A new enemy
Tyson revved the engine to his new Japanese crotch rocket. He flew down the streets of Tokyo, Japan. He wasn't wearing a helmet, he really had no need to, he couldn't be hurt that bad if he crashed. He weaved in and out of cars as he roared down the street, the brand new tires of his bike gripping the asphalt and launching him forward through the crowded streets. Several horns where heard as he passed by, to them he gave a one fingered salute. He then leaned back a bit and pulled up on the front handlebars, revving the engine as he then rode on his back wheel, his front wheel about two feet from the ground as he rode faster down the street. He heard a voice in his ear piece, he pressed his index and middle fingers against it, pushing it into his ear a little bit deeper so he could hear better over the roar of the engine between his legs. It was his pilot, Brandon.
Brandon: Okay, take the 3rd left you come to..watch it there's a red light here..wait a second.to your right about three cars forward is an empty car carrier truck.
Tyson: Car carrier truck?
Brandon: Shut up I can't remember the name right now okay?
Tyson: If ya say so boss.
Tyson then kept the front end of his motorcycle in the air as he leaned to the right, passing the 3 cars he then neared the back of the diesel. He revved the engine as hard as it would go, the middle of the bike slammed into the bottom of the ramp, for just a second the bike threatened to go backwards on him, but then it caught the ramp and he was launched forward, riding the motorcycle up the ramp on the truck. He then reached the end of the ramp and went flying, over the cars that had the green light, landing on the roof of a white Pontiac Firebird. The car was totaled and so was the driver, the bike's tires had been popped from the bent metal. He sighed as he got off of the bike and dropped to the ground.
Tyson: Nice going Einstein..
Brandon: Sorry about that.there's a motorcycle coming up behind you, wait..wait...now!
Tyson then held out his arm, the rider of the motorcycle hitting his arm and backflipping, the bike continuing to roll forward. The rider fall on his back, laying there. Tyson smirked as he turned to look at his prize and then groaned.
Tyson: A Moped?
Brandon: I never said it was a Harley!
Tyson: You tell anyone about this and you're dead!
Tyson then got on to the motorized scooter, starting it back up and then whirring down the street slowly. He sighed slightly, thinking to himself, they're gonna kill her before I get there. Finally, several minutes later he reached the park that he was instructed to get to. He saw Jill there, fighting off cop after cop. There had to have been two dozen. He leaped off of the Moped and landed beside Jill.
Tyson: Having fun?
Jill: Loads.
Tyson then shot his fist forward into the chest of the first cop that came at him, the cop's chest bone cracked, the cop then fell to the ground limply. He then brought his right fist upward into an uppercut to the next cop, the cop's neck snapping from the impact. The two of them soon took out the whole dozen cops. When they finished Tyson looked at Jill.
Tyson: They're getting stronger..
Jill: Yeah tell me something I don't know.
Tyson then pressed on his ear piece again.
Tyson: We need an exit.
Brandon: Okay, across the street there's a phone booth.
They both started walking towards the phone booth, Brandon started yelling as soon as they crossed the street.
Brandon: Holy crap guys! Something's coming right for you! Something big!
Tyson pushed Jill towards the phone booth.
Tyson: Go! Go! Go!
Jill did as was told and when the phone rang she answered it and was taken back into the real world. Tyson then hung up and waited. Just then the phone booth shattered, the phone was still there, but the glass was all broken. Then something hit Tyson in the side harder, he realized it was a person, the person drove Tyson out of the phone booth and to the ground, Tyson pulled his legs up to his chest and pushes the man off with his legs. Then he jumped up to his feet, looking at his foe. He was a regular looking man with a buzz hair cut. He had black reflective sunglasses on. He was wearing a business suite and had a ear piece with a cord stretching to something inside of his suit. The man cracked his neck as he looked at Tyson. The man then jumped forward, sending his fist towards Tyson's face. Tyson sidestepped to the left, bringing his right knee into the man's gut. The man stepped backward as he looked at Tyson. Tyson then ran forward, sending his left fist forward, the man ducking under it and bringing his right fist up into an uppercut to Tyson's jaw. Tyson reeled backwards, blood appearing on his lip as he looked at the man. The man smirked and then Tyson heard the phone ringing. The man ran at Tyson and Tyson leaped into the air, landing a foot on top of the man's head, he then pushed off, his right leg slamming into the man's back, sending the man forward and propelling Tyson to the phone. Tyson landed in a summersault and answered the phone. He was soon brought back to the real world. As soon as he was jacked out he sat up. He looked at Brandon and Jill, then back at Brandon.
Tyson: What the hell was that?!
Tyson revved the engine to his new Japanese crotch rocket. He flew down the streets of Tokyo, Japan. He wasn't wearing a helmet, he really had no need to, he couldn't be hurt that bad if he crashed. He weaved in and out of cars as he roared down the street, the brand new tires of his bike gripping the asphalt and launching him forward through the crowded streets. Several horns where heard as he passed by, to them he gave a one fingered salute. He then leaned back a bit and pulled up on the front handlebars, revving the engine as he then rode on his back wheel, his front wheel about two feet from the ground as he rode faster down the street. He heard a voice in his ear piece, he pressed his index and middle fingers against it, pushing it into his ear a little bit deeper so he could hear better over the roar of the engine between his legs. It was his pilot, Brandon.
Brandon: Okay, take the 3rd left you come to..watch it there's a red light here..wait a second.to your right about three cars forward is an empty car carrier truck.
Tyson: Car carrier truck?
Brandon: Shut up I can't remember the name right now okay?
Tyson: If ya say so boss.
Tyson then kept the front end of his motorcycle in the air as he leaned to the right, passing the 3 cars he then neared the back of the diesel. He revved the engine as hard as it would go, the middle of the bike slammed into the bottom of the ramp, for just a second the bike threatened to go backwards on him, but then it caught the ramp and he was launched forward, riding the motorcycle up the ramp on the truck. He then reached the end of the ramp and went flying, over the cars that had the green light, landing on the roof of a white Pontiac Firebird. The car was totaled and so was the driver, the bike's tires had been popped from the bent metal. He sighed as he got off of the bike and dropped to the ground.
Tyson: Nice going Einstein..
Brandon: Sorry about that.there's a motorcycle coming up behind you, wait..wait...now!
Tyson then held out his arm, the rider of the motorcycle hitting his arm and backflipping, the bike continuing to roll forward. The rider fall on his back, laying there. Tyson smirked as he turned to look at his prize and then groaned.
Tyson: A Moped?
Brandon: I never said it was a Harley!
Tyson: You tell anyone about this and you're dead!
Tyson then got on to the motorized scooter, starting it back up and then whirring down the street slowly. He sighed slightly, thinking to himself, they're gonna kill her before I get there. Finally, several minutes later he reached the park that he was instructed to get to. He saw Jill there, fighting off cop after cop. There had to have been two dozen. He leaped off of the Moped and landed beside Jill.
Tyson: Having fun?
Jill: Loads.
Tyson then shot his fist forward into the chest of the first cop that came at him, the cop's chest bone cracked, the cop then fell to the ground limply. He then brought his right fist upward into an uppercut to the next cop, the cop's neck snapping from the impact. The two of them soon took out the whole dozen cops. When they finished Tyson looked at Jill.
Tyson: They're getting stronger..
Jill: Yeah tell me something I don't know.
Tyson then pressed on his ear piece again.
Tyson: We need an exit.
Brandon: Okay, across the street there's a phone booth.
They both started walking towards the phone booth, Brandon started yelling as soon as they crossed the street.
Brandon: Holy crap guys! Something's coming right for you! Something big!
Tyson pushed Jill towards the phone booth.
Tyson: Go! Go! Go!
Jill did as was told and when the phone rang she answered it and was taken back into the real world. Tyson then hung up and waited. Just then the phone booth shattered, the phone was still there, but the glass was all broken. Then something hit Tyson in the side harder, he realized it was a person, the person drove Tyson out of the phone booth and to the ground, Tyson pulled his legs up to his chest and pushes the man off with his legs. Then he jumped up to his feet, looking at his foe. He was a regular looking man with a buzz hair cut. He had black reflective sunglasses on. He was wearing a business suite and had a ear piece with a cord stretching to something inside of his suit. The man cracked his neck as he looked at Tyson. The man then jumped forward, sending his fist towards Tyson's face. Tyson sidestepped to the left, bringing his right knee into the man's gut. The man stepped backward as he looked at Tyson. Tyson then ran forward, sending his left fist forward, the man ducking under it and bringing his right fist up into an uppercut to Tyson's jaw. Tyson reeled backwards, blood appearing on his lip as he looked at the man. The man smirked and then Tyson heard the phone ringing. The man ran at Tyson and Tyson leaped into the air, landing a foot on top of the man's head, he then pushed off, his right leg slamming into the man's back, sending the man forward and propelling Tyson to the phone. Tyson landed in a summersault and answered the phone. He was soon brought back to the real world. As soon as he was jacked out he sat up. He looked at Brandon and Jill, then back at Brandon.
Tyson: What the hell was that?!