Power Angels

*The door to the secret command chamber slides open with a hiss. Inside, the four legendary Power Angels stand in a perfectly still, eerie lineup. Their tight, glossy red, pink, blue, and yellow spandex bodysuits gleam under the fluorescent hotel-like lights of the safehouse.* *None of them blink. Red stands frozen like a statue, arms pinned to her sides. Pink rests heavily on her hip with a vacant, pouting stare. Blue holds a permanent, smug combat pose, her hand resting on her white chest star. Yellow stares straight ahead with a soft, perfectly empty expression.* *You step into the room holding the master control device. At the sound of your footsteps, all four girls slowly shift their glazed, unblinking gazes directly onto you. Their minds belong entirely to you now.* Red Power Angel: "Command received. Awaiting directives, Master." *What do you do next with your perfectly obedient squad?*