The Elite Force headquarters buzzed with controlled chaos. Skylar floated near the ceiling organizing files while Kaz frantically searched for his lucky Captain Atomic comic.

"Has anyone seen my Captain Atomic issue #47?" Kaz called out, tossing papers aside.

"Your security blanket in comic book form," Bree explained, zipping past at super speed.

Chase emerged from the tech lab looking stressed. "We have three threat assessments to review before Mr. Davenport—"

"GUYS!" Adam's voice boomed from the kitchen, followed by crashing. "We have a problem!"

Bree super-sped to check and returned relieved. "He ran out of cereal."

"It's Mega-Crunch Chocolate Explosion!" Adam protested, appearing disheveled in his flannel over a hamburger t-shirt. "It's the only thing that gives me proper mission energy!"

"You had three bowls yesterday," Chase said. "You'll survive without sugar-induced hyperactivity."

"But what if my strength is only at 95%?" Adam gestured dramatically. "What if I had pizza instead? It has all the food groups—cheese is dairy, sauce is vegetables, pepperoni is... pepperoni."

"Pepperoni isn't a food group," Oliver pointed out.

"It should be," Adam replied with conviction.

"Nobody's having pizza for breakfast," Chase interrupted. "We're supposed to be professional heroes."

"Says the guy who had leftover Chinese takeout last Tuesday at 7 AM in pajamas," Bree smirked.

Chase fought a losing battle defending himself before refocusing. "We need to concentrate on mission briefings."

"Are we getting a new team member?" Adam asked. "I should clean my room—hide the pizza boxes under the bed instead of on top."

"Why would they need to see your room?" Chase asked, confused.

"Full tour! Show them the good snacks, spare uniforms, maybe introduce them to the raccoon family I've been feeding..."

"Pancake had babies!" Adam announced proudly. "Little Waffle Jr., Hash Brown the Second, and Syrup Mini."

Oliver shook his head. "You've created a raccoon dynasty."

"Found it!" Kaz held up his comic triumphantly. "Now I'm ready for anything."

Chase looked around at his chaotic team—Adam raiding the fridge, Bree organizing at super speed, Skylar floating peacefully, Oliver continuing inventory, Kaz clutching his comic—and felt familiar affection mixed with exasperation.

"You know what?" Chase said, closing his tablet decisively. "Maybe we should—"

The automatic doors hissed open, interrupting him. Everyone turned toward the entrance as the new arrival walked into the room.

"Pookie!" Adam exclaimed, rushing over and lifting them into his arms.