"Someone get me out of these shackles immediately," commanded the man as soon as he reappeared at their hideout. His voice had transformed from a thin, shaky voice to a strong, commanding voice.
The leader stood up eagerly, "How was the mission, Ken?" she asked him.
"The mission was a success, Boss. I need to be released from these shackles. They're holding me back," he said.
The leader gestured with two fingers and one of her cohorts moved to his side. He grabbed the shackles in a bid to snap them off, but they burned his hand.
"That's dumb of you. Don't you know they'll be made of silver?" he asked dryly.
Another person came forward, wearing a pair of thick leather gloves. He grabbed the silver links and broke them, freeing Ken.
As soon as the shackles were off, Ken transformed fro
