MOTHER*redacted*

"aaaagh, my head, wait.... why would someone who can literally turn alcohol into powers get hangover from it...."

He began to search around, [like how the author was going to search for as many ways to fill up the word count] and saw pale, cold concrete floors and walls, this gave him a bit of confusion.

However he decided to not be dumb and realise abduction, which... to be honest didn't bode well, because although this world was chosen because, well cool powers + most people sucking at using them, he still didn't feel as though bullets and grenades were absolutely useless to him or to hurt him,

especially since it was one of his most, aoe attacks was a grenade + molotov cocktail fusion, which without the fire control of his, would be awful to defend against.

'Welp no use fumbling around, gotta check my bases, first are my hands tied metaphorically or otherwise... check they are physically tied, am I decent, common i gotta at least have that going for me... check, finally is there escape, or signs of anything apart from me and this concrete... wait... I'm in a interrogation room, pretty sure it hasn't been used - by cops - in awhile, seeing the state of it.'

Then a disembodied voice appears, with a shadow starting to coat Oliver "So you seem to have had enough beauty sleep, Phoenix boy"

In mild realisation of this dumbass' thought process, Oliver replies courtly with "Do you honestly think I would be scared of someone knowing I turned to a FLAMING BIRD in the middle of the street, I didn't even try that har-"

"What, why are you not worried about th-"

"shush only I get to interrupt people like that and my sloth counterpart [totally not hinting], anyhow stop threatening the guy who can redirect flames everywhere"

"you know, have you checked the type of cuffs you have on, they're quite absorbant, wouldn't you say"

Oliver gains the biggest shit eating grin ever, as flames, although not blue, flames none the less begin to appear around him.

"H-HOW, HOW ARE YOU DOING THAT, YOU BIO-TERRO-"

a flame erupts over him as Oliver mildly states "I wonder what this dumbass was up too"

'So after searching a while I guess all that came up was a company, which - imagine a drumroll - is connected with D.U.P as shown by them having D.U.P tech.

Imma need to start sorting stuff out, make that business soon, just in general speed up the plan, if these dumbasses can knock me out and drag me off to this shit hole, *sigh* what a drag'