Foreword: No matter how a played this chapter, it came out cheesy, so I had to keep re-writing it. I call this chapter: "The one that kicked my ass." No…that's not a good name, gotta start all over again... Oh, nad again, I am very lazy, so I didn't bother actually working the numbers on stuff, so if you do bother to work it out, it won't add up. Forewarning to all of those math buffs out there.

Disclaimer: I don't own the Fantastic Four; I do however own some bad language and use it often.

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Karen Stuart sat with one very long lithe leg crossed over the other, attractively perched on the edge of her leather executive's chair behind an impressive mahogany desk with the immaculate posture of a person that welcomed the absolute power than corrupted absolutely. She could have easily been a model, or a famous actress, allowing some flustered rookie info-tainment reporter to try and ask her questions.

But the surveillance tech that stood in front of her knew differently.

Kenny Dwyer had worked at Glitter Cosmetics Alternative Research Division for the better part of a decade. He knew that the beautiful woman sitting in front of him had worked there for much less time than that and had generated enough funding from Uncle Sam to buy out the legitimate part of the company three times over. Being good at her job meant that she did not lose her composure often.

Kenny hoped he wasn't about to found out what it looked like when she did.

"How long ago did this happen?" She asked, her voice even as she watched jump out of the window over and over on the portable video screen in front of her.

"No more than three minutes and some change." Kenny answered, happy she was so calm.

"Let me straighten something out for you, Mr…Dwyer, is it?" She said, looking at him, her perfectly shaped eyebrows pulling together.

"Yes, Ma'am." Kenny said.

"The amount of money that's flying out of the door right now is twelve time what you will make in your entire lifetime. Three times what I will. It is almost equal to a year's budget in a small country in the European Union." Her voice was getting steadily louder, her eyes getting more and more threatening. "It would take Wal-Mart a year and a half to earn its equal. Do you understand what I'm saying?" She stood and placed her fingertips on her desk, leaning on them to bring her face closer to Kenny's.

"I-I think I do, Ma'am." Kenny replied, sweat popping out on his forehead.

She turning her attention to her desk, she began shuffling papers. "Thinking is not your job, Mr. Dwyer. The only thing you have to understand is that amount is essentially worth more than your life. Now, go alert security. If they're not out there in two minutes, Johnny won't be the only one on fire."

Kenny swallowed hard.

"Are you waiting on something? Go! Now!"

Kenny bolted out of the room

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Johnny rocketed through the night sky, feeling the adrenaline level in his blood rise for the second time that night. He loved to fly. There was no better rush in the world than when the laws of gravity bent to his fiery will. Physics could kiss his ass.

Some other people, however, felt differently.

HOOOOOOOOOWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Johnny couldn't stop himself from smiling as Einstein's thought speak scream echoed in his head.

"Would you calm down! You keep wriggling around, I'm gonna drop you!" Johnny's flamed-wreathed lips told the dog in his non-flamed arms.

CALM DOWN!?!? I don't recall someone take the news of a smart dog that well!

"That was completely different. You kidnap-oh, SHIT!"

Johnny dove out of the way of small projectiles that came whistling up from the ground below.

"They're shooting at us?!" Johnny said incredulously, risking a glance at the earth below.

I don't think they're actual bullets. More than likely missiles or nets. It could go either way… Einstein said, looking down, too

"Neither one of witch I feel like dealing with right now. Hang on!" He said, as he angled his body into a steep climb, Einstein's scream resuming it's position in his head once more.

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Apologies for the super long wait for the short chapter. I will do better in the future.

-GOld