The helicopter cut through night air carrying its passengers towards a motel on the outskirts of Metropolis. According to their source, that's where their suspect was holed up. He was to turn her over to them, no problems.

"Sir?" came from the speaker in his head set.

"Yes?" he answered back through his microphone.

"You might want to hear this."

"Go ahead."

What he heard was a police brand ordering an S.W.A.T. team to enter a motel room the every same room their suspect was staying at.

"Patch me through," which did happen, "Who am I speaking to?"

"Who the hell is this? This is a secure line!"

"Agent Redfield, ordering whoever is in charge to stand down!"

"I'm Captain Le'Dile, Agent Redfield and I have a hostage situation here, out!"

Hearing static, "The son of bitch hung up on me," mumbled Redfield, "Pilot, get us there fast!"

Using night vision binoculars, Capt. Le'Dile watched the S.W.A.T. van enter the parking lot. Detecting the sound of helicopter rotors, he removed his eyes from watching the van to see a helicopter landing. Two gentlemen in raincoats, one black and the other brown, exited from the helicopter and walked toward him.

Flashing his ID, "Agent Redfield," said the one in the brown coat, "This is Agent Castle," motioning towards the black coat wearer, "You must be Capt. Le'Dile."

"How do you know that?"

"It's on your name tag. Captain, you ignored the order to stand down."

"Well, Agent Redfield, like I said got a hostage situation here."

"Any demands?"

"No just a gun shot."

"Is the motel cleared?"

"It was when we got here."

"We're here," came from Le'Dile's walkie talkie.

Pushing the button, "Move in!" ordered Le'Dile.

"Captain, cancel that order!" demanded Redfield.

"We can handle this, Agent Redfield."

"You don't know who you're dealing with."

"Two squads can handle one woman."

Before Redfield could ask how Le'Dile knew that, the motel blew up filling the night sky with light.

The S.W.A.T. van pulled into the parking lot. Stopping, the back door opened. Six black armor wearing people poured out and headed towards room 106.

Covering door, the team leader radioed, "We're here."

"Move in," was the response.

Signaling, the door was rammed opened and their lights were aimed the back of someone sitting in a chair. Motioning, they crept around the chair. Their lights shined on a dead man with a sex gag in his mouth.

Noticing a note, "This is where you run before going boom," written on it.

They looked at each other then ran before the explosion claimed them.

Staring at the fire ball, "That captain was you underestimating one woman," turning to Castle, "Get the flyers into the air, close the roads, and get Big Brother running."

"One woman did that," said the shock captain.

"With Jessica Van Delk anything was possible."

"Excuse me, sir," got Redfield's attention.

Turning, he stared at an elderly couple.

"Excuse me, sir, are you in charge?" asked the elderly

"Yes."

"Good. I'm Max Noonan and this is my wife, Jennifer."

"How can I help you?"

"More like how we can help you."

"Max, give the young man the letter."

Holding an envelope, "The young lady told us to give to who ever was in charge," handing it towards Redfield.

"Yes, she told us about the bomb," remarked Jennifer.

Taking the envelope, "The bomb?" asked Redfield.

"Yes, the sweet dear told us about it and to clear out the motel. She said she would talk the authorities."

"She also added if it did go off to give this letter to the person in charge," said Max.

"Know what's on this letter?"

"Yes, that the government will pay us for blowing up our motel. She said it was this new insurance for government bungling. Good to know my tax money is going to something important instead of paying people to seat on their asses."

"Max, your language."

"Sorry, dear."

Opening the envelope, Redfield read, "Don't be a Scrooge. Pay the nice people."

Yep, it was Jess.

Meanwhile at the Hall of Justice in Metropolis, 'Intruder alert! Intruder alert!' blared from Justice League computer. Ozone filled the air then crackling of electricity. Six individuals come through the portal.

Using his X-ray vision, Superman noticed one was a cyborg who was scanning Superman. Changing his beams to green kryptonite, the cyborg wearing red mask that revealed his blonde hair and red eyes, white pants, and blue military blazer fired at Superman. Followed with a punch to Superman's face.

Noticing Clark having trouble, Batman threw a couple batarangs threw towards the cyborg. Couple timed laser shots picked off the batarangs. Batman noticed the red masked, which looked like a handkerchief with black lining around the eyes, shooter giving Batman the thumbs up. He almost lost his head by a sword swing from Wonder Woman which got blocked by the sword blade of a white haired with red dot on her and three red stripes along her cheeks woman wearing red armor.

"Traitor!" said Wonder Woman.

"Denier of truth!" shouted the white haired warrior back to the Amazon.

They traded blows allowing Grifter, the man with the red handkerchief for a mask, to witness Warblade fighting Batman. Something hit Grifter's foot. Looking down, his mask hid Grifter's smile.

Before Batman could get a second attempt with his batarangs, he blocked Warblade's swing. Fury of strikes each blocked. Realizing Warblade's attacks were simple strikes. Batman's hand slid towards his utility belt. It was gone. During one of Warblade's attempt, he morphed his left blade hand into claws. Tip of Warblade's pinkie claw snagged the belt. When Batman knocked the claw hand away, it sliced through the belt. The belt dropped then kicked by Warblade towards Grifter who noticed Maul having trouble with Flash and Green Lantern.

Flash fought big green eyed purple skinned wearing green purpled strip suit guy. Big meaning nine feet tall guy. It was like trying to catch a gnat. Between fighting this big guy, Flash checked the computer.

Typing, "Who is hacking this mainframe?"

Void popped up on the screen.

"Need to know who hacked the computer not that you're voiding my question," remarked Flash.

He didn't notice a pair of light tan skin hands reaching for his face.

Noticing a black haired light tanned skin woman trying to touch Flash, Batman kicked Warblade away. Lunging towards Flash, Batman grabbed her left hand allowing her index finger of her right hand to touch his chin.

"Remember," she whispered.

Striking Robin flashed in Batman's mind.

"I struck Robin," said Batman shaking his head.

Maul pounded the ground causing Flash to sail into the air then get slapped like a badminton birdie against the wall then sliding downwards onto the ground.

Slapping green cuffs around Maul's wrists, Green Lantern swung Mal's hands through the floor. Pinning Maul, Hal turned his attention to helping Superman. Aiming his ring, he planned to give Superman green armor to protect him from Spartan's kryptonite blasts.

Throwing Batman's utility belt towards Green Lantern, Grifter fired a few shots at it. Striking it, it exploded near Green Lantern causing him to drop onto the ground.

Since entering the Halls of Justice, Voodoo stayed in the background. Her fighting skills weren't at Zealot's level. Observing the glowing S on the Justice League's foreheads, she saw the Scarlett Speedster typing on the keyboard. Quietly she moved towards the computer. Reaching towards Flash, her wrist got caught by Batman's gloved hand. Her index finger pressed against Batman's chin.

Noticing the glowing S on Batman's forehead fading away, "Wild C. stand down!" ordered Voodoo.

Justice League shook their heads like they're waking from a bad dream. Shaking her head, Wonder Woman recovered enough to blocked Zealot's sword swing. Noticing Zealot and Wonder Woman still engaged in fighting, Spartan grabbed Zealot while Superman got Wonder Woman.

"Explain," Superman.

"Demon possession lucky wasn't a Daemonite," replied Spartan, "Ordered to delay you from entering Jump City."

"Also you need to apologize to the Titans," remarked Maul.

"Whose your CO?" asked Superman.

"Void, open your portal," ordered Spartan, "Time to leave, WildC. ."

Checking the computer, "They'll have to wait later," said Batman, "Seems a wanted criminal is trapped in motel on outskirts."

"Count me in," said Flash.

"Hal's temporally blinded," said Superman, "John Stewart needs to called in."

"Diana stay monitor for any trouble," remarked Batman.

In their stealth jet, "Void, any activity from their computer," ordered Spartan.

"Zealot, what's with you and the princess?" asked Grifter.

"Grifter, sake of our friendship," commented Zealot, "Leave it alone."

"Wish, we could've gave them some serious beating," remarked Maul, "for what they did to the Titans"

"Karma in the way of a redhead," said Voodoo, "is crossing their path."

A signal went from the helicopter to Big Brother which was the Organization's monitoring station and main computer bank. Its main function was to keep track of demon knights there was a side benefit to it. It could locate portals being opened like the one in Jump City, but it didn't get reported since those doing the monitoring got arrested.

Now the heat signal scanner showed traffic along the highway, homes being with occupants up or asleep, and a line road blocks being set up. Just before one such road block, a heat signature stopped, and turned. Instead of going in the opposite direction, it cut through of forest. This was where the flyers were sent.

Speeding along the paved road, Jess's headset picked up radio chatter. Road blocks were being set up. Her visor display showed a road block ahead of her. Stopping, she pushed buttons on her wrist pad. It gave her a map of the area. Turning, she cut through the forest.

Like her pursers she had access to Big Brother. To deny her access would cripple them just as much as her like classic case of a double edge sword. Her audio picked up the flyers before her helmet sensors did.

It would seem that the six flyers had an advantage over Jess, but they didn't. Jess tested their weapons in fact she tested all the weapons used by the organization. She knew the strengths and weakness besides she wanted to see the skill of these flyers increasing her motorcycle speed, time to test that theory about the computers not able to keep track of her and the trees at the same time.

Firing a cable from the back of the motorcycle, one tip went through the truck of a tree as the other one did the same to another tree stringing the cable between them. Three flyers headed towards the cable. A net dropped from the bottom causing the flyers to go above the cable only to get snared by a second net that shoot upwards. Three down, three left.

The sensor went off as she was being bombarded by energy blasts. She avoided them along with trees for her to pin point the shooter. It was two shooters. The shooters were leading her to the third flyer. On the map, a cliff was coming up fast. She didn't slow down as the trees cleared out and cliff was ahead of her.

Sailing off the cliff, she twisted the motorcycle backwards. Placing her feet on the seat, she pushed it towards the two flyers. They blasted covering their visor screens with a green blare this allowed her to throw two chakrams towards them. They didn't react in time for the discs to slice through their wrist computers screwing up their jet backs and causing them to crash towards the ground.

Shooting a grapnel hook from her left wrist gauntlet, it wrapped around the last flyer allowing her to wind the cable up, and head towards the flyer. The flyer tried breaking the cable, but Jess was able to get on the back of the flyer.

With a head lock, her left hand flipped the computer panel lid open. Her fingers randomly pushed buttons sending them wildly towards the Metropolis sky line.

"Can we catch up with that runaway?" asked Redfield.

"Yes, sir," answered the pilot.

"Then do it."

The after burners of the helicopter sent them towards Jess and the flyer.

The flyer tried knocking her off as she tried to remove the helmet. They went up going temporally off the helicopter's radar.

"Where the hell did they go?" said the pilot.

He got his answer when they appeared on radar heading straight towards them. The pilot made aversion action as flyer's jetpack went off sending Jess and flyer plummeting towards the ground. The jet pack kicked in preventing them from slamming into the pavement of the highway only to be going head long into traffic.

They avoided automobiles as the drivers were avoiding them. Jess pulled up and right, sending them both into the city.

"Peace and quiet," thought the writer sitting at a table which was on the balcony of a cyber café.

He was rewriting his lost story about cute pink rabbits going medieval on this town on his new laptop. Bad enough he lost his story during a power outage because he didn't save it, he couldn't get the idea of a demon pulling a redhead passed his window out of his head. It was still a stupid idea. His mocha was delivered. Lifting the cup up, he sniffed the fragrance drifting from his coffee cup.

"Time to get back to work," he thought sipping his coffee.

Before he could begin typing, his ears detected a rumbling heading towards him.

Looking up from the lap top screen, "Oh, shit!" he thought seeing Jess and the flyer heading towards him.

Dodging them as they slammed into his table, he got up enough to watch his laptop going over the railing.

"No!" he yelled running towards the railing.

Peering over the railing, he watched in horror as his laptop smash against the street and getting repeatedly run over by vehicles. Screaming at the destruction of his masterpiece, he jumped over the railing.

They smashed through the windows of a skyscraper interrupting a late night meeting between two co workers.

"Think you can get her off the flyer's back, Castle?" asked Redfield

Loading his sniper rifle, "Just get me close to them," remarked Castle.

Getting closer to the runaway, Castle brought his rifle up. Staring through the scope, he lined up Jess's back in his cross hair. Pulling the trigger, the bullet hit the flyer's computer panel sending them into a tail spin.

Letting go before the flyer went through a brick wall, she hit pavement sliding across it. Stopping, she got up. Removing her helmet, she stared at an expo center building.

Running towards it, "Nipples hurt," went through her mind with each step.

It was lock since it was still night. Breaking into it sent off the alarms. She closed the door and barred it shut. Turning, her eyes widen to the sight of the center full of automobiles.

"Someone must like a hell raiser like me," she thought running towards this treasure trove.

Like a kid in a candy store, she couldn't decide what to procure until her eyes landed on an orange 68 Dodge Charger.

Opening the hood, "A few modifications, the south will raise again," she thought opening her back pack up.

Flashing police lights surrounded the expo center building. Two six men HDC squad gathered around Agent Redfield.

"Listen soldiers, according to the sensors the suspect is still inside that building," said Redfield, "You know the drill. Get inside, append the suspect and get out. With problems, this operation should get done before that tight wearing boy scout shows up. Understand?"

"Yes, sir!"

"Good! Get the job done."

The HDC soldiers doubled timed towards the doors.

Don't get Redfield wrong. Demon knights were a pain in the ass, but at least they weren't trying to change the world like some of those so called super heroes.

Getting to the doors, laser sights pointed at the doors as plastic explosives were planted around the door frame. The lever turned and the frame was blown free.

"Clear!"

Moving into the building, glass crunched under their feet.

"Night vision!"

The sight of dark show room became green.

"Sonar!"

The white line grid appeared. Motioning with hands signals, they followed the lanes between the vintage cars checking each section for red dots.

The Chevy section was clear. Soon Fords, Pontiacs, and BMW followed. When they got to the movie and TV car section, a red dot appeared. Forming a circle around the orange Dodge Charger resting on a platform, slowly they closed in on it.

The engine roared to life as the over head lights came on and blinded the soldiers. Some ripped their goggles off. The room went dark again. The charger's headlights shot on and sped off its platform.

The orange car barreled through the lanes causing soldiers to leap out of the way. One solider almost got hit if his battle bubby had tackled him out of the way of the speeding Dodge. Some tried to aim for the tires, but cars blocked their line of sight.

It followed an incline plane to lower section of the building heading towards two wooden sliding dock doors. An explosive around the dock door frame allowed the charger to get outside of the building. It headed towards some police cars. Braking and turning hard, it skidded across the pavement allowing the cops to see the black 01 on the side of door and "General Lee" printed on top of the window frame. It followed the perimeter of police cars until it darted through a narrow lane between two cop cars. Paint was scraped off as General Lee sped away with the "Rebel Charge" blaring from the car horn.

Rubbing his temples, "How can this night get any worse?" thought Redfield.

"Agent Redfield. Agent Redfield," came from his head set.

"Agent Redfield here."

"Sir, Superman connected us asking way he wasn't notified about terrorist situation."

"One we didn't need his help and two he can kiss my ass."

"Sir, he happens to be standing beside me."

"Good! Listen, boy scout if you think you're man enough to handle this then all you have to do is to look for insane red head tearing through Metropolis in the General Lee, over and out."

Ripping his head set off, he rubbed his temples again.

"Twenty bucks on the red head," he mumbled.

At a red light in the left lane, Curtis detected an engine roar beside him and homies.

"The fuck," he said staring at the orange car on the right side lane, "Hey isn't that the car from that TV series with those rednecks using bows and arrows?"

"Isn't that the one with the blonde in those cut off shorts that can't sing?" asked the passenger.

"No, that's the dumb ass movie," answered the back seat driver behind Curtis, "the series had the brunette in the shorts."

"Yeah, the movie did suck," remarked the second back seat driver behind the passenger, "but DVD was the bomb besides it was the sister."

"What sister?" asked the first back seat driver.

"It was the sister that couldn't sing," answered passenger, "not the blonde chick."

"Shut the fuck up!" said Curtis, "Hey Williams, check the roof."

"Curtis, how many times do I have to tell you it's F-Dog?"

"Stop that stereotypical bull shit, Williams and check that roof."

Rolling his window down, "F-Dog, you Samuel Jackson wannabe," he mumbled sliding out the window, "Well, it's the confederate flag," returning back into the car.

"Watch me show that racist red neck that he can't roll with that color in this neighborhood," leaning towards passenger window, "Hey you racist mother fucker you can't roll with that piece of shit in this neighborhood!"

Rebel charge was the response.

"Think you bad with your window rolled up, show us what man you're with it down."

The driver side window rolled revealing white redhead with white batch over her left eye chick.

"Hello, baby," greeted Curtis.

"Don't start that jive with me, asshole."

"Don't hate, sweet thing."

"Don't hate? An orange car with the confederate flag on the roof rolls besides you and acting the fool accuse me of being racist white red blood American male."

"Hey, baby, honest mistake."

"Honest mistake? An honest mistake is your momma taking welfare checks on your worthless black ass."

"Misunderstanding that's all."

"Misunderstanding is when I get out of this car and kick your ass."

"Well, bitch if think your able."

Holding her palm up, "Please, all your talking and no walking won't get that piece of shit on Fast and the Furious."

"Drag race is what you want, bitch?"

Reviving her engine up, "All mouth and no balls."

"All right bitch after I win you're going to suck my dick," pushing the pedal repeatly.

"Curtis, don't let her bait you," came from the back seat.

"Shut up, Steve," said Curtis staring at the stoplight.

It went yellow. The engines were reviving up as seat belts got buckled up. The light went red. Curtis gripped the steering wheel as "Speed Demon" filtered from the General Lee's speakers. Smoke came from the tires as the light went green.

First they were neck to neck. The General Lee would inch up, but Curtis would get the lead by inches. They battled for the lead as they continued going straight. Then flashing lights appeared behind them.

"It's the cops, Curtis," came from Steve.

"So what?"

"Going to pull over?"

"Why so my ass will get beat by a cop's baton?"

"Exactly."

"What the hell have you been smoking?"

"I got a digital camera. If your ass gets beat, I'll record it and we can live like Brother Rodney."

"That's the first real thought to come out of your ass."

Pulling over, he watched as the cop cars went passed them.

Getting out and slamming the car door, "Hey bad ass racist cops! Black man wanting to get his ass beat up!" watching cop cars continuing to pass him, "What the fuck does a black man have to do to get his ass beat up in this city?"

"Just a good old girl

Not meaning no harm

Always getting into trouble with the law

Since the day she was born

Trying to fight the system

Like a modern day outlaw

More then the law will allow"

Seeing the flashlights in her rearview mirror stopped Jess from furthering butchering that song.

A cop car rammed General Lee's rear right side sending Jess down a street towards Superman's statue. Turning the steering wheel hard to the left, she gave full throttle. Once drifting, she backed out and started circling Superman's statue.

"What is the fuck is the purpose of this round street?" thought Jess going into her third trip around Superman.

Turning right, she went under the highway hitting concrete mediums.

Looking over her shoulder, "You cock roaches don't know when to stop," turning her head, "Oh shit!"

Hitting a concrete embankment sent her into the air. Crashing onto the highway, she landed in front of a black hummer.

"See kids why you must wear seat belts," remarked Jess flooring it.