TRON Viper

The bike's speed was tremendous! It was a new model, the K6TB1 twice as fast as the last one.

Viper exhilarated his bike to full speed sweeping along the bus line constantly dogging the on coming buss.

He had received an emergency call four minutes ago and had sent his team ahead of him.

In two minutes time Viper polled up to the breach where he was greeted be Singer.

Stinger. "Thank goodness you're here! The situation is bad!"

"Isn't it always?"

"No I mean really bad!"

"Yah? Like what?"

"How about like twenty BADGUYS?"

"Cheep."

"Ok! How about sixteen hostages?"

"Easy!"

"Yah? Well here's the killer! Ones your sister."

Viper stopped in his tracks. A tingle cut him to the bone. Slowly heturned to Stinger.

"Ok. That is Bad!"