Cleo is furious and plans to take it out on the superheroine

Cleo Capone storms back into Warehouse 27 like a queen returning to her ruined palace, her heels pounding against the marble floor with every bit of righteous fury she feels.

“I don’t want excuses,” she snarls, glaring at Delilah and the Blonde. “She got out. She sabotaged our ride. She humiliated me.”

The two henchwomen grimace, dragging Velvet Vixen’s limp, **** form between them. Her head lolls, curls bouncing softly with each step, cape trailing like a discarded banner of failure. Even out cold, she's somehow smug-looking.

“But boss—” Delilah starts.

“Shut it. The heist is off,” Cleo growls, waving them toward the back. “But this little diva still wants to play hero…”

She stops, looking down at Velvet Vixen’s bound and **** form. Her rage slowly cools into something colder—sharper.

She tilts her head.

Then she smiles.

“Fine. Let’s give her a superhero’s ending. But something... poetic.”