shore with the first inflated piece. The man remained smiling even though I knew my resisting was fucking annoying to him."

"It was Siren, wasn't it?" Fundy breathed out the question instead of saying. They both knew Tommy was referring to Siren. Fundy was merely curious why Tommy wouldn't say the name. Tommy didn't answer the unasked question in Fundy's statement, his grip tightening around the steering wheel. Tommy left a moment of silence between them. He nodded curtly at Fundy to answer the question that was only asked to avoid awkwardness.

"I forced Unfound's goggles off, lifting his face up to Siren. Despite being fucking mind controlled, Unfound's Mystic Eyes worked without a hitch. I could see the man tense up before relaxing completely. His legs buckled together, eyes fluttering shut, and his breathing slowed down. Since he wasn't talking anymore, Unfound started to regain control over his mind. It's always mesmerizing to see Unfound's powers. They work on almost everyone, so seeing someone who is really tense suddenly relax like their at the spa is the coolest shit," Tommy said. George had the Mystic Eyes of Somnolence. These eyes were able to induce drowsiness, relaxation, or sleep upon the target. George used this as an interrogation tactic, and to put volatile villains into a state of dulled senses. The ability didn't automatically put someone to sleep, but it would always place an aura of lethargy around an individual until they succumbed to sleep or were too dazed to do anything. Other than being an amazing person, that was why Unfound was a top hero.

"But... Siren wasn't caught? If Unfound had almost put him to sleep, how come Siren didn't get put in prison earlier on?" Fundy asked. While Mystic Eyes weren't common knowledge, working with Eret, who had the Mystic Eyes of Divinity, had taught Fundy the definition. Despite the eyes being a rare genetic trait, Tommy knew four people with Mystic Eyes. Eret and George were among that group, but the other two were Jack and... Tommy didn't let himself think of the name. It was better to say goodbye to some people for good.

"Obviously, some other shit showed up. She just... walked out of the water, like a Boto Encantado without a hat. Those are horny, shape-shifting dolphins from El Rapids folklore, by the way," Tommy said that last face when he saw Fundy's confusion in his peripheral. "Her red hair was wet, but I could tell it was normally curly as shit. She had gills in her throat when she first walked onto shore. Those gills just... fucking disappeared as the woman breathed in air like the rest of us. When Unfound used his Mystic Eyes on her, I watched her body starting vibrating in place like fucking sex toy. When she stopped, the Mystic Eyes didn't have any effect. She scooped the man into her arms, giving me a look that meant 'stay where you are' as she walked away. To this day, I don't know who she is."

"That was Sally," Fundy whispered with a distant expression. The fox hybrid sighed, a hand carding through his hair. "Sally's superpower is that her body automatically adapts to any environment around her. When she's in the dessert, her body retains water like a cactus. When she's underwater, her lungs shift into gills. When she's in burning house, her skin becomes fireproof. What you witnessed is Sally's body adapting to where she didn't need or simply couldn't fall asleep, nullifying the Mystic Eyes. Sally is almost unkillable. The only way to do it is to have a really fast acting poison that will work before her body becomes resistant to it, or fatally wound her in a surprise attack that way her skin doesn't know to become impenetrable. She works closely with the Syndicate, but they have her held at arm's length for something she accidentally did a few years back."

"Hmm... and what was that?" Tommy asked with an eyebrow raised. It was unclear why Fundy thought Tommy should know how to kill this woman, but it wasn't like Tommy could do anything with the information. Tempest didn't kill, and on the rare occasions where he tried, it was to hurt really bad people. Tommy had sworn to kill the leaders of the Syndicate (Angel of Death, Blood God, and Siren), but he was fine with the rest of the villain group being put behind bars.

"Sally and Wilbur were experimenting with some equipment that had been smuggled over from Hermitcraft. One of the missions pricked both of their blood, but it didn't seem to do anything else. They left the mission alone. The next day, a teenager was sitting beside the machine with a dazed expression. While that teenager was being questioned, they ran a blood test. Apparently, the machine from Hermitcraft took DNA from the blood, and mixed it together to create a child born of those characteristics. The machine's purpose was to allow people who couldn't have kids for one reason or another to have a child. The machine was still in the prototype phase, though, so the kid produced was a lot more of a substance called Solid Quintessence than the... parents, I guess. That kid was me, by the way," Fundy rubbed the back of his neck as his cheeks went darker than his hair. Tommy looked at the kid with a heavy frown.

"Siren... has... a kid? You're Siren's... son? Am I... Did I hear your story correctly? You have got to be shitting me," Tommy said with a few rapid blinks. It was unnerving to hear that Siren had a kid considering how young he was. It was hard to think someone that old was Siren's child. Fundy and Siren weren't far apart in age. It had to be pure magic that the former was the byproduct of the latter.

"Not exactly. My DNA is all funny. On top of being a hybrid, parts of me are made of Solid Quintessence which is an element that was found in Mianite that Hermitcraft had done extensive research on. On the bright side, I can't get normal illnesses! I can also manipulate how much of me is human or fox," Fundy said with a sheepish smile, burying his face into his hands. Tommy let out a long puff of air. This new discovery put Tommy on edge. It wasn't like it mattered since neither Siren nor Fundy seemed eager to act familial with each other, but it still made Tommy wonder how much of the smaller pieces he was missing in his bigger picture.

The conversation lulled into silence. Fundy had settled down enough to take a nap while Tommy kept his focus on the road.