It was a dark night. At first the streets of Star City seemed calm. Then, five figures whooshed into view, driving motorcycles at the highest speed possible. They wore identical, black helmets and leather jackets.
Together, they drove through the city, taking on a pointed formation similar to that of a flock of birds. At the head of the formation, a man in a black hoodie rode a bike as black as night. (Nightquiver) To his left, a woman in black and gold rode a black bike with yellow lights surrounding it. ( Sparta) To her left was another man, dressed in a red and black hoodie, mounted on a red motorcycle. (Shadow Boxer) To the first man's right was yet another man, dressed in green and riding a green bike. (Hawkcon) To this man's right was another woman, wearing a yellow suit and riding a yellow bike. (Wild Fox)
One by one, the team broke off from their formation, each heading in a separate direction. This seemingly random act was actually a well thought out plan that had taken hours to plot, in order to stop an illegal weapons trade.
Sparta and Shadow Boxer veered to the left, riding onto the highway. Hawkcon and Wild Fox drifted to the right, traveling around the highway. Nightquiver continued forward. The plan was to cut the traders off before they reached the end of the highway.
Sparta and Shadow Boxer came upon the truck, each flanking one side. Shadow Boxer withdrew a grappling hook shaped like a boxing glove from his belt.
He fired the weapon, the hook wrapping around the wheels in an instant. For a moment, the wheels stopped turning. The truck slowly came to a halt. Then, the passenger door of the truck opened up, revealing one of their latest baddies. (Or at least one of their cronies.) It was a big, bulky man in a gray muscle shirt. Unfortunately, he also carried an automatic assault riffle.
Shadow Hunter withdrew, dropping behind the truck, as the man opened fire upon the road. As soon as Shadow Boxer was out of the line of fire, the man took out a switch blade and cut the wire from Shadow Hunter's grappling hook.
Sparta sped up, getting in front of the truck and forcing the driver to slow down. The shooter turned to fire at her, but Shadow Boxer sped up again. As he rode, he grabbed one of his gloves from his belt and slipped it on in a less than graceful manner. Once it was nice and secure on his fist, Shadow Boxer maneuvered his bike as close to the truck as he could without crashing into it. He punched the gunsman in the head, knocking him out and sending him flying onto the floorboard of the truck.
"Shit!" the driver cursed. He swerved, trying to get around the vigilantes and avoid the same fate as his partner. But there was no where to run. At the end of the high way's exit, Hawkcon and Wild Fox were waiting for them, blocking the driver's means of escape.
The truck's driver continued forward, planning to get off on another exit.
"Cut him off!" Nightquiver called over the com links.
"We're on it!" Wild Fox said. She turned her bike abruptly, heading for the next exit. Hawkcon wasn't far behind her.
"Hey, you think we can maybe stop at Big Belly Burgers after this?" Hawkcon asked. "I'm starving!"
"Is that supposed to be you asking me out on a date?" Wild Fox snorted.
"No," Hawkcon scoffed. "I'd never take a lady to fast food for a date. I'd take her somewhere classy. Like CC Jitters."
Wild Fox rolled her eyes. "Right," she muttered. "Super classy."
"Guys, focus," Nightquiver told them. "We can worry about our stomachs, when these guys are behind bars, where they belong!"
"Whatever you say, Jr. Green Arrow," Hawkcon nodded.
"That...is much too wordy of a title," Nighquiver responded, shaking his head.
He was waiting, in position, for the truck to pass him by. In his hands, he held a handful of nails. Popping the tires. Old trick. Tried and true. Not everything had to be super high tech and metaish.
Nightquiver spotted Spartan and Shadow Boxer down the road. The truck was moving along, slowly, in between them. Together, with the help of their high tech ARGUS tools, they kept the truck from speeding too far ahead. (Not that it could anyway with that much weight on it.)
Nightquiver tossed the nails onto the road, letting the truck run right over them. Wild Fox and Hawkcon appeared at the end of the exit. The truck should have stopped. The plan should have worked, but apparently the driver was desperate to get paid, because kept barreling on through. With flat tires. No care in the world that he was about to slam into two people on motorcycles.
"Uh...he's not stopping," Wild Fox pointed out.
"I know, I know," Nightquiver groaned. He thought, frantically trying to think up a backup plan. He hadn't accounted for anything going wrong.
However, before he could come up with anything concrete, his father showed up -- or the Green Arrow and his team, more accurately. He didn't know that Nightquiver's real name was William Clayton. As far as any of Team Arrow knew, Team Quiver was just a bunch of rookie vigilantes that didn't know what they were doing. (Though, in actuality, they had been training since they were teenagers. They just hadn't come out to Star City until recently.)
The Green Arrow fired one of his zip line arrows at the truck, sliding down to the road. He landed swiftly on his feet, grunting at Nightquiver, unimpressed.
"Go home," he ordered, his voice gruff and menacing. "We'll take it from here."
He turned to the truck, as the rest of Team Arrow arrived on the scene. Spartan and Black Canary rode up on their own motorcycles; Mr. Terrific and Wild Dog parked an ARGUS van next to Wild Fox and Hawkcon.
"What? No, we totally got this!" Wild Fox complained.
"Why don't you leave it to the professionals, kid," Wild Dog told her.
Mr. Terrific took out his T-Spheres, tossing them into the battle field. The spheres went under the truck, working on getting to the engine and shutting it down.
"Hey!" Sparta snapped. "This is our operation!" She sped up her bike, getting in front of the truck and shooting at the engine with her gun.
"Are you crazy?" Black Canary yelled. "Do you wanna blow that thing up? Get the hell out of there!"
Mr. Terrific retracted his T-Spheres from the truck's engine. "I can't turn it off," he announced. "It's completely out of control!"
Sparta drove around the truck, firing rapidly. Shadow Boxer took hold of his boxing glove shaped grappling hook. He fired it at the wheels of the truck, attempting to stop it. But the driver pressed on the gas, pushing the peddle to floor.
The Black Canary screamed, sending a Canary Cry at the truck. It wasn't loud enough to cause any permeant damage to the driver but enough to damage the trailer behind the truck.
"Easy," Green Arrow warned. "SCPD needs those weapons for evidence."
Nightquiver rode forward on his bike, firing and arrow from his crossbow into the air. A small explosion erupted at the front of the truck, when the arrow touched the ground. Foam formed at the base of the tires, blocking their means of turning. Slowly, the truck came to a stand still.
Hawkcon and Wild Fox rode forward, before jumping off their bikes and pursuing the driver of the truck.
They grabbed his arms and held them behind his back. Wild Fox grinned.
"See?" she said cheekily. "We didn't need your help after all." Much to her dismay, she wasn't paying attention to what wad going on behind her. The gunman from earlier had woken up. He was sneaking up behind her, ready to knock her in the back of the head with his gun.
Quickly, Spartan sprang forward, twisting the man's arm and forcing him to drop his weapon. Green Arrow smacked the man with the side of his arrow, knocking him to his knees. Wild Dog ran forward, aiming his gun at the gunman's face.
"You were saying?" Wild Dog asked, as SCPD sirens could be heard in the distance.
"We had that," Shadow Boxer insisted.
"I'm sure you did," Spartan nodded. Of course, he and Green Arrow took the driver from the younger vigilantes anyway.
So much for impressing our parents, Nightquiver thought, as the police arrived on the scene.
So, I'm hoping the actual chapters are much longer than this. 3,000-5,000 words, like LK. But we'll see. This was just a prologue thing to get into ...things. Hope you enjoyed. That's all for now!
Toodles!
~ Elsie
PS. I'm super lazy, so let me know if there's any grammar errors and I'll fix them...maybe. Thanks, love you byeee!!!