The Bolt Episode 6 Unseen, Unheard
My name is Sean White. After waking up with no memory of who I was, I discovered I could do impossible things. Inspired by the heroes around me, I decided to put my powers to use and protect the people of Alter City, and find the missing pieces of my past. I am, The Bolt!
Though the scientists attempted to stop him, they were unable to prevent Sean from walking through the front door of Light-Speed Labs and into the private offices. Sean kept a determined stone cold look as he walked through the halls of the building, passing by any employees that attempted to stop him, without a care in the world. No, Sean had a motive, and he refused to just wait for Peter to schedule an appointment in order for him to fulfill that motive. Sean finally pushed past the remaining workers and barged right into Peter's office, shutting the door tight behind him and locking it. "Oh, Sean," Peter said, sitting at his desk, "To what do I owe this unexpected pleasure?"
Sean marched over to his desk and stood his ground, "The Meta-Mutant," He said, "I know it's here. Some militia group from the company took him away under your authority. Since when do you even have a militia of your own?!"
"Calm down, Sean," Peter said, "I was given the militia group by the government so that I can safely handle Meta-Humans. Think of it as helping the police a bit. Unfortunately, I couldn't fund the police directly so this is the next best thing."
"So where is he?" Sean asked, losing his patience slowly, "Where is the Meta-Mutant?"
"You really must stop calling it that- "
Sean slammed his hands against the desk, "I'm not playing around!" he yelled.
"Neither am I!" Peter scolded, standing up from his chair, "We are doing our very best to help this creature because we are the only ones who can. S.T.A.R Labs started this mess, now Light-Speed Labs is going to clean it up. We are using our resources in an effort to find a cure for it."
"Then let me see him," Sean said, "It knew my real name, Peter. We might have some kind of connection I don't know about. If you just let me talk to him-"
"Talk?" Peter questioned, "If I recall, every time you tried talking to that thing, you nearly got yourself killed!"
"It was scared!" Sean said, "It didn't know what it was doing! I just need five minutes with him!"
"And I said no!" Peter yelled as loud as he could, echoing throughout the entire room, "You need to remember your place!"
Sean said nothing for a moment, and simply gave him a menacing glare, "My place isn't up to you. I'm not a lackey, I'm your partner."
"That can be disarranged," Peter said, "If you ever act like this again."
Saying nothing more, Sean stormed out of the room, slamming the door on his way out.
MEANWHILE
He had never done this before. As he stood by the edge of the alleyway, he looked back down the sidewalk to the woman walking his way. He was nervous. This was completely new territory for him. But he had to do it. He had to survive. People like them will be fine without a purse or two. He only needed the money, that's all.
The woman came by him, and he reached out and yanked her purse away, running down the alley. "Hey He stole my purse!" the woman yelled. As he looked back to the woman yelling at him, he hid behind a trash can, and hoped they would just leave.
He looked over the trash can and saw the woman talking to a police officer, "He ran down that way!" She yelled, and the officer started going his way.
"Hey! Anyone down here?" the officer yelled, looking around. He saw a trash can move slightly, and kept a hand on his gun. But as he came to the trash can, there was no one behind it. Seeing no one around, he walked back to the woman to give her the bad news.
The man reappeared, sitting exactly where he was behind the trash can, holding he purse tightly to his chest. He let out a huff, and stood up, disappearing again as he walked away.
LIGHT-SPEED LABS OUTER OPERATIONS HEADQUARTERS (L.S.L.O.O.H.Q)
Sean spun around in his chair, twiddling a pencil as Olive typed on the main computer keyboard, "Sean," She said, "Please focus."
"For once I have to agree with her," Peter said over one of the screens in the lab, "We need to focus on our new friend."
Pictures of the man they spoke of popped up on screen, "His name is Patrick Atkinson. He robbed a young lady earlier this morning, and then just vanished without a trace."
"Is he also on the list of Meta-Humans?" Olive asked.
Peter nodded, "He has the ability to manipulate the energy around him to cover himself like a shield, or a cloak of invisibility. We need to contain him as soon as-" The video suddenly shut off, ending the call. Olive looked over and saw Sean's finger on a button, a cold expression on his face.
"Sean?" Olive asked, "What did you do that for?"
Sean sighed, "He and I have been having some trust issues."
"When did that start?" She asked.
Sean handed her a flash drive, and she took it in her hand, "Charley gave me that," Sean said, "It contained a lot of locked files, except for one. A video of a guy named Randolph Warren talking about how Light-Speed Labs is hiding something. Which Is why I was going to ask you where he got it."
Olive sighed, "Charley has his ways," She said, handing the flash drive back to him, "So what's our plan? How do we find a guy we can't see?"
"He can hide from the satellite," He said, "So we have to find him the old fashion way. I can patrol the city for a while. And I'll see if I can get Victors help."
The screen started to blink red, catching their attention, "Patrick," Olive said, "Satellite found him. Get going before he vanishes again."
Sean nodded and sped out of the room.
MEANWHILE
"He's getting away!" An officer said.
Patrick ran as fast as he could, breathing very heavily. The officers were directly behind him, with guns in hand. If they had known he was a Meta-Human, they would have tried shooting him already. As Patrick came to an alleyway, he turned invisible just before the officers came up to the entrance. They stopped, catching their breath, "How the hell did he do that?" One asked.
"Forget it, he's long gone," Another officer said, as they two of them left the scene.
Patrick restored his visibility with a sigh, holding the cash in his hands. "I wish there was another way," He said, "But I need to really disappear."
A blur zoomed by and took the cash from Patrick, catching him off guard, "What the-?" he asked, turning around to see the speedster in orange standing a few yards away from him.
"Yo," He said, "I just returned the cash to where you stole it from," Bolt stepped forward, "Patrick, right?"
"How do you know my name?" Patrick asked, stepping back with caution.
"Oh that doesn't matter my good sir," Bolt said, "I'm just going to need you to come with me. There's a nice cell waiting for you at iron heights."
"No!" Patrick yelled, "You don't understand! I need to disappear!"
"Sounds like that's kinda already your thing, isn't it?"
"No- that'-s- I can see how that's misleading. But you don't understand, I can't stay here, he'll find me again!"
Bolt took another step forward, "Who?"
"I can't," he said, "He could be watching."
Patrick disappears, filling Bolt with confusion. Reacting to the sound of footsteps, Bolt is punched square in the face by an invisible force. Bolt looked around but doesn't see any trace of Patrick, "Who was he so afraid of?" Bolt asked aloud.
LATER
Victor tapped his fingers against the steering wheel as he sat and listened to the music. It had just begun to rain, and he was getting ready to head out on his scheduled patrol. Before he could shift the gears into drive, a blur zoomed into the car and sat in the front passenger seat. Victor quickly looked to his right to see Bolt sitting next to him. "Good afternoon, officer," Bolt said, "May I interest you in a few questions? There only $2.99 a word."
"Oh so you're a comedian now?" Victor asked.
"Trying to be more light-hearted. I need to ask you a few things, as well as give you some info."
"Ok, shoot."
"Patrick Atkinson. He's a small time thief who has eluded the police for a few weeks now. And I know why."
"Let me guess, he's a Meta-Human."
"Who can turn himself invisible, yes."
"Invisible? Geez, these Meta's come out of nowhere."
"Tell me about it. He's too tough to catch if he can make himself disappear. The little Houdini is tricky … I think I may call him that."
"Seriously?"
"Probably not, villain names are more of a Central City thing," Bolt sighed, "I'll keep an eye out for him, so long as we keep each other updated. Deal?"
"Deal. Oh and one more thing before you go. It's about the police chief."
Bolt tilted his head, "What about him?"
"I think he suspects something. I don't want him finding out I work with you."
"Just do what I do, act dumb."
"Easier said than done."
Interrupting the two and making their heads face forward, the roar of two car engines zoomed by on the streets, sending water splashing into the air. Several police cars were already on the chase. "We better go," Victor said, shifting into drive, "You better go too," Bolt was gone before he finished his sentence.
Two large trucks roared down the streets, lacking any care for what was in their path. "10-31! 10-31!" An officer said, "Armored truck barreling down the streets at high speeds!"
Bolt ran slow enough to align himself with the trucks speed. He noticed the logo on the side of the truck and tilted his head in curiosity. He then quickly jumped to the door of the truck, where the window was already open, "Excuse me?" Bolt said, catching the driver's attention, who was wearing a biker helmet, "Any reason why you're stealing a Light-Speed Labs truck? Because you don't look like a designated driver." He said, jumping back onto the street when the driver pulled out a gun. Bolt ran to the back of the truck and grabbed onto the handles of the back doors, letting his feet drag across the pavement.
"Bolt is in sight," An officer said, "I repeat, Bolt is in sight. What are your orders?"
"Shoot him," The chief said over radio.
"Roger that," The officer put his radio away and pulled out his gun. He leaned out his window and started firing off rounds toward Bolt.
"Yikes!" Bolt said, attempting to move his body out of the way of the bullets as he held on to the truck for dear life.
As Victor drove up closer to the truck, he took notice of what his fellow officer was doing, "No!" he yelled, gripping his steering wheel, and pressing down on the gas. For a moment, he ignored his head and listened to his instincts, slamming his vehicle into the other car. The car went swerving, forcing the officer inside to bring the vehicle to a complete stop or else risk crashing.
Victor nodded to Bolt, who nodded back as he grabbed one of the door handles with both hands, and ripped it open, making him swing along with the door and hang over the quickly moving road below him, "Nope! Nope! Nope!" Bolt said, as he climbed the door, "Nope! Nope! Nope! Nope! Nope!" He reached the roof of the truck and struggled to keep his balance. As he looked up, he saw a bridge coming his way, "Suddenly I'm playing Gang Beasts," He said, throwing his body down onto the ground as the bridge passed overhead, just scraping his back, "Ow! Gah! Unpleasent! Unpleasent!" He yelled. The bridge finally ended and he was blinded with sunlight for a moment before clearing up. He took a moment to collect himself before looking back to the few police vehicles still in pursuit. He looked around to see if there was anything in his environment he could use. He was finding it difficult to hang on to the truck with the water all over the roof.
And then it hit him. Water.
He began to vibrate his hands at extreme speeds, to the point where they were sparking with gradually increasing amount of electricity. He looked between his hands and took a deep breath, yelling as loud as he can "Clear!" He slammed his hands onto the roof of the truck. The entire vehicle was overtaken by electricity. The shock reached the engine, forcing it to explode and block the driver's view with smoke, "I can't see!" The driver yelled, twisting the wheel all the way to the right on instinct. The truck turned too quickly and toppled over, forcing Bolt to quickly leap off of the truck to where his fall was caught by landing on Victors car, just as he came to a stop. The truck continued to flip until it crashed into a building wall, landing upside down.
Victor stepped out of his car, and helped Bolt to his feet, "That was a hell of a jump, you ok?"
"Mmmmmhmm," Bolt said, feeling very dizzy.
The truck suddenly caught fire, oil was spilling from the back, "Oh no," Bolt said, zooming over to the driver seat of the truck to see the man still inside.
"Get away from me!" The driver yelled.
"Listen!" Bolt said, "This thing is going to explode, you have to let me help you!"
"Forget it! You'll just arrest me!"
"You'd rather die?!"
In hearing that question, the driver sighed, "Fine, fine! Just hurry."
Just as the truck exploded, an orange blur zoomed away from the fire, and stopped next to Victor. The driver was already hand cuffed. "Take this one to go, soon as he gets medical help," Bolt said, zooming back to the back of the truck, and taking a look inside, only to find all of its contents destroyed
The other officers pulled up and stepped out of their vehicles, and Bolt zoomed off.
"Don't move, Victor!" An officer said.
"Wait, what's going on?" Victor asked.
"You ran an officer off the road," The officer said, "You are under arrest."
ACPD
"What the hell were you thinking, Victor?!" The chief yelled as Victor sat in the empty room, consisting only with a table, chairs and a one-sided mirror, "You ran an officer off the road! What did you think you were doing?"
"Saving a boy's life!" Victor said, "I get that The Bolt is a vigilante, but we all know that's he's a kid! He should be given trial, not the immediate death sentence. He's not public enemy number one! He's a hero. Like The Green Arrow. Like The Flash!"
"Those psychos in masks aren't heroes!" the chief yelled, slamming his hands onto the table, "Vigilantism is illegal, no matter what Central City or Star City says. They may be ok with masks heroes, but we are not!"
"Oh yeah?" Victor said, "Well maybe your just jealous that The Bolt has caught more criminals than you have. Maybe your just jealous that these heroes have the guts to go beyond your capabilities!"
"That's idiotic."
"We've all seen it, Chief! You hunt every Meta-Human like an animal. There's no justice in it, just pure, personal rage! Just because a few Meta's are bad doesn't mean they all are. So stop being afraid of what you don't understand."
"That's enough! Until further notice, you are suspended from the force. There will be no argument. Badge. Now!"
"Fine," Victor said, ripping his badge off his uniform and slamming it onto the table, "May I be excused, sir?"
" …You may," he said, watching Victor leave the room with a slam of the door.
MEANWHILE
The pub was full of laughter, dancing and music. All of which the woman sitting at the table wasn't a part of. She simply twiddled her thumbs in worry. He was late. What could have happened? Was he caught? How could that have happened? With what he's capable of he should have slipped right through their fingers. Does it have anything to do with why he called her here. None of it made much sense but it scared her, "Come on, where are you?" She asked herself.
"Sorry that I'm late Ashlyn," Patrick said as he appeared in the seat in front of her, making her jump slightly.
"Patrick, where have you been? Why did you want to meet?" She asked.
"I'm sorry," he said, "But I need to disappear. Like, really disappear. The Bolt is after me now, as well as the police and Light-Speed Labs."
"Light-Speed Labs? Are you sure they're after you?"
"I'm sure. I've seen people in suits all over town. Their looking for me."
"Patrick. I don't want to end up losing you again. Isn't there anything we can do?"
"I don't know. All I can hope to do is lay low until things cool down. But my hopes aren't very high."
She took his hand in hers, "It's ok. We'll figure this out. Till death do us part remember?"
Patrick smiled, "Yeah. I remember."
People around the pub started staring at the two. A few of them even pulled out their cell phones, "You should go before the police arrive," Ashlyn said.
"Yeah. I love you," Patrick said, kissing her before disappearing into thin air.
"I love you too," She said quietly.
LIGHT-SPEED LABS
The table was scattered with several different gadgets and trinkets, each with their own unique design. "So, which one of these is going to help me?" Sean asked.
"This one," peter said, handing him back his mask, "I've upgraded your mask lenses. They have a few new features, such as the ability to track heat signatures."
"So I can see Patrick even if he is invisible?"
"That's the idea, it's also equipped with night vision and targeting. You're welcome. I do hope this makes up for our little disagreement."
Sean sighed, "I appreciate the upgrades but you're not out of hot water just yet. You still haven't allowed me to see the Meta-Mutant."
"Because it's under extensive research. I promise, in time, you can see it."
"Him," He stressed, "It's still a living being. It was human once, and I think there's still someone under all that monster that you, not so much fail to, but refuse to see."
"Just catch our Meta, and we can talk more on this subject."
Sean nodded, "By the way. There was a truck robbery earlier today."
"So?" Peter asked.
"So, it was one of your trucks," Sean raised a brow, "Anything you want to tell me? This is a research facility. What could you have that someone would want?"
"Militia weapons," Peter was not hesitant with his words, "You know now I have my own militia. That was a transport truck heading for one of our outer HQ's."
"'Outer HQ's?' How many are there?"
"That isn't the point, now if you'll excuse me, I have to attend to business," Peter then made his way out of the room, leaving Sean all alone with even more questions.
Peter entered the research room, and told his scientist to leave him alone with the mutant that lied on the table. One by one they all left until only the two remained. "Tell me," Peter began, pacing around the Meta-Mutant, "What sort of hold do you have on the kid. Hm? He seems to believe that the real you Is still buried somewhere deep inside you. And perhaps he is. But I'm not interested in the real you. I'm only interested in one thing, which has proven more and more difficult to get. Every subject, every test and you, are the only success. And that drives me crazy because I just don't know why. Why did you go so right?" He sighed, "I suppose I'll have to find out in time."
" ….Dooooooon't …." The mutant began to speak softly, "Doooooooon't huuuurt hiiiiiim …"
"Who, Sean?" Peter questioned, "No worries. He isn't a part of THIS project. No, actually, I've had very different plans for him from the start. You'll see. But enough about that, it's time to continue your tests."
ELSEWHERE
Victor sat and sighed on his couch, his gun resting on his coffee table as he turned on the TV. It had been a rough day. Choosing to follow instinct rather than reason, he lost his job, put on time out by the biggest drama queen on the force. Why did he do it? He asked himself this over and over. Why did he choose to save Bolt? Why did he risk his job? Perhaps it was because he thought Bolt was a true hero. Most of the officers on the force shoot to kill without hesitation all because of the chief's fear of Meta-Humans. Now all he could do is sit, and watch the news as the chief talked about what Victor had done.
Bolt zoomed in, standing in the corner of the room. Victor quickly got up and grabbed his gun, almost firing until he noticed who it was, "How the hell did you get in here?!" He asked.
"Your window was open," Bolt said, "I heard about what happened. I am so sorry you lost your job over me, it isn't right."
"Yeah, don't talk to me about what's right," Victor sat back down, "I don't regret saving you, but thanks to you I'm on probation."
"I didn't mean for this to happen-"
"That's not the problem! The problem is you! The kid who decided he wanted to be a super hero, without even knowing what he was doing!"
Bolt clenched his fists, and sped up to Victor, standing right in his face, "I know exactly what I am doing, Victor! I'm doing what I feel is right. I don't care that I'm a kid. I have these powers, and IU want to use them to the best of my ability to protect people. It's the only thing that makes sense to me. And that is something you have to accept. What you did, saving me, I am thankful for. It was also your decision, not mine. Your actions are your own. Of course I regret what happened. Of course I didn't want you to lose your job. But don't go and put all the blame on me."
In silence, Victor backed up and tossed an ear piece to Bolt, "You can have that back," he said.
Bolt caught the ear piece and put it back in his bet, "Fine," He said, zooming out of the apartment with a gust of wind.
This must have been what others described as angry running. Bolt was furious with Victor. How could he go and accuse him like that? They had the same goals, to protect the city. One setback happens and Victor turns on him. Then again, it isn't just any setback. Victor went against his own police force for Bolt. Loyalty like that is difficult to come by twice. Of course Sean felt guilty about what had happened, but he had to stand by his actions. He out on the mask for a reason; he had to remember that. He had to remember why he was doing this.
Then he thought; why was he doing this? Why did he put on the mask? Because he found it? Because he thinks that's what he use to do? Because it feels right? Every choice he's made was by instinct, rather than logic thinking. After all, he was a kid.
As he looked back on his trail of lightning, he thought about heroes like The Flash, who sued their powers to do good as well. Why did The Flash put on the mask? Was there a reason? A goal? And endpoint? Does he do it for the thrill? Does Sean? With so many questions going through his head, he almost didn't hear the alarm.
He skid to a stop by the jewel store, to see Patrick running out as fast as he could and vanishing, "Oh no you don't," Bolt said, "Activate heat tracking," he said.
His eye pieces lit up red. He was able to see everything that gave off heat. Most of the city itself was blue, but people were red and green. And though he was invisible, Patrick was a bright red. It made sense. It took a bit of energy to turn invisible, it must wear him out physically to where he even starts sweating. "I spy with my little eye," Bolt said, speeding at Patrick, grabbing him, and pinning him against the wall as his invisibility wore off, "A misbehaving Meta-Human. Hiya Patrick!" he said, his eye lenses returning to their normal white.
"How did you see me?!" Patrick asked.
"Heat reading eye lenses. Can't hide from them. Now I'm taking you to iron heights."
"Wait! Please! He'll find me!"
His words struck curiosity in Bolt, "Who will find you?"
Patrick was hesitant, but spoke with a stutter, "P-Peter Morrison."
Bolt's grip on Patrick loosened, and eventually released Patrick, who stood there dumbfounded, however not as much as Bolt, who's eyes widened under the mask, "Why would you be running from him?"
"He imprisoned me!" Patrick said, "And if he catches me he'll do it again!"
"What's the difference from a normal cage?"
"Peter does horrible things to the Meta's he harbors."
"As in plural? How many are there?" However, he didn't need to answer, he figured it out, "24."
"There used to be 24," Patrick said, "But they all broke out over a month ago."
Bolt stumbled back, resting his hand on a bench, "He lied to me …"
"Please, let me go."
Bolt truly knew what it felt like to be betrayed now. Patrick was keeping those Meta-Humans, but when he lost them, he decided to use Bolt as a way to catch them. He tricked him! What else doesn't he know?! What other secrets is he hiding?!
Bolt shook his head, and grabbed Patrick by the shoulders, "I need you to do me a favor, then I'll let you go."
"Sure! Anything-!"
"I want you to sneak into Light-Speed Labs."
"-Except for that! Are you crazy?! I'm not going in there!"
"You have to! I need to know what their up to and you're the only one who can find out undetected! Please!"
Patrick tried to come up with an excuse but found that he was unable to. If he didn't go along with it, Bolt was going to hand him over to the police, "Ok! Ok! What do I need to do?"
LATER THAT NIGHT: LIGHT-SPEED LABS
Patrick looked up at the building, feeling scared out of his mind, "Any chance I can back ouy?" Patrick asked.
"No," Sean said over an ear piece, "Just get in, find out whatever you can, send it to me, and get out. Easy."
"You're the fast one! Why don't you do it?!"
"Because I'm fast, not invisible. Now hurry up. And be sneaky. Like a ninja."
Patrick scoffed, "'Like a ninja'. Easier said than done." He cloaked himself and walked through the front door.
Even just seeing the scientists in coats gave him horrible flashbacks, causing him to breath quickly. He was thankful it was too noisy for anyone to hear him, and he also prayed that no one would see him. If Bolt had heat signature capabilities, what about this place?
As Patrick kept moving into the more restricted areas, he looked into a window and saw a room closed off with tape, completely burnt, "Whoa …"
"What? What do you see?"
"Just a room, like it was blown up or something."
He kept moving onward until he reached a door that said 'research lab'. "I found the research lab. I'm gonna see what's inside."
He moved toward the door and it opened on its own. The room was empty, minus some tools, a table and-
-The Meta-Mutant.
"Oh ..my …god …" he said.
"What is it?"
Patrick approached the mutant, looking over him in fear, " … Randolph?"
"Randolph?! What do you see?! Who's in there?!"
"I- I gotta get out of here!" he yelled, running out of the room as fast as possible.
Patrick bumped into several people as he went. He started stumbling when he heard the alarms begin to go off, "No, no, no, no, no!" He said, just as he was hit with a massive electric shock, and sent to the ground unconscious. The shock shorted out the earpiece, rendering it useless.
"Well, look what we have here," Peter said, kneeling down to Patrick, "Now what were you doing sneaking around?"
Sean zoomed to the door and walked into the main entrance of Light-Speed Labs, just in time to see guards dragging Patrick away, "Oh no …" He said.
"Oh, Sean," Peter said, walking up to him, "Seems our Meta delivered himself right to me."
Sean was silent, giving him a death glare. Peter's expression did not change. They were both well aware of each-others actions, "So tell me," Peter started, "Why?"
Sean clenched his fists, and gritted his teeth, "Patrick told me about how you harbored the same Meta's your having me track down. You did experiments on them, didn't you?!"
Sean expected some sort of excuse. He expected him to make something up to cover the whole thing. However, what he got was far blunter, "Yes," he said, "And for good reason. Isn't that right?"
Sean turned around to see who he was referring to. It was a man in a black suit, with a clip board in his hands, "Thank you for apprehending subject 14, Mr. Morrison."
"Of course, any time," Peter said, "Oh, Sean, where are my manners? This is agent Perry. He's my representative for a special organization issued by the government itself to test Meta-Humans."
"Government …issued?" Sean said, "So …experimenting on Meta's is-"
"Literally my job, and oh so legal," Peter said, "Forgive me, agent Perry, this is Sean. He's just an intern here."
"I see," Perry said, "Well anyway, I'll assume Patrick is in good hands with you until further notice?"
"Indeed he is. Have a very good day."
With that, Perry had walked off.
"See, Sean?" Peter said, "I'm not the villain here. And the only reason I don't put you on probation is because I still need you. But perhaps this will teach you not to doubt me, ever, again," he scolded.
Sean stood in silence, taking in every moment that had just occurred, before sighing, "Yes, sir," he said, and walked out of the building.
LIGHT-SPEED LABS OUTER OPERATIONS HEADQUARTERS (L.S.L.O.O.H.Q)
"Government issued?!" Olive yelled.
Sean paced around the room, kicking his feet and growling silently, "Yeah, turns out what he's doing there is legal, at least as far as the government is concerned."
"What do you mean?" Olive asked.
"Patrick mentioned a guy, Randolph."
"From the video?"
"Maybe, which means Randolph is in the facility still. I think there's still something shady going on that even this …government organization doesn't know about. I think Peter is abusing his power. Whatever he's doing to those Meta-Humans, I need to find out."
"And how are you going to do that?"
Sean stopped pacing and sighed, "No Idea. For now, I can only play along until something comes up."
A small beeping started in his watch, catching his attention, "Is that suppose to happen?" Olive asked.
Sean looked closly at his watch, "I'm receiving a message, from unknown ."
"Has that happened before?"
"Yeah …Yeah! It has!" he said, pressing the accept button as the message played over the small screen.
GO TO THE ROOF
"'Meet me on the roof?' What does that mean?" Sean asked.
Suddenly they heard a thump on the roof.
"What was that?" Olive asked, as Sean sped into his suit and out the door.
Bolt stopped on the roof and looked around. "Hello?! Is anyone here?!" He yelled, but no one replied. Instead, he found his foot step on an envelope, "What the heck?" He asked aloud, picking up the envelope, and taking out the computer chip trapped inside.
"A chip?" Olive asked.
"I can't figure out what it's for," He said, "Nor who it came from. But this isn't the first time a mysterious message lead me somewhere."
"So that means that someone is looking out for you."
"It means," Sean said as he put the chip down, "That someone is watching me."
THE BOLT
The young woman walked away from Light-Speed labs, sighing as she put a hood over her head, "I wish I could do more for you kid, I really do," she looked over to the traffic cam coming her way. She waved her hand, and the traffic like short circuited, "But there are just too many eyes," She said, walking further into the darkness, streetlights turning off as she walked by them.
Written by Timelord2024
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