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That very same afternoon, a stunning crimson red Lamborghini raced down the freeway on a course to an unknown destination. Inside its black tinted windows, Hotstreak sat in the drivers' seat; jerking the steering wheel every time a car would cut him off of his speedy course. Usually, he would be overjoyed to race with such freedom from any cops or Static like his was just then, but instead, his expression was stern and his eyes were flaring red. The stunning race car sped off the freeway and down along a long, abandoned road to nowhere. Hotstreak pressed his foot hard on the gas and forced the car down the cracked black top of never-ending country road.
Meanwhile, Virgil and Richey walked along a street after being released from their high school a couple hours before. "Yo V, what'd ya say we go hang at your place for a while" Richey asked as he and his best friend walked along. Virgil tried to pay attention to Richey, but he couldn't keep his mind from drifting hopelessly to his lost friend and partner. "Yo, Earth to Virgil." Richey said; waving his hand in front of Virgil's face.
"Oh, what? Did you say something" Virgil quickly snapped out of his daze upon seeing his best friend's hand flash before his eyes.
Richey already knew what Virgil was thinking about before he even had a chance to say. "We'll find her bro. We just need to find some kind of lead."
"What if we don't Rich? What if she's in trouble and needs our help! For all we know she could be dying and we're just sitting around doing nothing" Virgil didn't mean to lash out at him, but over the last few days, so much anxiety had built up…he just had to get it out.
"I know V, but what are we supposed to do? We've got nothin' to go on other then that she hasn't been seen since Saturday. As much as I hate to say it bro, there's nothin' we can do until we get some kind of clue."
Virgil knew Richey was right, but it didn't make it any easier to accept. Just then, as if the answer to Virgil's silent prayer, a soft alarm emitted from Richey's backpack. "What's that" he asked as Richey grabbed for a small radio in his bag.
"It's a little gadget I came up with the other day that pick's up all police reports dealing with bang babies."
Virgil watched as Richey adjusted some of the radio's settings and turned up the volume. "...I repeat: Metahuman known as Hotstreak boosted a red Lamborghini and was lost in pursuit racing down I-89 towards the Dakota city limits." A frantic policeman reported in a high, almost cracking, voice.
Richey turned off the radio and looked in his friend's young, black eyes dancing with fear and anger all at the same time. "V? Are you thinking of doing what I think you're thinking of doing?"
Without even saying a word, Virgil ran off into a nearby alley and hurriedly changed into his Static uniform. Moments later, Richey watched as Static flew off from the safety of the dark alley and out over the busied streets of Dakota. "Virgil! Ahh...I really wish he'd tell me what he's thinking sometimes." Richey said under his breath.
Running onto a quiet street, Richey grabbed his shock vox and yelled at his friend. "Virgil! Would you mind filling me in on what you're doing"
Static tried to ignore the persistent yells coming through his vox, but soon realized he had to answer. "Going after Hotstreak. What'd you think I'm doing?"
"Don't tell me, you think he might have something to do with Rie's disappearance."
"It's all we got right now Rich. I think it's worth checkin' out."
Richey sighed and ran his fingers through his blonde hair. "Yeah, you're right. Just be careful. Who knows what hot head's really capable of..."
"Yes mom." Static joked before putting his shock vox back into his coat pocket.
Speeding over the streets below, little kids and a number of teenage girls stopped in admiration of their valiant hero. "Look Mommy! It's Static" a little boy cried happily. "Haaa...he's so cute, don't you think" A high school-age girl said to her friend who giggled joyfully in agreement. Everyone loved to see Static racing off to fight some brave cause...even if they didn't always know what it was. To be truthful, even Static didn't know what he was doing this time. He knew that it was nothing unusual for Hotstreak to steal a hot car and take it for a joy ride before blowing it sky-high, but for some reason, he just felt this time was different. Where was the fun? Where was the challenge? The problem was, there wasn't one. It was like this time, Hotstreak actually had a purpose set in mind other then just to annoy the city cops and Static and destroy the highway...again.
Where are you going Hotstreak? Static thought to himself as he soared over the I-89 highway. A few stopped cars spun around every few yards of the tire-streaked highway served as a path for Static to follow until he reached the old Farm Road exit. The exit had been blocked off for years due to 'unsafe ramp conditions', but that obviously didn't stop Hotstreak; seeing the car-sized hole blown through the cement barriers. Static winced to think of the damage that must have been done to the originally perfect race car as it plowed through.
Continuing to follow the only path off the highway, Static glided on his disk with rocket-like speed over the old Farm Road in hopes of finding where ever Hotstreak was headed. Nearly fifteen minutes past; still no sign of Hotstreak or his 'hot' car and Static was beginning to loose hope after reaching a fork in the road. Which way? he asked as he contemplated the two roads ahead of him.
Left or right? he asked again, as if expecting the answer to just pop into his head. Man, I wish Rie were here to do her little tracking trick. "Wait! That's it" Static yelled out loud when he suddenly remembered a trick for tracking car's Rioko had taught him once. Rie said that most car engines leave behind a slight electromagnetic trail behind them... Static charged up his powers and aimed two streams of purple electricity toward the road under him. Maybe if I charge up the area, the trail will show up. He concentrated in silence for nearly five minutes before he got any results. "Yes" Static exclaimed out loud when he saw a small trail of purple energy floating just above the road to the right come into view. "I gotta remember to thank Rie for that trick..." he soon charged up his magnetic disk and flew off after the faint trail.
Man, why would Hotstreak wanna come out here? There's nothin' here. Static thought as he took in his surroundings. Nothing but barren farm land filled with corn stocks as tall as an average man and a couple trees as far as the eye could see. That is, until Static began to catch sight of a vague figure of a building in the distance. Coming to the conclusion that he didn't want to be seen quite yet, Static hopped off his disk and quietly walked into the corn rows for coverage. He could see the building clearly now. It appeared to be a large, abandoned, factory-like barn of some kind; complete with run-down tractors and freaky-looking broken sheds. "What is the place" Static asked quietly as he neared the edge of the corn rows and the beginning of the calf-high grass surrounding the barn.
"Where are you Hotstreak" Static looked desperately for any sign of his rival, or his car, but to his misfortune, there was none. As far as he could see, it was just an abandoned...wait! Just then, Static spotted Hotstreak's Lamborghini hid in a camouflage made of overgrown bushes and grass. There you are. Sure enough, not far from the car, Hotstreak was crouched close to the ground; peering into a small whole in one of the wood sidings of the barn. I don't know what you're up to, but I'll bet anything it's got something to do with Rioko.
