Duane stood outside the pub. A large hole where the door used to be. People were fleeing the scene Duane had both guns in hand, across from him, a man in body armour, looked like a human tank, holding a missile launcher. Duane shot two guns worth of clips at this man, the bullets just pinged off the the armour.

"You're fucking kidding me."

The man in the armour chuckled and pointed his Rocket Launcher at Duane. He launched another Rocket at Duane. Duane saw the rocket coming at him in super slow motion, it was his power. Seing things in slow motion. He dived out of the way, the rocket contacting a car behind him. Creating a huge explosion. Duane got back upto his feet.

"You're really not a nice person. That car looked good."Duane looked at his watch, he spoke to it. "Bike, Armour." And his speed bike, suddenly became encaced in an practically indestructable armour. Duane looked at the man, he ran at him and jumped to tackle him. But The Tank, knocked him aside with a backswipe of his arm.

"You're a puny excuse of a mutant!"

The tank man stalked after Duane, leaving foot prints in the cement as he walked. "Im going to crush your bones into paste, and I'll make sure to spread your ashes into the ocean like im sure you wanted."

Duane looked at him, grabbing a foot long metal rod, it extended into about a five foot long staff. "I got one question for you... Do you like chicken?" He pointed the rod at him, and shot a bolt of lightning at the suit of armour. "Because you're gonna become fried like one!" He said as he shot another bolt, the man from the suit of armour let out a yelp of pain before falling over. "Cocky little bastard." He said standing up.

Police Sirens were heard off in the distance, Duane cursed as he walked back upto his bike. He unsummoned the armour and sat on his bike, turning it on and reving it up. He sped off before the police arrived. What he didnt count on was the fact that he was driving off the direction the police were coming. Seeing this they stopped him roadside. a group of police stood by their cars as one of the officers approached Duane.

"Excuse me Sir, you're driving pretty fast back there, and where's your helmate."

Duane groaned, the last thing he needed was a run in with the police. He looked. "Bar fights get pretty hasty around here, I was hoping to beat the traffic."

The cop smirked but looked more persistant to get this guy under arrest. "Bar fight? You sure do fit the description a witness gave us. He says a man, fitting your description, punched him in the face, threatened the life of him and his frends then when he left, nearly blew up the bar..."

Duane smirked, musta been that hick, he though. Looking at the cop "Listen, theres a guy back there, big, in green armour, bet you he'll answer all your questions if you ask him, just let him cool off first." Duane snickered.

The cop growled. "You're coming with me, please step away from the bike, get on your knees, hands on your head."

Duane complied with a sigh. The Cop handcuffed him and dragged him to the car, throwing him in. The cop smirked as it drove off. The cops eyes glowed a deep red. "Everything is going according to plan."

James sat on his bed, looking at the ceiling, sighing deeply. He just wanted to get all this overwith, so he could go back, working day to day, not worrying about solving problems of why The America's largest Mutant Defence team TMX, has gone missing, atleast 3/5ths of it has anyway. And he didnt have a clue if Duane was making any progress. A knock at his bedroom door he looked with a curious glanse. At the door was Jennifer.

"Whats got you all tied up in knots?" She asked with a slight smile as she walked in and sat beside him on the bed. "Listen James. We got Rayvin en rout to go look for Duane, we'll find him. Im sure he just forgot to check his com link or he maybe got out of that rut he was in and is back on duty. He cant stay away from that bike of his for too long. You know that."

James nodded. "Hmm, well, if Rayvin cannot find him, Im sure he'll come up with something. I just, you cant be too careful."

Jennifer smirked "Why are you so paranoid James, because TMX is 3/5th gone, doesnt mean they'd kidnap Duane, Why would they try to target a little rebel group, in nowhere canada like ours? Think about it James, you're the leader. Use the head that gets the job done, not the head that gets the chicks." She chuckled. "Rage is cooking dinner tonight, you sure you dont want me to order pizza."

James nodded "Get a few hawaiians and peperoni's, Rage'll get over the fact that we dont like his cooking eventually."

Jennifer, "You got it Capitan."

Jennifer walked off and James sighed, "Hate it when she calls me capitan."

Kevin stood at the door. "Hmm, havin a bit of trouble with the lasagne, I umm, think its best we order out... and I think its best you dont go to the kitchen til... I call the plummer, probably the gas man, and... definately the maid."

James glared. "What did you do?" He said standing up and already walking to the kitchen.

Kevin smirked but followed with a stuttery talk. "Its not really a matter of what, I, what I did, its more a matter of, I was filling the pot when i yanked off the cold knob, and then I tried to put it back on so you wouldnt notice and water started spurting out, so I clogged that up with a cloth, and then the pipe under the sink burst, but I got that plugged up and turned off the switch so the water aint running anymore..."

James and Kevin got to the kitchen and James hands and eyes flared a green glow before they got to the door. The floor was covered in water, the pipes seealed by being crushed. The pot with the noodles was on fire, and the oven was smoking.

Kevin chuckled a bit and looked. "Im going to get the dry vac and start getting this cleaned up."

James looked. "The first good Idea you've had in 8 years."