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For real this time, I hope. Getting into the flow of things. We've been under construction all summer so no time to write. If you review, I don't mind if you flame me, but have a point. No flames telling me I just suck and you hate me. Tell me what you didn't like, and if it is reasonable I will try to change it. But do review, I like knowing that you are reading my story. Anyways, this is the sequel to One Heck of a Ride. This won't make much sense, if you don't read One Heck of a Ride. (Not that this is going to make any sense anyways!) This is the case with most sequels. DUH! If you haven't read it, go read it quickly, I just updated the last chapter. This story takes place about one year after One Heck of a Ride. I'm going to introduce a new character, a new Robin, and a new team of Titans who are after a vigilante that alludes them no matter what they do…
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It was a cold night in Jump City, the moon illuminating the night sky. A shivering man dressed in a thin black coat waited on top a waterfront warehouse building. What he was waiting for a secret meeting between two low profile drug dealers. He loved picking on the lower drug dealers. They were easy pickings, gave a decent amount of cash, and they didn't hunt you to the ends of the earth for revenge.
He had been tracking this deal for weeks now. Being as freaking good as he was, he was going to boost whatever money he got from it. He was risk, but taking risks was his business. He had finally found out that the deal was going down in Jump City. Jump City was cold in the winter. Now he was trying to figure out why the dealers couldn't of picked Miami or something. Not only did he hate cold, this was the home of the Teen Titans. He had an aversion to being caught by super powered teenagers. But the amount of drugs that was supposedly being bought would hold her over for quite a while. He hunkered down as the first group of men came near the building. They stopped outside and started waiting. He smiled when he heard one of the dealers murmur something about freezing his ass off . The black clad thief looked around for the second group of men. After about two minutes, one man, dressed in a trench coat that was pulled up over his face and a hat, came from the left alley next to the warehouse. The thief thought about it for a second and quickly looked over his shoulder to make sure of something. The warehouse was right on the water. There was no way for him to come from behind. He looked left. There was a warehouse right next to this one. He looked at the lone dealer.
"Where the hell did he come from?" Ryan thought. The lone dealer produced the case to the other group. The thief jumped off the roof he had been hiding on. He did a couple of flips on the way down and when he hit the ground, immediately charged into the group. One punch to the jaw took down the fist thug and a wheel kick planted on the side of the face took out the other. He then spun around and drop the other dealer with a right-hand punch in the gut. He turned to the last dealer half-expecting to have to chase him down but he was still standing there. He took the chance to charge him and punched at the last dealers face. The dealers expertly dodge the thief's first attack and flipped out off the way of the second attack, a jump kick, and came skidding to a stop twenty feet away. The trench coat dropped to the ground as the dealer took off his hat to revel his true identity.
"I guess you will be hard than those wimps I took care of for you." The thief said calmly even though he was getting a little nervous. Why was he nervous you say. You would be to if a man in black spandex with a blue symbol on his chest was standing twenty feet away from you. A little voice in his head started whispering something inaudible to him.
"Maybe you want more of a challenge, Burnout." The mysterious man said. What little self-control Burnout had kept his jaw from dropping at that moment. The little voice in his head started screaming at him but he still didn't know what it was saying.
"Who are you? Birdboy, Blackbird?" Burnout was just trying to annoy him. It was really do at the moment.
"You can call me Nightwing, Burnout, or should I call you the Burning Arm alchemist or maybe your real name, Ryan." The mysterious man replied.
"How do you know that name?" Burnout growled in annoyance. The little voice was screaming louder than a Kiss concert. It wasn't screaming because he new to call him Burnout, the name he took when he started to boost things or his sort of real name. Ryan was freaked by the fact he knew his league name. Nobody but other league alchemist new that name. He knew what the little voice was saying this time. It was screaming setup.
"I've been watching you. I setup this meeting for us." The man named Nightwing took a step closer.
"Who are you working for, Teen Titans." Ryan told the voice.
"Yeah right, the Titans aren't this sneaky. They could setup a setup like this if they wanted to." This was good and bad news. There was only one guy to avoid but he seemed to be able to find him anywhere. Negotiating seemed like a good option right now.
"What? Setup a Setup? What the hell do you want?
"I've been following you because I need your help. There's a job I need a partner for. I chose you."
"What's in it for me?" Burnout asked.
"She will get all the money she ever will need, I promise, just come with me." Nightwing knew he hit a nerve as Burnout eyes narrowed and his entire body tensed. The stare down continued until the dealers began to stir.
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"Nightwing, huh. Funny name." Burnout said. He began to study this Nightwing character, about a 19 year old male with straight, black hair down to his shoulders. He was tall with an athletic build. Nightwing had led him to a small cave on the Jump City shoreline. It was particularly gloomy. Ryan couldn't figure out how anyone could live down here.
"Yes. Well, I wanted something dark, someone told me about this name and I choose it in her memory." Nightwing told Ryan.
"Whatever, but why me? I'm an 17 year old kid with a knack for stealing from mobs and crime lords. Why would a vigilante need me?" Ryan asked.
"Cause your good. I need somebody that can help me with a job that would frighten most thieves away." Nightwing replied.
"What kind of job?"
"Removing something from the JLU's vault..."
"Oh, hell no! I've done crazy things in my life, but that WOULD take the cake. NO WAY!" Ryan yelled. He turned away from Nightwing and started for the door.
"How about raising someone from the dead. Thats pretty crazy. I heard you did it. You paid a price too." Nightwing replied. Ryan stopped in his tracks. He turned glared at Nightwing as if he was going to tear him apart. Ryan unconsciously grabbed his right arm during the second stare down.
"How do you know so much about me? No one knows what I did that day except for her. Who the hell are you? Some kind of telepath?" Ryan yelled at the young vigilante as more silence ensued.
"You asked why you. Because I lost someone too and I need your help getting her back." Nightwing explained
"By robbing the Justice League! Hell, take me to the cops, I can get away from them. I'll be damned if I have Superman hunting my ass." Ryan was done with this psycho. If he wanted to be on JLU's most wanted list, he could. Ryan wasn't going to be with him.
"I wouldn't go if I were you." Nightwing stated and turned to his computer and started watching a newscast on the Titan's latest bust. Ryan took a step towards the door and then hung his head.
"Why don't I want to leave?" He asked not really expecting a good answer.
"Because I'll tell the mob who stole 500,000 dollars of their drug money two years back." Damn. That was a good reason.
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"I can't believe I'm doing this." Ryan said as he looked at Earth through the giant windows.
"Shut up, Flame, you will give us away. We want to look like we belong here." Nightwing ordered quietly. He had waited a long time for this. He wasn't going to let this punk screw it up now. They walked down the many corridors to the hallways of the giant space station. Not just any space station but the Justice League's station. They had sneaked on board and had pretended to be matience crew. Now, all they had to do was find the vault and get out of there.
"There it is, Night." Ryan said quietly and they quickly walked over there. They waited until everybody was out of the hallway, then Night started hacking the vault door.
Hurry up man, we'll get caught." Ryan whispered. "And I'm all for not getting caught."
"Shut up, this is hard enough to do without your interruptions." Ryan poked his finger in the panel to do something and Night pushed him away.
"What the hell man. Just pull the wire already."
"Have you cracked an JLU safe with 20 heroes on the other side of this alarm? No? Then let me do it!" Nightwing turned around to yell at Ryan and in his fury of speaking had forgot his hand was on the same wire Ryan was going to pull.. Fragile wire + sudden jerk to shut someone up wire disconnected.
"Night the safe is opening."
"What, oh crap," Night looked at the wire in his hand and then looked dumbfounded at the safe door.
"All you have to do on a Trassul 500 safe door is to pull that wire and it shorts the motherboard. Its a trick the manufacturers never found out about." Ryan walked right into the safe with a gloating look on his face.
"Unbelievable. How did he know that?" Nightwing whispered to himself and followed him into the safe. The large steel room was filled with a lot of crap that the Justice League had confiscated. Ryan and Night looked around for the number code on the box that Night had, shall we say, "cleverly acquired". Ryan still had no clue what they were stealing. Night had kept that info to himself.
"Here it is, Flame." Nightwing said. "Come help me get it to the transporter." Ryan complied and helped him carry the large, heavy crate to the safe transport pad. And damn was it heavy. Unfortunately, the safe transport pad couldn't transport them back to earth. They would have transport into the main bay of the space station. At any given time there was about five superheros in that main bay, it could be a problem get it to the other side of the bay to the planet side transporters.
"Now, all we have to do is transport to the main room and fight our way out of here. That will be fun." Ryan said sarcastically. "By the way, what's in here? Its pretty heavy, like a statue or something. How that supposed to get your friend back?" Ryan asked.
"Yea, bout that... I'll explain later. We just have to protect it at all cost." Night told him. "We just have to fight our way across the the main transport bay to get to the main transporters and not let anything happen to this. Understand. Nothing happens to this. Now put on your suit." Ryan and Night had brought toolboxes on board with some equipment to hack the vault plus a plain black suit. Night pulled out his plain black suit and put it on. Ryan silently did the same thing, thinking why he wanted this box. Was it a cool healing device that could cure all diseases or something that looked into your head. Look in to your head. why was that bothering him. Then it hit him.
"Damn! Can't that martian that runs the Watchtower read minds or something." Ryan asked. He had just thought about this. If they were going to fight their way out, he didn't want that martian to learn his identity and make this a waste of time.
"No, I forgot to make the suits specifically to block his telepathy." Night replied with a hint of sarcasm. Ok, a lot of sarcasm. He had planned this for months. He had everything covered. Except for that stupid vault door.
"Looks like you thought of everything, eagle scout, sir." Ryan replied sarcastically. Night rolled his eyes at that comment.
"You ready?" Night asked as he stepped up on the transporter.
"Yea, lets kick some hero ass." Ryan said as he reluctantly stepped on the transporter pad. Night pressed some buttons and in a flash of light, they were gone.
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There it is. My new redone chapter. Lovely isn't it? I know not much action but that will change. I didn't like how this chapter flowed. If I made an grammtical mistake please tell me. I don't have a beta. Also, I will redo the next chapter soon. This fic, from here on out, will be rated PG-13 for language and violence. I will give more action and explain things in the coming chapters. Also, questions, helpful advice, I am always open to it. Please give me your ideas. I just might use them.
Till then,
Burning Death
