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Stone followed the cloud of blue exhaust pluming out of the beater, which looked as if it could seize at any moment. When the beater bumped the limo, both cars slowed down enough for Stone to begin closing the gap between them.

Just after the accident, he saw an army jeep and two hummers pull onto the road. Stone wouldn’t be able to slow down in time to not crash into them. He noticed a pallet leaning on some bricks and opened the throttle. When he hit the pellet, his bike leapt into the air in what felt like cinematic slow motion. His feet left the bike and he stretched his body out like Superman. He pulled himself back onto the bike just before he landed, clearing the three military vehicles.

"We're still after the same guy, Eagle Eye," Spanky said, pointing the motorcycle that had just flown over the convoy, "That's him!" As the convoy thundered up to speed, Spanky hastily briefed his only hero. "That call was from command. We're still to apprehend Stone if possible, but there are some higher priority targets in the area. Based on the info command gave me, I'd say they were the ones driving those vehicles. These men are all armed, one with a sword, one with a huge vacuum, and the last with his beard." Even Spanky seemed a little confused as he said the last one. "Yeah, I don't get it, either. Anyway, they’re highly dangerous. Not only is deadly force authorized, it's been recommended."

At that, the general turned to his driver, "Did you hear that, soldier? That means we need to be at Channel Q five minutes ago!"

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Scott heard something like a helicopter pass overhead, He shrugged. It probably had absolutely nothing to do with him.

Just to be safe, he walked in a different direction as if he had business down this particular shady alley.

Of course, it just so happens that this is positively the wrong shady alley to duck into... As a reflex, he hid as he heard footsteps, put on the mask and helm, and got out of most of his street clothing as an added measure. He left his shoes and pants on, but STAY FROSTY? Yeah, it had to go five minutes ago. It was too easy to identify.

"Hey, little boy... best to be giving up now..."

"Weak," the Fridge replied, stepping out from his hiding place.

The three men ganged up on the Fridge. Three normal men. Armed, though none of them had a gun. And willing to kill for the five bucks in the Fridge's wallet.

"Your money, Funny Hat Boy."

"I think not..." He iced up his soles as he stalled for time.

"Bad choice." The men struck out- the Fridge deeked to the side, skating backwards. They all came after him again- he hip-checked one, and then in an amazing display of grace in desperation, raised a frosted stream along with his spinning fist, giving the second a nasty case of frostbite.

The third grazed Scott. "Damn it, I'm not even supposed to be here today," the Fridge complained, deeking away from two blades once more. He quickly tried to formulate some way out of this losing situation. He found one.

The Fridge leapt backwards, clung to the wall by ice for the briefest of instants, and then lashed out with a wide slashing kick that was again more desperation than true fighting style. And, once more, his power- the blades of ice that he skated upon- did the deed his lack of training could not. One clutched his arm, disabled.

Scott turned the twist into a turnaround, leaned back away from his opponents knife- overbalanced- and went on an unplanned fall backwards. Only quick thinking and a somewhat agile body tunred it from a deadly fall into a flip-flopping kick that felt like it broke the man's jaw- and the Fridge's foot.

Scott started to hobble away, looking for his shirt in the dark alley...

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Scott got off the bus, heading directly for his home. He went to the back yard, uncovered his costume. "Dammit, I'm not even supposed to be here today. I wanted a normal day. Just a normal day. Go from spot to spot. Have a good time. Why can't I have- a normal- day?"

He slipped on the armor, wincing as it touched the bandage. The greaves and gauntlets came after that. The final touch was the helmet. "There will be blood today..."

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Stone wrapped his hands with gauze. He fired so rapidly back at the station that the guns nearly began to glow red. The machine gun next to him still smoked and he thought about everyone at the scene of the battle. They were witnesses. This was one of the few moments in his life where those who had seen this power lived to tell others about it. Even the Politician, who like we said before, knew Stone long before the League was formed, but this was the first time the Politician had ever observed such as display.

Stone sat silently for the duration of the flight, resolving to return to his original plan.

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Damnit! Louis's brain exploded with sudden shock. Security cameras. They were going to be his downfall if he was not careful. He had been lucky to remember them here.

As he sped down the street, a bit faster, perhaps, than neccessary, as he was obviously out of harm's way now, he began questioning his abilities again. As far as technology went, at least.

It was his only hope that taking himself out of all the tapes (if there were any in Stop&P. Louis didn't know, because he wasn't technologically or 'real-world' inclined at all) in Stop&P would erase any record of his ever being there. Actually, it was his only hope that he could actually take himself out of the tapes. It was a risk, but if he could erase himself from the sight of everyone who would later view any security in Stop&P, then he would be safe.

He didn't have the time to get back, sneak in, and find the tapes for review, so his actions were solely based on chance.

By now, he was fairly sure that his new adaption was the ability to make people see or not see anything by now. So why would it be any different with technology. He told himself it was only a slim chance, because it was, and focused in on trying only to doctor up the tapes from here...if there were any tapes to be doctored up.

He was sure there were though, and he was sure that what he would do here would work. If it did, and it surely would, than now whenever that tape was viewed, any time he had been there in the store, he was replaced by someone else. Louis tried to make it so that Ellen had been helping the woman he had created in the abandoned steel mill. The service in the restricted area was also helping her now, at least it would seem that way. And the gunman, well, he kept his role.

And so it would be the imaginary criminals that everyone would chase after.

As for the times when Louis's voice was in there, Louis wasn't sure what to do. He would have to risk it now, but from now on he would have to go out in a mask, and he would use a voice changer.

Yes. This would all work out for him.
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Maria was still ready to punch the lights out of anyone who bothered to show up and try to do anything stupid, but, as earlier, nothing of the sort happened. Thinking she needed to get home anyway, somewhat instinctively, she dematerialized and took off at a full run home and then phased through her home's door without even thinking.