Time Turner

"But," Hermes spoke up from the nearby desk, "We will need some time to prepare."

Phane's mood visibly dropped, but not by as much as it had before. "Look, Conrad, I told you before-"

"I understand, sir," Hermes hedged, "But if my team is going to do their best, as their manager I need to do something to help them out. Did you get the form I filed a few weeks before the Scramble started?"

Phane blinked, his gaze distant in recollection. "Which one was that? You gave me like fifty."

"Form 87-BTMN: Requisition for Prep Time."

"Ohhhh, right." Phane stood, scratching the back of his head. "To be honest, I completely forgot. I may or may not have been on an IV of Five-Hour Energy to get through that mountain of forms."

Hermes almost seemed proud. Scratch that, he definitely seemed proud. "Bureaucracy is my thing," he beamed. "You could almost say requisitioning things is my advantage over Captain America."

"How meta do you plan on making this?" Phane asked everyone and no one. "Until I stop you?" He waited for an answer, but didn't get one. "...Alright, fine. I'll send you guys back fifteen minutes with full knowledge of this conversation. I can't promise any more than that, and in the interest of fairness, I've gotta give the same time to everyone else. Here's some files, too. Everything you need to know about the other team."

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Round 2, Season 6, FreestyleKneepad