You can teleport, Fly, run... but can you Ride ?(Dubba XP)

Midnight. Two police officers, one rookie and one older cop, are having Coffee (no donuts) in their car. Dispatch  suddenly comes on with a situation.

"Officers in the area be advised, p ursuit in progress. Fukuyama Enterprises has reported a robbery and kidnapping. Suspect is armed, riding a motorcycle of unknown make. Units in pursuit, please provide assistance."

The two cops look up to see a large, enclosed, high tech bike with Tron lines driving past at over 140 mph and climbing, blasting away at the police cars behind him with a pivoting shuriken launcher The police cars get their tires shredded for their trouble, and sent crashing into fire hydrants and store fronts, sending the crowded lifestyle district into a panic, pub goers running for their lives, booze still in hand.

"No. No. Just... no." The older cop quickly swats his young partner's hand away from the ignition. No way he was going to get involve with that. The older cop opts instead to get out of the vehicle and calls for assistance from paramedics, moving to help his downed fellows.

The night was lit up by this maniac on the bike. He purposefully terrorizes densely populated areas to create distractions, before eventually making his way to the Interstate for a getaway. Cameras are unable to get a good look at him, as from his speed he seems only a blur on images. One thing was for sure though, he was very distinct. And he had a hostage.

"Let me go! Of all the people why'd you kidnap me?! I'm just an intern!" The rather young and unremarkable Abby Flowers of Blissforce protested, wondering if Bliss was going to cover for this traumatic experience, er, if she was going to make it out alive.

"Shut up Dame. You were the closest one I could grab, and you're gonna help me crack the A.I. once we find a nice quiet place. then maybe if you cooperate, I'll take you out to dinner. hehehehe." For a high tech villain, he spoke in quite a low brow manner, even addressing an intern 'Dame'.

"Ugh. Misogynist pig." She said with disgust.

It was midnight, Somewhere downtown Chicago the young male known as Blake was walking around after a bulls game he attended with his uncle. "Damn bulls always gotta lose. I come all the way to Chicago just to watch them lose... Could have done that from home"

For some reason Blake had his book bag which contained all his suit and his laptop, The two most unrelated items he owned. That seemed to be a good thing since a few seconds later Blake heard police sirens and people screaming which caused him to shoot his head to the left wondering what was going on over there.

"Just when I started to think Chicago wasn't as tough as the news said it was" said Blake while he opened his backpack revealing his costumes insignia. Looking around him making sure no one saw him cut into this back alley Blake grabbed the costume out the bag and tossed the bag on the floor behind a garbage can before spinning at an incredible speed coming to a halt in his suit which was actually quite bright at night.

Dashing at the blink of an eye through two avenues and one alley before coming to the block where a police car was rammed into a fire-hydrant and people running in every direction. "Officers what happened here” said Blake as he started walking over to them standing outside their squad car. “What the hell kid? Aren’t you from New York.. Wrong city” said the older of the two officers. “Yea yea tell me something I don’t know. Now what happened?” said Blake as he had to remember he wasn’t in New York anymore. “Some color freak on a superbike just ran through here. Too fast for us” said the officer.

“Sounds like my type of party” joked Blake before he dashed away in to the direction he saw some larger than average bike tracks. Within a few seconds Blake made his way to the side of the car where he saw this bike with a weird glow causing him to whistle hoping to get the attention of man on the bike “Isn’t it to late for people to play with their toy cars outside” asked Blake as he ran alongside the man on the bike or woman... Who knew. Speaking of which. He had a woman with him whom Blake suspected was being held against her will.

"I don't own anything in Chicago. I would never own anything in Chicago. I will never own anything, for any reason in Chicago." To win a bet with her fiancee, Bliss walked down a well lit Chicago street. Every so often Bliss came to Chicago for some reason or another, and every time, Bliss either hated it or could not remember it. "That's not even the right logo." Faced with the truth, Bliss changed the reality of the situation. "It doesn't make any sense to move a satellite here."

"It's not a satellite. It's a center we are looking at for expansion, for a possible satellite." Ashley stayed back at Palo Alto. Resting poolside at her and Bliss' residence in a red bikini top and black bottoms. "I think Abby spotted it and decided we should give it a look."

"Abby's job is to be invisible. That's it. Not to hire people. Not to buy property. Be invisible. How do you screw that up?" The air in Chicago felt cooler than the heat of northern California. Bliss wore a black skirt with a striped blue and green shirt with her hair down to her shoulders. "Why is the logo of the company here?"

"I don't really know. Abby probably put it up to scare off potential bidders."

"Mmmmmm." The clatter of teeth would soon send Bliss back to the dentist. Some calamity broke out inside. Nothing from inside struck Bliss as particularly ordinary. Just more reason not to locate in Chicago. "Hold on Ash. I need to go inside. Sounds like some of the reasons we shouldn't be in Chicago are calling me in." Before she could even make it past the front door, an officer stopped her.

"Property is off limits, mam."

"That's my name on the building." Bliss looked past the officer to see the servers placed against the back wall with a poorly placed cooling system not pulling enough heat to keep the structures cooling bill at an acceptable rate.

"You own this business?"

Bliss put her eyes on the officer before taking them over to a dry erase board with a compression algorithm running too many redundancies to be anywhere near efficient. "Nope. I have no reason to be here at all. Just need to find my intern and I'll be gone."

"She didn't happen to be a fairly unremarkable girl with red hair did she?"

"That's a brutally honest statement. Here's mine: Yeah, dick."

"Mam, you are being disorderly and I have pepper spray." The officer tugged at his belt to bring his utility kit around. "Some guy took her along with some of the egghead stuff they had in there. Some AI or such. Figure they want to make her figure it all out or something."

A cackle of madness erupted from Bliss. "First of all, that redundancy is so fractured it would take a year to age a day. The only thing slower than that function is Abby coming up with how to fix it."

"Mam. I don't care. I'm not getting paid to care. A girl was kidnapped and needs to be returned before-"

"Yeah, yeah, I get it." Bliss waved herself and the officer off as she left the start up behind and began to search for the trail Abby went off on.

"You should be nicer to the police. And Abby. And people in general." A voice came out of Bliss' hand, reminding her she never hung up on Ashley.

"Saving Abby will cover one of those and one out of three isn't that bad." Bliss started to work some magic on her phone to send a signal to Abby's phone, getting a GPS lock on her location.

"It's thirty three percent. That is failure."

"In baseball it gives you the highest ERA in the league. Sorry, gotta hang up and save Abby. See you soon." Bliss hung up while keeping her fingers at work. Abby moved at a remarkable speed, but Bliss could come up with a good enough way of figuring out how to get there. She grabbed a taxi. But, the taxi would not be the magical part. No, that came from Bliss accessing the mainframe of Chicago traffic to keep everything light in the city turning green for her as she continued to follow the GPS location Abby left behind.

"You know this is a dumb idea right? You stole something highly technical and then kidnapped the first person you saw. You could have asked people for qualifications. Like hold a gun and say 'tell me who has a degree in information technologies',but no, you went ahead and grabbed the first person you saw." The appeal of falling to the moving ground below to not entice Abby in the slightest, meaning she would need to stick it out with this ride down the city a little while longer. She felt a vibration go off inside of her jacket. The blue screen let her know someone was looking for her. Possibly the best and worst person she could think of. "I've got an idea. How about you say let me go. And you can keep that thingy you stole. Sound good?"

Abby was riding behind her kidnapper in the enclosed bike. Her arms were bound by some weird- maybe kinky- space aged leather-latex material that vacuum sealed her arms in place, then secured further with some automatic spinal mechanism thing. It was all very high tech and nano. And Apple. She was both secured to the bike, and likely in some discomfort.

"You listen to me, dame. I do what I want and..." The maniac Biker was speaking to his hostage when Blake ran up beside the bike, tapping on the glass and trying to get his attention.

"This ain't no place for a hero, kid." From one of the many outlets and holes in the high tech bike, the Maniac Biker released a slick, transparent lubricant onto Blake's path.

The Taxi driver was perplexed at all the green lights he was passing by. "So where are we going, miss?"

While Blake was chasing the biker he looked over and noticed the woman being strapped down "Why does he want to take you so bad?" yelled Blake hoping she could hear through the glass. And it was at that moment he slipped on something which caused him to spin awry hitting a taxi that was behind him knocking him back through the windshield and over the hood which caused Blake to roll half a block before coming to a halt. "Dammit" said Blake as he started getting up slower than usually. "I'm gonna kick this guys ass" before he began to run at a human speed before dashing his speed up to roughly 300 miles per hour overtaking the location of the bike and throwing three pieces of broken wood on the floor. They were probably 7 foot long a piece but broken up like stakes.

"Go straight til I tell you to turn right." Bliss took out her phone and began to scroll through her contacts. "You'll get a street name when I have more details- Hey Abby, it's Bliss, you probably aren't answering your phone because you're an idiot, but I'm saving you right now, and when I've rescued your dumbass, I'm going to make you listen to this entire message." Bliss pulled the phone away from her mouth and made a loud sound by blowing with her lips closed and her tongue out until the beep from the other phone cut her off. "Okay, turn right here." This all worked out fine for Bliss, but the cab driver looked a little suspicious as Bliss continued her phone conversation.

"Okay, so I was kind of mean the last few minutes at you kidnapping me, but let me try to give a more compelling reason to let me go." Abby began screaming with all of her might to try and block out her kidnapper's focus on driving the motor bike. She would continue as she tried to distract him into making a mistake while she began to feel a vibration in the back pocket of her shorts. The bonds around her arms kept from answering the phone, but so did Abby screaming her head off during the high speed chase, so it all worked out.