In New York City there was a narrow city street, with little traffic. A man was sitting in his house in one of the doorways of an apartment. He held a radio scanner. A voice over the scanner said, "Suspect is heading towards 23rd and Main, repeat suspect is on route to 23rd and Main. We have a cruiser in pursuit; we have no visual yet from air patrol."

Man: "23rd and Main, isn't that-?"

Suddenly a black van shot down the street from nowhere, closely followed by a police cruiser. This cruiser was one of the hover versions, which allowed greater control. The van careened down an alley in the hopes of losing his follower, but the cruiser smoothly slid into the lane. The van slowed down for a second, owing to the fact that an old brick wall was in the way. With an impact of a grenade, the driver of the van crashed through the old wall continuing into a busy street. The van went around the mid-day rush onto the sidewalk, leaving innocent bystanders leaping to the side to evade the reckless driver. The driver of the police cruiser, who appeared to be a high school student, but had the age of a 35 year old man (due to a kidney condition), glared seriously at the ludicrous attempts of his prey to escape.

Policeman: "Enough of this! He's going to get someone killed like that! I can't risk my gun in a high speed chase. It's too inaccurate. If I could just gather enough energy…"

The policeman held his left hand out the window, and pointed his finger at the van's back tires.

Policeman: "I hope I can risk using this much oomph without full access to my powers. HaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!"

A yellow beam of energy flew from his finger and blew out one of the van's tires. The van finally lost control while nearing the Queensborough Bridge. The van blew through a newsstand and slithered into the river. The policeman stopped his car and walked over to the ruined van, where two mafia thugs were crawling out. The policeman took out his gun, and brandished it at them. They huddled together, cowering. A few minutes later more police cruisers arrived, detaining the thugs and shoving them into the back of the car.

Mafia Thug: "You gonna wish you'd never decided on throwing us in the joint, the Don doesn't appreciate people screwin' with his pals hear!"

Other policeman: "Well, we checked the van, and you were right, there was enough Valkyr in that trunk to turn a College dorm into a home for vegetables. I think you might get a raise for this one J-Man."

Policeman: "It's 'J-Dude', and I could care less if I get a raise or not. I just want that God-awful slime to disappear into an incinerator."

Other Policeman: "Yeah, well I think you just knocked out a good 30 of whatever's left of the stuff today."

J-Dude: "30? Please. We've been on this case for 3 years, and we've uncovered gallons more than that."

Other Policeman: "Whatever you say, but unless my hearing is going you seem to be acting on the glass-empty, side lately. C'mon man, what's on your chest, you can tell me."

J-Dude: "I'm not depressed or anything. It's just I had… an odd feeling a while ago. It was familiar, but where I felt it last I can't remember. It's nothing. Just nerves I guess."

Other Policeman: "Well your nerves had to be doing something for you to pull this off. You had no backup, nobody knew where you were. Dude, I just can't believe your luck. I mean the guys tire blew out over nothing we could identify. And we checked too, no nails, no weakened rubber. Just some weird looking hole in it, like the thing was hit by a, a laser or some crazy $&! like that."

J-Dude: "What, you're telling me a full time cop on the NYPD hasn't 'seen it all'?"

Other Policeman: "Ha. Come on, you think something as trivial as a blow out is of any concern to us? You need to get your mind out of L.A. man; you act like you're a friggin' day-tripper."

J-Dude got in his police cruiser and began heading to his home on the other side of the river. He was in his driveway when he heard someone.

Dende: ("J-Dude, can you hear me? Hello?")

J-Dude: ("Dende, is that you?")

Dende: ("Yeah. Listen, we need you at the Lookout, we'll explain when you get here.")

J-Dude: ("I knew something was up! I'll need a ride though.")

Eddy: "Got ya' covered."

Eddy was standing in the driveway. J-Dude grabbed onto his shoulder.

J-Dude: "Eddy, how's it hanging? We've got to visit more often than the routine training."

Eddy: "I hear ya'."

Eddy put his index finger to his head and flashed straight to the Lookout.