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<blockquote data-quote="Broccli_Head" data-source="post: 897164" data-attributes="member: 105"><p><strong>issue#1, part III</strong></p><p></p><p>"GOOD CITIZENS. TODAY SLIPSTREAM AND STALWART WILL BRING TO YOU A DEMONSTRATION OF SUPERPOWERS HERE IN THE HEART OF BOSTON."</p><p></p><p>Slipstream looked for Bob, his publicist. The man was jumping off the stage. Clearly, this was not a planned event. He heard a "pop" and sped from the Quicksilver platform. Something exploded leaving behind strands of sticky resin on the stage. </p><p></p><p>"Missed me, Darth!" Slipstream called out and let loose with a blast of stored kinetic energy from his hands. Sparks flew across the surface of Stalwart's battle suit. The people "oohed" and "aahhed". However, the FBI's hostage and rescue hero seemed unaffected. A circle on Stalwart's chest began to strobe and then it emitted a flash of blinding light. Slipstream saw white spots and that was about all. </p><p></p><p>He heard his fans yelling and screaming, "I'm blind" or "I can't see" around him. </p><p></p><p>"Darth, you hurt da peoples!" cried Slipstream as he bobbed and weaved blindly towards where he thought the stage was located really trying to avoid the wailing innocents.</p><p></p><p>Another grenade exploded nearby and he heard the sound of those entangling strands he had seen earlier. Some of the innocent by-standers cried out, caught in the “webs”. </p><p></p><p>"SURRENDER NOW, SLIPSTREAM. I HAVE YOU IN MY SIGHTS!"</p><p></p><p>"You may have me in your sights, Darth, but now I am the master, cuz I can hear you!"</p><p></p><p>Slipstream snapped his fingers and pushed the sound towards the where he thought he heard Stalwart's voice and engines. A sonic boom rocked across Quincy Market shattering some windows. Slipstream winced, but was rewarded with a yell of pain and the sound of explosions as the sound-wave also destroyed Stalwart's radio and parabolic hearing devices, and most importantly penetrated his battle suit. Smoke issued from its back. </p><p></p><p>"Righteous, Dude. You beat him! He's smokin' and he's leavin'!" Slipstream heard someone in the crowd say. </p><p></p><p>Slipstream heard another grenade being fired, but there was no burst when it hit. It must have been a dud. As the spots started to lessen, Slipstream felt a tug at his side.</p><p></p><p>"Mr. Slipstream, the big gray robot left you a note."</p><p></p><p>Slipstream looked down to see a little girl handing him a flyer. She was also covered with sticky strands from the tangle grenade. </p><p></p><p>"Thanks, little dudette."</p><p></p><p>The note read: <em>SORRY. I WAS ACTING UNDER ORDERS</em></p><p></p><p>"I guess ol' Stalwart's not so unrighteous after all."</p><p></p><p>He patted the girl on the head making her frown with embarrassment then he remembered the page from Jason. He'd track down Bob later. </p><p></p><p>"Step back, little dudette," cautioned the speedster, and as the child moved away, Slipstream took off in a flash.</p><p></p><p>**</p><p></p><p>“Please, Mr. Smith, do me the courtesy of not arresting me inside my restaurant and in front of my people.”</p><p></p><p>“I am not arresting you, Mr. Lee. We only want to talk to you. If you are co-operative that will be the end of our association. Will you come quietly or create a scene?”</p><p></p><p>“It appears that I have no choice.” </p><p></p><p>Jae Son rose and walked in front of Agent Smith, who smiled smugly and nodded to two armored FBI agents who watched the inside of the restaurant. </p><p></p><p>Mr. Ho bowed as Jae Son passed, “I am very sorry Mr. Lee. I am sure everything will be alright.”</p><p></p><p>“Yes Da-ting. All will be well. You know,” said Jae Son Lee with a broad smile, “this reminds me of a Chinese fire drill.”</p><p></p><p>While Agent Smith and the other two federal agents were trying to get the humor, the busboy and a server understood the cue from Jae Son. Plates flew and Agent Smith was soon covered in hot-and-sour soup, pan-fried noodles and Szechaun chicken. One of the other guards was sprawled on the floor having slipped in dirty water courtesy of the busboy, and the third was yelling for Jae Son to stop as the detective ran for the kitchen. </p><p></p><p>“Stop him! He’s going out the back!” added Agent Smith wiping noodles from his suit.</p><p></p><p>Jae Son ran into the meat locker and let the Warwolf come. Anaka slipped into the kitchen before the federal agents. As the Warwolf left through the back door, kitchen workers were clamoring and shouting and generally delaying the FBI. One armored agent got through only to find Anaka waiting there. The martial artist knocked him into shelves filled with pot and pans with a wave of his Ch’i power. Agent Smith arrived soon after and leveled a 9mm pistol at Anaka. </p><p></p><p>“Your agents are prone to slipping today,” said Anaka crossing his arms, but sizing up the FBI agent just in case he had to let loose another mystical martial arts attack. </p><p></p><p>The dragon tattoos writhed on his arms, having a disconcerting effect on Agent Smith. </p><p></p><p>He gulped and spoke slowly while still pointing his Glock, “OK. Keep your hands where I can see them and come with me outside. I don’t want any more trouble.”</p><p></p><p>Anaka, seeing that Jae Son had left the building raised his hands and went quietly, the agents falling in behind him. </p><p></p><p>The Warwolf had leaped onto the roof of the building, startling a blaster rifle-wielding agent. The agent panicked and fired missing Warwolf entirely. The blast echoed to the streets and into the restaurant. The beast growled but decided not to engage and began bounding from rooftop to rooftop further into Chinatown. </p><p></p><p>Down in the front of the Emperor’s Garden, Agent Smith was yelling into the radio. </p><p></p><p>“I said no shooting! This had gotten out of hand….”</p><p></p><p>Just then Slipstream zipped onto the scene. Agents were pointing at the “werewolf” jumping across the roof and Anaka was standing patiently waiting for the confused feds to decide what to do next. </p><p></p><p>“What’s goin’ on, officer dudes?”</p><p></p><p>“You lost him? How? Where’d he go?” they over heard Agent Smith through a hidden microphone somewhere on his person. </p><p></p><p>He had failed to hide his surprise in seeing Slipstream, but he ignored him for the moment while he issued terse orders. Anaka and Slipstream overheard a lot of back and forth radio chatter. Finally, he turned to Anaka and Slipstream letting out a sigh before speaking. </p><p></p><p>“Nothing….nothing. This is all just a misunderstanding,” he answered. “Alright, boys we’ll have to come back some other time.”</p><p></p><p>He opened the door to the blue sedan with tinted windows and government plates and turned to speak to Anaka.</p><p></p><p>“Tell your detective friend that we’ll be watching him and we still want to talk to him.”</p><p></p><p>“Did you see that look, Anakin? It’s a big Conspiracy, right? What happened here?” asked Slipstream as the FBI departed. </p><p></p><p>The martial arts instructor filled him in after correcting him about his name. </p><p></p><p>“That’s messed up. Why is the Man messin’ with us?” When Anaka offered no reply, Slipstream cursed in frustration and added, “That’s it. I’ll meet up with ya later. I need ta catch some tasty waves and relax or my head’s gonna explode!”</p><p></p><p>Anaka gave him a puzzled look and watched as Slipstream bolted away. Then he began to walk to Dr. James Lu’s, his and Jae Son’s pre-determined rendezvous point. </p><p></p><p>Slipstream made it to San Diego in less than a half-hour and hit the surf in less time than that.</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="Broccli_Head, post: 897164, member: 105"] [b]issue#1, part III[/b] "GOOD CITIZENS. TODAY SLIPSTREAM AND STALWART WILL BRING TO YOU A DEMONSTRATION OF SUPERPOWERS HERE IN THE HEART OF BOSTON." Slipstream looked for Bob, his publicist. The man was jumping off the stage. Clearly, this was not a planned event. He heard a "pop" and sped from the Quicksilver platform. Something exploded leaving behind strands of sticky resin on the stage. "Missed me, Darth!" Slipstream called out and let loose with a blast of stored kinetic energy from his hands. Sparks flew across the surface of Stalwart's battle suit. The people "oohed" and "aahhed". However, the FBI's hostage and rescue hero seemed unaffected. A circle on Stalwart's chest began to strobe and then it emitted a flash of blinding light. Slipstream saw white spots and that was about all. He heard his fans yelling and screaming, "I'm blind" or "I can't see" around him. "Darth, you hurt da peoples!" cried Slipstream as he bobbed and weaved blindly towards where he thought the stage was located really trying to avoid the wailing innocents. Another grenade exploded nearby and he heard the sound of those entangling strands he had seen earlier. Some of the innocent by-standers cried out, caught in the “webs”. "SURRENDER NOW, SLIPSTREAM. I HAVE YOU IN MY SIGHTS!" "You may have me in your sights, Darth, but now I am the master, cuz I can hear you!" Slipstream snapped his fingers and pushed the sound towards the where he thought he heard Stalwart's voice and engines. A sonic boom rocked across Quincy Market shattering some windows. Slipstream winced, but was rewarded with a yell of pain and the sound of explosions as the sound-wave also destroyed Stalwart's radio and parabolic hearing devices, and most importantly penetrated his battle suit. Smoke issued from its back. "Righteous, Dude. You beat him! He's smokin' and he's leavin'!" Slipstream heard someone in the crowd say. Slipstream heard another grenade being fired, but there was no burst when it hit. It must have been a dud. As the spots started to lessen, Slipstream felt a tug at his side. "Mr. Slipstream, the big gray robot left you a note." Slipstream looked down to see a little girl handing him a flyer. She was also covered with sticky strands from the tangle grenade. "Thanks, little dudette." The note read: [I]SORRY. I WAS ACTING UNDER ORDERS[/I] "I guess ol' Stalwart's not so unrighteous after all." He patted the girl on the head making her frown with embarrassment then he remembered the page from Jason. He'd track down Bob later. "Step back, little dudette," cautioned the speedster, and as the child moved away, Slipstream took off in a flash. ** “Please, Mr. Smith, do me the courtesy of not arresting me inside my restaurant and in front of my people.” “I am not arresting you, Mr. Lee. We only want to talk to you. If you are co-operative that will be the end of our association. Will you come quietly or create a scene?” “It appears that I have no choice.” Jae Son rose and walked in front of Agent Smith, who smiled smugly and nodded to two armored FBI agents who watched the inside of the restaurant. Mr. Ho bowed as Jae Son passed, “I am very sorry Mr. Lee. I am sure everything will be alright.” “Yes Da-ting. All will be well. You know,” said Jae Son Lee with a broad smile, “this reminds me of a Chinese fire drill.” While Agent Smith and the other two federal agents were trying to get the humor, the busboy and a server understood the cue from Jae Son. Plates flew and Agent Smith was soon covered in hot-and-sour soup, pan-fried noodles and Szechaun chicken. One of the other guards was sprawled on the floor having slipped in dirty water courtesy of the busboy, and the third was yelling for Jae Son to stop as the detective ran for the kitchen. “Stop him! He’s going out the back!” added Agent Smith wiping noodles from his suit. Jae Son ran into the meat locker and let the Warwolf come. Anaka slipped into the kitchen before the federal agents. As the Warwolf left through the back door, kitchen workers were clamoring and shouting and generally delaying the FBI. One armored agent got through only to find Anaka waiting there. The martial artist knocked him into shelves filled with pot and pans with a wave of his Ch’i power. Agent Smith arrived soon after and leveled a 9mm pistol at Anaka. “Your agents are prone to slipping today,” said Anaka crossing his arms, but sizing up the FBI agent just in case he had to let loose another mystical martial arts attack. The dragon tattoos writhed on his arms, having a disconcerting effect on Agent Smith. He gulped and spoke slowly while still pointing his Glock, “OK. Keep your hands where I can see them and come with me outside. I don’t want any more trouble.” Anaka, seeing that Jae Son had left the building raised his hands and went quietly, the agents falling in behind him. The Warwolf had leaped onto the roof of the building, startling a blaster rifle-wielding agent. The agent panicked and fired missing Warwolf entirely. The blast echoed to the streets and into the restaurant. The beast growled but decided not to engage and began bounding from rooftop to rooftop further into Chinatown. Down in the front of the Emperor’s Garden, Agent Smith was yelling into the radio. “I said no shooting! This had gotten out of hand….” Just then Slipstream zipped onto the scene. Agents were pointing at the “werewolf” jumping across the roof and Anaka was standing patiently waiting for the confused feds to decide what to do next. “What’s goin’ on, officer dudes?” “You lost him? How? Where’d he go?” they over heard Agent Smith through a hidden microphone somewhere on his person. He had failed to hide his surprise in seeing Slipstream, but he ignored him for the moment while he issued terse orders. Anaka and Slipstream overheard a lot of back and forth radio chatter. Finally, he turned to Anaka and Slipstream letting out a sigh before speaking. “Nothing….nothing. This is all just a misunderstanding,” he answered. “Alright, boys we’ll have to come back some other time.” He opened the door to the blue sedan with tinted windows and government plates and turned to speak to Anaka. “Tell your detective friend that we’ll be watching him and we still want to talk to him.” “Did you see that look, Anakin? It’s a big Conspiracy, right? What happened here?” asked Slipstream as the FBI departed. The martial arts instructor filled him in after correcting him about his name. “That’s messed up. Why is the Man messin’ with us?” When Anaka offered no reply, Slipstream cursed in frustration and added, “That’s it. I’ll meet up with ya later. I need ta catch some tasty waves and relax or my head’s gonna explode!” Anaka gave him a puzzled look and watched as Slipstream bolted away. Then he began to walk to Dr. James Lu’s, his and Jae Son’s pre-determined rendezvous point. Slipstream made it to San Diego in less than a half-hour and hit the surf in less time than that. [/QUOTE]
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