To LaBOBuren: Hey. Uhh...well, I saw you got yur story up and posted under the same name, so I'm guessing you don't need me any more right?

To Victoria Wolf: Exactly. Hotstreak doesn't need money...he needs thrill;)

To Darkbusterrancher: As always, thankx a lot for your review. This chapter doesn't really get into where Rioko is, but I promise you'll find out soon enough.

To joyfulcry: Thankx:) Sorry I made you wait soo long for the new chap.

To Lobo-Chan: Okay...well if there ever is anything you see, just let me know:)

Hey dudes! Whoa...long time no see. Sorry it took me so freakin long to post. Life in the real world was calling all my time for the last week. But finally, I managed to get a newchap posted up for your reading pleasure. Word of warning though, it might till next week until I get to post again. Later.


Static watched patiently behind the safety of the tall corn for Hotstreak to make a move. The older teen finally stood from his crouched position and walked cautiously to a closed but unlocked door about ten feet to his left. The old door cried loudly as Hotstreak pried it open just enough for him to fit through. That was Static's cue. Being extremely careful not to make a sound, Static made his way through the tall grass and over to a window next to the door Hotstreak had just entered. He bent down and peaked in through one of the window's corners. The room inside was black from lack of light. All he could see was a dim silhouette of his rival being illuminated by a streak of light from the half-open door and a small flame burning in his hand to act as a lantern.

Quietly, Static watched Hotstreak make his way to a small table set out in the middle of the room. Hotstreak inched warily to the table and noticed a light bulb hanging a foot or so above his head. Upon finding and pulling on a medal chain to flick it on, the light from the dim bulb gave a small idea as to where he was. Hotstreak paid little mind to his surroundings, but Static's eyes grew wide as a collection of old hunting guns, knives, and other gruesome tools began to come in view. What is this place? Static thought to himself. It's like the abandoned barn from hell or something.

After taking in to full the grim appearance of the room, Static refocused his attention back on Hotstreak. By this time, he noticed that the older metahuman had picked up a piece of white paper covered in splashes of dried blood. Static could feel his heart beating faster when he saw Hotstreak's fiery eyes widen and his expression grow to an almost fearful anxiety. I gotta know what that says... It took his mind quite a struggle to get over the new thoughts plaguing his mind. I wonder if that's about Rie? Could she be...could that blood be...hers? It didn't take long for him to snap out of his trance though as he saw; no, more like felt, Hotstreak dash out of the demented barn and slam the barn door right into Static's nose. "Oww..." he groaned out loud; pushing the door away from his now squished nose.

Hotstreak stopped dead in his tracks when he heard Static. "What the hell are you doing here!" Hotstreak questioned angrily after turning and seeing Static leaning against the barn rubbing his sore nose.

Static's voice was muffled as he spoke through his hand, "Following you. Why else would I be out here in the middle of nowhere?"

Hotstreak thought of saying something smart in reply like he usually would, but changed his mind; remembering the word's he had read in the bloodied paper clutched in his hand. "I don't have time for this." He spat impatiently.

"Whoa, hold up hot head. What's in your hand?" Static asked as he walked up closer.

Looking down at the wrinkled paper in his hand, Hotstreak's voice mellowed, "It's none of your business sparky. Why don't you go back to the city and go bug somebody who's actually doing something wrong and leave me alone?"

"Have you forgotten your little stunt with the Lambo in the brush over there?" Static pointed to the scratched up sports car half hidden in the bushes.

"Oh...that." Hotstreak laughed slightly, "I needed a fast car. Hey, at least I didn't destroy anything this time!" he added quickly upon seeing Static's sour expression.

"Yeah...barely. So, are you gonna tell me what you're doin' out here, or am I gonna have to force you to?"

"Look sparky, I'd love to stay and play, but I'm in a bit of a rush." Hotstreak said as he turned and began unburying his car.

Static's sour expression grew as he realized that Hotstreak had such little respect for him, that he actually turned his back on his threat. "Well if that's how you want it, then fine." Static held out his hand a shot an electrifying shock toward Hotstreak.

"Hey!" he yelled as a sizzling shock of pain shot up his back. "I mean it man! Not today!" Hotstreak's eyes flared brighter while he spoke; sending a shiver up Static's spine.

Okay, what is this guy's deal? "Look Hotstreak, I just wanna know if why you're here has something to do with Angel's disappearance."

Hotstreak's eyes widened a bit and soon settled back into they're original cool green color. "You're really not gonna leave me alone on this are you?" he continued with a sigh after seeing Static nod. "Okay, listen up. I'm sure you've already guessed that Rioko has been kidnapped right?"

"Yeah...I was beginning to conclude that."

"Well the people who've got her contacted me. Here..." Hotstreak handed Static the bloodied paper and watched as he read.

If you ever want to see Angel again, meet me at the old Jackz Toy factory. Come alone, or I'll spill the rest of her blood. Static could feel his mouth falling open slightly as he read.

"Now you know why I don't want you to interfere." Hotstreak said quietly before Static had a chance to speak.

"Who would do this? And why against you and not me? It's not like you two are exactly close." Static finally managed to say.

Hotstreak let a small laugh to come out of his lips after Static spoke. "Yeah. I'm sure she hates me after our last meeting. But I don't know who's doing this. I've got a lot of enemies; it could be any one of them."

Whoa...there's a weird feeling. Static thought to himself as a feeling of sudden pity and sorrow for Hotstreak grew inside him. He looked so sad...so lost. It just didn't fit him well. I wonder what he's thinking?

"I don't imagine there would be any way I could convince you to stay out of this, would there?" Hotstreak said while taking the note back from Static.

"No way. Rie might be your sister, but if there's anyone who cares for her, it's me."

"Yeah, figured you'd say that."

"So, seeing that we're gonna have to work together on this, what's the plan?"