Yes

"So you go by Mr. Robertson?" Amy asked as she followed him through the office rows toward his workstation.

"No, that was my father." He motioned her forward. "I go by Robert. Or, if you ask the Z Team, I apparently go by:

Nerd.

Lieutenant Dan — I don't even know where the hell that came from.

Mecha Bitch.

Mecha Dick.

Bitch.

Bob Bob.

Robbie."

Amy snorted. "Every name is so... unique."

"Yeah. Very. Except 'bitch.' Management said that one would be 'unprofessional' to shout over dispatch comms."

Amy laughed harder. "Yeah, I can see why."

Right then, a hand smacked Robert square on the ass.

"Robbo," Flambae sang, sliding into view with a fire-slick grin, "you doing dispatch today?"

He spotted Amy and immediately took her hand, kissing the top dramatically.

"And who is this delicious being of woman? You been holding out on me, Robbo."

"Flambae, this is Amy," Robert sighed.

Flambae did a full theatrical courtesy. "Is she a new dispatcher? Can we replace you with her? Please say yes."

"No, you can't," Robert muttered. "And it's time for you to clock into the field, Flambae."

"Whatever, bitch."

He flicked a flame from his hand, shaping it into a burning rose. With a dramatic bow, he sauntered out of the break room.

Amy blinked. "Well... that was strange."

"Was it?" Robert shrugged. "That's a normal Tuesday for me."

"First off, it's Thursday," Amy said. "Second—I actually arrested Flambae before."

Robert paused. "Really? I did too. Small world. And he didn't recognize me either, not at first."

Amy leaned closer, curious. "Okay then... who are you? What hero are you supposed to be?"

Robert stood straighter, half-proud, half-awkward.

"I'm Robert Robertson the Third."

Before Amy could reply, a voice boomed from across the floor.

"HEY—You two! It's time to get to work!" Galen yelled.

Robert closed his eyes and whispered, "Fuuuck."

He pointed toward the locker hallway. "Go put that new suit on and head to the field. Your new team doesn't start until next week, so you're rolling with the Z Team for now."

Amy exhaled slowly.

A new suit.

A new role.

A new chance.

And probably, knowing the Z Team... a whole new headache.