There was a flash of orange, black, and green as three bikes flew down the road followed by the distinct yellow and blue decal of the dragster. Overhead the sound of a jet streaked by as Hawk found his way above the group. With the ease of a sailor upon his ship, the team weaved in and out of traffic, passing the common folk without so much as a glance. Already having raced through the back roads, it was Lioness who had turned out the victor as she led the team into the city. There was a certain beauty to their movements as they skimmed the sides of cars by a hair's breathe, unafraid and unhindered by other motorists.

Traffic lights meant little as they bobbed and weaved swifter and smarter than any mathematician, sliding and jumping over cars to avoid hitting the brakes. The team owned the streets, not just because they protected them but because they could stream through them like salmon up a river. As the thrill of racing died down, the team was able to enjoy the low rumble of the bikes and sound of tires screeching across the pavement as they passed through the city. As they began to leave city limits, they turned down onto the bridge crossing over the river that coursed through Landmark City's east side. Flying low above the bikes to avoid the coils and beams of the bridge, Hawk looked down to the bikes as Axel and King pulled alongside Lioness.

"Hey, I've got a cool place for us to check out if anybody is interested," Hawk said as he opened the channel between the communicators embedded in their helmets.

"Really?" Lioness broke in with a strong hint of skepticism. "The last time we went to one of your cool places it turned out to be a total drag."

"It's not my fault that they were closed for renovations!" Hawk interrupted before she could fully revive the rather embarrassing situation he had put them in on their previous excursion through the city.

"Haha, I remember that!" Shark began already anticipating the playful harassment. But before he could continue King beat him to it.

"Renovations? Are you sure about that? Because it sure looked like they were closed down to me!"

Axel looked back to his team as if to reprimand them while he pulled ahead.

"Alright alright, we'll take turns then," he insisted as he casually passed by a car with Lioness in tow and King going around the opposite way. "Let's see, we can go. . .,"

Obligated to his own words, Axel glanced up down the road then out across the bridge to see if there was anywhere interesting. Already halfway across the bridge, Axel managed to spot a curious building not too far from the river. His lips turned into a smile as it became clearer in the distance.

"There," he said with his eyes fixated beyond the bridge.

Following his lead, they all looked over towards the building standing out amongst the woods that lined the bank of the river. With a reeve of their engines Axel sped ahead with his team close behind. Once they were off the bridge it took a few moments for the team to arrive. Down a forgotten road, Axel came to a halt as he stopped his bike in front of the building. The sound of cooling engines followed as King pulled up beside him followed by Lioness then Shark. The dust from the Road was tossed up as the team set up their stands and dismounted with Shark closing his door amongst them.

Before them was a warehouse that had long since been forgotten. Axel took off his helmet and placed it on his bike before taking a few steps toward the building. The ground around it was nothing less than a worker's graveyard. Broken bits of glass from windows and bottles were buried in the dirt. Plastic covered several of the broken windows, some of which had been torn and ripped off. Pallets and broken crates were scattered around broken pieces of metal that were jagged and rusted. Overgrown weeds and trees hung close to the building and the darkness of the unrestricted forest nearby cast an eerie shadow along its face. King came up next to Axel with his neck craned up to the sky to look at the massive building.

"I know this place. Warehouse 7, abandoned after an accident killed several people," he said with an air of mystery. "They say that the workers that died still hang around trying to finish the job that had killed them."

"Why the hell would they do that? What's that supposed to mean!" Hawk interjected rather nervously. He was not one to play around with the supernatural.

"It means that it's haunted," Lioness added as she gave him a shifty glance. Hawk gave a shiver with the thought of the creepy and unexplained. The rest of the group meandered closer to the building kicking over some trash and exploring a little.

"It's not like I'm afraid of ghosts or anything but look at this place, I'll get tetanus just by standing here," Hawk said with a motion towards the debris that was scattered around, especially a ragged piece of rebar that seemed to glint at him. With a snicker Shark couldn't pass up the chance to harass the pilot and jumped up behind him with a shout to spook him. Hawk flinched and could not escape the surfer as he waved his hands around Hawk's head with a crazy face.

"Yeah the creepy ghosts are gonna get'cha!" Shark laughed as Hawk batted him away. "Come on Dude I'm only messin' with ya," he said again as Hawk went to go pout off in the corner.

"It wouldn't hurt just to take a look inside," Axel said as he pushed in the broken door with a little finesse. With a few glances inside, Axel lead the way into the building followed by King. Shark and Hawk slowly made their way over toward the door with Lioness dropping some rubble to follow after them. Shark continued harassing the pilot by making strange noises and flailing his arms. As Lioness passed she raised an eyebrow at the two, catching the eye of Shark, who quietly obeyed and stopped harassing his friend. He fell to the back slightly embarrassed. Lioness and Hawk disappeared into the building as Shark sidetracked to investigate some of the multicolored glass left broken by the door.

But in that short moment Shark managed to feel a chill in his bones that turned into a shiver up his spine. Shark quickly looked to the side, then following his gut, stepped back and looked up into the face of the abandoned warehouse. The windows were barred, the wood rotten. Shark narrowed his gaze onto one of the broken windows that seemed to be the source of the feeling. He watched as the torn plastic slightly waved out of the window, rustling with ghost like quality. Shark starred at it for a moment longer before looking back towards the door. He took a step back and turned around to look towards the bikes. They were right where they had left them, undisturbed and ready to go. He took a few steps along each side to raise an eyebrow beyond the rubble in plain sight but there was still nothing. Maybe it was just his imagination or his nerves slightly on edge with that ghost story. Shark scratched his head before stepping inside unaware of the silver eyes that glared down upon him from the broken window.

Shark entered into the dark and dim lobby where chairs had fallen over and papers were still scattered about, tattered and worn by the elements. Several hallways and a pair of large entry doors were set out before him and not a single one gave him a clue into which his friends had followed. Shark gave a sigh, and with a random selection, pushed open the set of doors to the left.

"Man, why am I always the one to get lost," he muttered to himself as he raised his arms behind his head. But the resilient man didn't let it bring him down. He would just have to do some exploring on his own until he ran into them again.

Through the double doors (opposite to the ones Shark just passed) Hawk, Axel, and Lioness explored various offices and eventually found their way to the open floor of the assembly line towards the center of the warehouse. The space was large and open with various equipment still in their rightful place. A few pallets had remained intact and a splash of documents littered the floor.

"Man would you look at all this old stuff," King said as he came up to one of the lines and examined the machinery. Lioness picked up some of the papers on the ground to look at them.

Strange, she thought to herself as she looked at them. As expected most were yellowed and wrinkled with age and damage but there was one that was cleaner, newer.

Meanwhile Axel strolled towards a broken pallet that had spilled onto the ground to check out what was inside. Packaged parts had fallen out but what caught his attention was the way in which they had fallen. Putting his hand to the remaining crate still intact, Axel could see a strong linear burn mark as if the pallet had been cut by a laser. Yet at the same time, the damage on the crate looked as if it had been done internally, like it had been stimulated to rot in the places that had been burned.

"If it was up to me," Hawk began to say as he bent down to the ground to look at the mess. "I would have this junk heap torn down."

In response a rat scurried out from underneath him. Hawk gave a squeal and jumped back utterly disgusted. King gave a laugh and accidently broke one of the robot arms in the process. He quickly put it down before anyone could notice and looked to another piece of machinery nearby. Despite its age, King noticed that there was fresh oil lingering in its joints.

Above the group, a ledge hung over the assembly line along the walls of the factory. Two silver eyes appeared out from the shadows. They were the same set of eyes that had vanished from the window. A figure began to reveal itself out of the shadows as it looked down towards the people below. Jumping onto the rail no louder than a cat, the figure crouched upon it and raised his arm towards his back where a blade as silver as his eyes was sheathed. He grabbed onto its handle and went to pull it out when something caught his attention forcing him to stop. He could feel another inside the warehouse that had wandered off from the others. With one last glance towards the group, the figure quickly jumped off the rail to retreat back into the warehouse. Something was where it shouldn't be.

Nicknamed Lioness for a reason, the woman suddenly felt her sixth sense throw up an alarm. She quickly looked up towards the railing that created the catwalk above them but there was nothing to be seen.

"Something is off about this place," she mentioned to the others as she narrowed her eyes. With a frown, King couldn't help but agree. This place didn't have all the right characteristics of an abandoned warehouse.

"You know I think your right about that," he mentioned as he tossed away the robotics and walked back over towards the others.

"I could have told you that," Hawk insisted as crossed his arms over his chest. Back at the pallet, Axel glared at it. He got nothing but a bad feeling in the pit of his stomach.

"Let's get out of here," he said to the group. His discoveries told him that there was more to this warehouse than just a simple ghost story, something that they had blindly walked into. As he began to walk back towards the others Lioness gave a worried glance around the room. Blue, black, orange, where was yellow?

"Where is Shark?" she quickly asked. A flurry of concern came over her when she realized he was not with them. It was one thing to have a gut wrenching feeling trying to warn you about something and another to have that same feeling when someone was missing. The others looked around, just noticing his disappearance. They too didn't like the idea that a fellow friend had mysteriously vanished.

"Let's find him and get out of here," Axel said. The team gave a nod before leaving the assembly room.