Living A Minute Behind

Celerity was just a blur on the forgotten road. His route was on a deserted road that took a long way around to a little town. The reason it was deserted was because of the new highway that took you straight to the town. He was visiting a friend there. Well, Jayce was. Celerity rarely took off his costume, as he was his superhero persona almost every waking hour. He felt both lives were fantastic and wonderful, but he preferred the super powered Celerity over the mundane Jayce. Regardless, his friend was throwing a party and Jayce was invited. The average person would have taken a plane to the place, but Celerity hated flying. He preferred running the distance, and usually made it there at the same time a plane could.

He was alone on the peaceful road, stretching maybe a hundred miles or so. There were beautiful trees bordering each side of the road. It cut through the edge of a forest, and there were dead leaves covering the ground. Except behind him, where his trail of wind was clearing the road. So he felt it was safe to get lost in thought.

I wonder if Sara will be there. Or Drake. Oh, maybe even Matthew! Big boy Matt! Oh, I miss those days. College was super. Good times with the boys, and even better times with the ladies, Celerity let out an uncontrolled smirk. Yeah, Sara will probably be there. And does she know how to party! What if her sister is there! Maybe she'd be up for a thr-- Celerity was snapped back into reality when he tripped on something. He was sent flying maybe fifty feet or so, tumbling and rolling at the end and finally coming to a complete stop. He was laying on the ground on his back, and was trying to go through what just happened. The event took him by major surprise.

He propped himself on his elbows, enough to look at what tripped him. He couldn't find it. So he pushed himself up and blurred over to where he guessed he lost control. It was a thin, silver line. Almost invisible to the eye. He knelt down and plucked the wire. It was tightened so much, he thought it would pop. But it didn't. It was practically as strong as diamond. He followed the wire to either edge of the treeline on both sides. The ends were drilled into the trees. This was set up. He'd been caught off guard. He looked around, but it was too late.

She was there in an instant.

Agent Reaper had heard that she was to take down another superhuman,which was surprising since her last failure against the last meta human Jack Maroon had cost the company so much. Her gear was totally wrecked and that meant she would have to have them rebuilt,much to the chagrin of the energy weapons initiative team,but Reaper did like that small team of nerds,if only because they outfit her with such interesting weaponry. Now she was sent on what they called a much easier assignment with what might be an actual chance of success,since this man was supposed to be nowhere near as fast as Maroon. This one would prove easier if he did not try to run away,but most always ran away if they saw that they even had the smallest chance of out running her.

”You sure you can't send that wire bitch Gossamer?”Shayla asked knowing that she would have a greater chance at succeeding within this mission than Reaper ever would. Still she knew that she would have to perform if the assignment was apparently picked just for her,a sort of test of her skills. She would not disappoint them this time,no way in hell she would. Checking the Dominus issued armor,Reaper then made sure that her weapons belt was well equipped. Her newly repaired energy wires were also finished,and the chip within her head had been registered to it frequency as well as something else she was not quite sure of;not that she would let it bother her.

”Agent Gossamer as been sent on a more important mission than yours and it has been projected that you hold a higher success probability than Agent Etoile.” The handler said simply as the helicopter seemed to hike for a second before retaining some form of equilibrium. It seemed like she was the only one that could adequately take down this speedy bastard,but she knew she would be able to do it if she used that immense intellect. Sure she may not have been as smart as that robot or as smart as Gossamer but Reaper was better than the average drone that walked the streets. This was the time she would prove herself once and for all,prove herself by capturing this meta human.

A small folder containing information about the meta human was handed to her as she quickly perused the folder. It held basic at best information but enough that she could easily take him down if she did enough preparation and that was what she planned to do.

After touchdown she prepared a simple trap,one that would stop the speedster within his tracks. It was a thin but powerful wire,one that would take a large amount of pressure to snap and this speedster could not produce that much power. Laying in wait within the trees she waited for him to run past,until he finally did so in a blur and the wire did its job. After a few minutes of searching he found the wire and in an instant she moved,aiming a full powered kick for his face.

Celerity felt the power of the kick connect with his face before he knew it. The attack took him off guard and sent him off balance and on to the ground. He landed on his back, sending pain shooting through his spine. Celerity knew this wasn't going to end well. He rolled over, dazed from the kick, and attempted to run away. His hope was to get distance away and maybe counter attack. As he got to his hands and knees, his hopes burned and crashed when another heavy kick landed on his face, breaking his nose. Blood was sent flying and he flipped on to his back again. He couldn't see straight, and she stomped on his stomach, taking his breath away. He couldn't breathe, he could barely see, and his back was stiff with pain.

Celerity planned and thought as fast as he could. He finally took one idea and rushed it into action. He clumsily hurried into partial sprinter's position. He was still getting his balance right from the kicks. Not sure if he'd even be able to run, Celerity tried to take off. He blurred from his position, but tripped over his lagging feet. He flew maybe fifteen or twenty feet away, bouncing on the ground another five. He was breathing hard and was in pain. Face down on the ground, he knew she had got him. His hope was draining, and his eyes could only look up at the woman who ambushed him.

"Well, hey there gorgeous. What's a beauty like you doing out here?" Celerity asked in his usual flirting voice. He was coughing up blood after the kick to the stomach, and he could barely breathe. She was wearing revealing clothes, which he found to be both arousing and odd. Nonetheless, she was kicking his ass, and he wasn't in the position to be turned on from it.

The strike took him well off guard and he was down before he even had the chance to retaliate. He was down and she did not even give him the time to recover,another kick aimed straight towards his face that drew a good amount of blood and only served to further confuse the poor speedster that now faced the deadly albino warrior. He made what could be called a clumsy attempt at an escape but only ended up bouncing along as she simply watched the pathetic display with contempt that made her wonder why this mission would have even proved a problem with her. Crossing arms over her powerful chest,Reaper slowly approached the downed man with a monotonous pace that made her seem like a tiger coming upon its prey now finally down.

”How cute.but sadly I have no interest in a sniveling shit like you.” her voice was filled with content as she looked down upon him,pressing a single booted foot upon his prone form with enough strength to hold anyone human down. ”Now don't worry,I was not ordered to kill you but doesn't mean I couldn't rough you up a little.” She reached down to lift the man up until they were face to face,her read eyes looking into his. With his concentration shot he was down for the count as far as she was concerned and that was all that mattered. ”This was far easier than I thought.”

”This is Agent Reaper and I have neutralized the target. Requesting transport to Dominus base to drop off the subject.” She said this pressing the comlink button on her left ear.

”Understood Agent Reaper,sending transport now.”

A rumbling sound filled the air over the empty highway as a black Modified Harley Davidson flew across the highway road. The engine was a jet engine something from a buddy of his years ago, the seat special aerodynamic leather that molded to the body and kept one from being thrown. King pipes as they were called for they angled up at the back giving the pipes a crown like look rumbled full vollume. Twin bars went down two two thin wheels set side by side so when turning the bike balanced out perfectly so full speed could be utilized at top of the line manueverability. The back wheel was a single wheel wider than normal but had to be to hold the balance in the back on turns.

On the front was molded metal designed to look like a T-Rex's head with metal points for teeth and in the mouth was two high powered Lights blue in color. The bike was wheels, engine, and seat with two pedals that laid near the wheels allowing rider to sit laid back. The ends hooked upwards more for looks than anything else. On the bike was a large 6'1 an 210 pound solid muscle man with spiked black hair. He wore a black leather jacket and a button up dress shirt with black dress pants that had white lines, going down the attire was a pair of black cobra skin boots and a belt made of the same skin. The buckle was silver with a fist on it and to wrap it up of course was the cliche black sunglasses that covered his eyes and nothing else.

The man looked over at the battle scene, pressing the brake the bike came to a stop and the kickstand was dropped. The rider leaned forward his eyes hidden behind the shades but he was interested in what was going on. He looked at the dude lying on the ground and had to admit he seen rodeo riders that looked in better condition than that. The woman was obviously something though her taste in clothes was lacking than again pot to kettle. Stepping off the bike he walked towards the pair more out of curiosity. His hand came up removing the black shades and dropped them into his pocket. Without a word he stopped twenty feet from the showdown and looked from the almost completely naked woman to the suited guy at her feet.

Reaper looked over the now defeated speedster, somewhat disappointed by how easily he was taken down. The Dominus transport would be here within a matter of minutes and that meant she could do more important things than dealing with the pathetic meta humans of the world, such as making sure that Lilia were not getting herself into trouble; as well as protecting her from that bastard Salt. It was around a minute after her victory that what looked like a strange man on a motorcycle had stumbled upon their little scene, with the albino holding the poor unfortunate supers unconscious body. She raised a snowy brow at the arrival of the taller male, curious of if she could just kill him or just tell him to go on.

” Well what do we have here? A simple biker or something more? You don't look like the rough type that usually rides around, but then again I haven't met many. I wonder if you'll make as big of a mess.” She mused dropping the defeated speedster on the ground as she measured up the brute now in front of her. The weapons strapped to her scant armor jingled lightly as she began to read him like a book. ”I don't think the higher ups will mind me killing a random smuck, I’ll just say he got in the way or something, that might work.” She mused silently, running a single sharp nail along her chin.

”Dad might get pissed if I kill him, damn.” Damn Dominus was always restraining her when it came down to her favorite thing, which was killing. Still, not like she could just let him witness the extraction of the meta human, that would not go well either.

Rex smirked and took a few steps closer his eyes examing the situation, the man on the ground was done that was obvious and beaten to a pulp by a chick was not good for one's self esteem let alone health. "Well, not often I come across the hooker robbing her current employer but I guess there is a time for everything." Chuckling he raised his hands and cracked his knuckles hoping the chick was willing to back up her words. "You have to forgive me darling I normally don't hit girls but you seem like a good time. Shall we?" His head tilted an a rougish grin slid over his features. He took a few steps sideways keeping her in sight. Taking a deep breath he balled his fist ready for the fight.

The sky above was clear not surprising in the dessert, the creatures sensing danger had already burrowed or flown off. The sand under his feet would cause problems for footing but at the same time would make problems for his enemy as well. Not that it mattered he was use to all terrain in a fight. "So, let's see if I make a big mess or if a pretty damsel is about to be in distress." His hand threw away the shades and he slid into a wushu fighting stance ready for her attack.