Forgive me for the short chapter! I wanted to add more, but I don't really wanna keep you guys waiting too long :3 Makes me feels bad. I was a naughty writer and wrote stuff too far in the future to post right now D: as an added bonus, I named the chapters! Yay! :D Also, as I was reading back through my chapters I was noticing some rather stupid spelling errors D: sorry about that, I haven't had the time to edit yet and I'm sorry for the distraction; enjoy!

Inflitration-

The thick metal door slammed shut hard enough to shake the ground and Static cursed, "Dammit!"

Hotstreak turned to the hero, "What?"

"These doors close as a fail safe, meaning I can't use my powers to open them back up."

Hotstreak raised an eyebrow, "So I guess this is where I come in?"

Hotstreak concentrated the fire in his arms and hands, gathering it around him before shoving it outward, a pillar of flame colliding with the metal doors. The concentration required to keep up a continuous stream of molten hot fire was difficult even for Hotstreak. The doors glowed red hot, the very air simmering with heat until the metal began to warp and twist inward, bending away from the fiery onslaught. Hunching his shoulders, face carved into a deep snarl, Hotstreak roared, sending a burst of concentrated fire at the door, melting the remaining width of the frame and turning the edges white hot.

Falling to one knee, Hotstreak panted, catching his breath as Static rested a hand on his shoulder, "Nice work. Let's go." Hotstreak rose, and the duo made their way through the remains of the three foot thick barricade. Metal was still dripping off the sides of the frame and the air around the destruction wobbled in the rising heat.

Static led the way down the corridor with purpose, scanning door plaques for any signs of technology. His concentration was broken however, when a team a well-armed security guards rounded the corner and leveled their weapons at the metahumans. Static looked unconcerned as he swung out an arm and raised a magnetized energy shield just as the team began firing. Hotstreak blurted the moment their weapons rang out, "Hey! Those ain't no tazers, those bastards are shootin' to kill!"

Static narrowed his eyes at the guards and flexed his shield wall, sending it rippling towards them like a wave. As it passed through them they jerked and spasmed as they fell to the ground. Stepping over the still writhing guards Static bothered to explain to Hotstreak, "Just like a taser. They won't be getting up for a while."

"That's a pretty neat trick."

Static ignored the compliment and stated a simple fact, "We gotta find a computer."

As they passed by more rooms Hotstreak asked, "What about behind these doors?"

Static shook his head, "I don't sense a network. What I need is a networked computer so I can tap into the system and search all the computers at once."

Hotstreak was silent for a moment before he asked, "You can do that?"

"...Not as good as Richie, but yeah, it's just more difficult."

Eventually Static hissed, "Yes," as he froze in front of a blank steel door. Seizing the door with his powers, Static ripped it out of it's frame, tossing it to the side like a discarded playing card. Stepping into the room Static jumped and yanked Hotstreak to the side with a fist in his shirt, throwing them both to the ground behind chest high electrical components just as a solid beam of light scarred the ground where they'd been standing seconds before. Smoke rose from the melting floor and both Static and Hotstreak took note of that fatal fact.

"They hell was that?" Hotstreak shouted

His question was answered by a snarl from the other side of their cover, "They warned us you'd be coming. Why don't you just try using those electric powers here. You'd destroy every hard drive within a mile radius!"

Hotstreak sat with his back against their crude cover and asked, "Is he telling the truth."

Static's grim stare was enough and Hotstreak said, "Then I'll take him." Shifting onto a knee to spring from his cover Static caught his arm, "No. You'll need a distraction; just be careful about the hardware and try not to melt anything...well, anything that looks important."

Hotstreak waved a hand, "Yeah yeah, I got it. You ready."

"Ready as I'll ever be."

Hotstreak hissed, "Then go!"

Static took a deep breath than rolled from behind the cover and launched into a sprint around the room, as he straightened, just missing a laser blast fired right where he'd thrown himself from the cover. Static ran in a circle, simultaneously whipping out his saucer and filling it with energy. Using the disk like a mega battery, Static matched the power of the laser. Or hoped he did. Now if the shot connected he would have a semi-manageable shield.

As Static ran from cover to cover, Hotstreak did something he'd never really done before; he sneaked up on an opponent. Keeping just out of the scientist's line of sight, Hotstreak got as close as he dared and found what he was looking for. Lighting up, Hotstreak sent a concentrated blast from his palm at a control panel at the back of the robot, effectively melting any important circuits that could be used to fire, say, an extremely dangerous laser blast?

Now the scientist was watching Hotstreak, fear starting to show on his previously spiteful face. He jumped away from the controls, fully intending to run for his life, but also forgetting there wasn't one, but two metahumans in the room. He tripped over Static's outstretched foot, sprawling forward onto his face. Hotstreak walked over and jammed his foot down between his shoulder blades, the scientist letting out a weak uumpf.

Static looked over at him, "Watch him."

Hotstreak snorted in derision, "With pleasure." Feeling the scientist squirm underfoot, Hotstreak watched Static find the computer he wanted. Jamming a flash drive in the computer, Static hurriedly dragged over the files he needed. Tapping his foot impatiently as the loading bar moved sluggishly from 2% to 10% Static complained, "Even the gad guy's computers are shit."

Hotstreak felt the same impatient tug he felt when a heist carried on too long for comfort, "The hell's taking so long?"

Static snapped in frustration, "It's loading."

Hotstreak grit his teeth and took out some anger on the scientist beneath him, "What's it at?"

Static snipped sarcastically, "Does it matter? It's still not done."

Knocking the scientist out so he could keep watch for the doorway, Hotstreak shouted back in anxiety, "Make it go faster!"

"I. Can't."

Hotstreak worried his lower lip as he leaned around the corner, cursing and pulling behind the frame when a bullet whizzed by his ear. Their footsteps growing louder, Hotstreak took a chance and shot fire blindly around the corner while he yelled, "Almost out of time here!" He heard a startled curse as he hoped they retreated to a safer distance.

Static was practically hopping from foot to foot, willing the damn machine to work faster. 89% 90% … Static pounded his fist on the machine and swore, flicking his eyes to the doorway Hotstreak was attempting to barricade.

When the guards started to become less impressed by his fire show, Hotstreak grit his teeth and flattened his palm on the metal, superheating it until it was glowing a shimmering red. He heard shouts of surprise as they backed up, no longer physically able to stand any closer. Keeping it up was tiresome though, and Hotstreak knew he only had few precious seconds left before he would have pull back.

Still keeping his ears strained on the men outside, he jumped when Static gripped his shoulder, "I got it; let's get out of here."

Hotstreak motioned his his head to the men in the corridor, "Hey, these guys ain't playin' around. Those are real bullets they're firing."

Static licked his lips and asked, "You sure?"

"What? Of course I'm sure." Hotstreak gave him a puzzled look before he realized what he was going to attempt to do. Jumping to his feet Hotstreak argued, "Don't chance it man, you've never done it before."

Static gave him a worried, crooked grin, "Needed to try it sometime right? Hold this." Static dropped the flash drive into his open palm and took a deep breath, "Just stay behind me."

Sparks coursing over his skin, Static concentrated and lifted a shield with Hotstreak inside, just a regular shield until he bothered to augment it, and stepped briskly into the open. Hotstreak kept behind him as Static acted fast, pouring out his energy into a nearly solid polarized shield. There were no longer sparks jumping from his hands while he focused, but thin bolts of lightning that could connect in a molten blue between the ceiling and the floor. If that wasn't enough, when they started shooting, it actually worked.

Static gasped at the force he needed to exert to stop the bullets, but once he stopped the first wave, bullets still hovering in the air, his face broke into a wild grin. That was the hard part, now he could really do some damage Hotstreak's eyes widened as the men stopped shooting, realizing the were just wasting their ammo, "You really did it."

Flicking his hand to the side, Static flung the bullets to embed themselves in the wall. To the naked eye, he'd dropped his shield, but to Static, he'd just concentrated usually wild electricity into a more subtle, powerful aura. The air around him was thick with magnetism, but the guards didn't know that. Still startled that he would drop his protection, they fired freely again, but this time Static was ready. Catching the bullets near his hand, Static turned their potential energy back on them, turning the bullets back on their owners.

Making sure to keep his hits non lethal, Static curled his hand into a fist and jerked his hand back when he was close enough, pulling the guns from their hands and sending them clattering across the floor. Satisfied that the moaning men on the ground were no longer a threat, both Hotstreak and Static broke into a run.

Only when they were back outside did Static drop the magnetism collected around his body. Sweat dripping down his face, Static almost collapsed from the amount of effort he'd put into his last ditch move. When Static's footsteps slowed, Hotstreak turned and grabbed his forearm, dragging the exhausted metahuman behind him.

Bullets turned the dust in their tracks and Hotstreak ignored the protest of his muscles when he turned around and grabbed Static's arm, only half conscious, as he pitched forward into Hotstreaks chest. Gasping for breath, Static didn't protest when the pyrokinetic hoisted him into his arms and shot from the ground with all the power he had left. He could hear the shouts and shots behind him, but knew that from this height in the dark there was no way the bullets could hit them with any accuracy.

Only flying far enough that he was sure they wouldn't follow, Hotstreak landed heavily in the desert, dropping Static before he too fell with his back to the ground with a heavy grunt. Static sucked in a fast, pained breath as sparks gathered around his body. Hotstreak forced himself to sit up and crouched near the other metahuman with his hand hovering over him, "You okay?"

Static arched his back and dug his fingers through the dirt, his face twisting in pain. When the wave of agony passed Static ordered desperately, "Back up back up back up."

Hotstreak knew that tone all too well as he scrambled back in the dirt just as Static rolled to his stomach and stood, shaking as he curled into himself with a scream. His eyes glowed blue with power and dangerous amounts of electricity gathered in his palms. Chest heaving, Static loosed the enormous amount of energy into the sky in one last powerful bolt. The scenery around him glowed blue as the energy struck the clouds, small flickers dancing in the atmosphere before fluttering out of existence.

Static fell to his hands and knees with heavy gasps, his arms shaking under his weight. Hotstreak forced his aching body into action and fell to his knees at his side, "What the hell was that?"

"Too much...electricity...stored inside...had...to get...rid of it."

Hotstreak sort of understood that and asked, "But you're okay now?"

Static just gave a tired nod as Hotstreak forced him to lie down. A small hysterical giggle rushed from his chest, "Let's not do that again."

Static's chest rose and fell with small choking laughs, "That hurts too..."

Hotstreak sat with his knees to his chest at Static's side and asked when the hero's breathing had evened out enough, "You're not going to be able to move for a while are you?"

Static practically mumbled as his body shut down, "I don't even want to think about it."

Hotstreak gave his shoulder a squeeze before falling to his back with his hands behind his head, noticing for the first time that this god forsaken desert had a damn good view of the stars. Not nearly as exhausted as Static, but still just as spent, Hotstreak fell asleep long after he did, amazed that his friend Richie hadn't yet died of a heart attack if the headstrong hero always acted like this. Turning the flash drive over in his hand, Hotstreak pocketed the small drive and curled on his side to sleep, the yips of coyote's too far away to be a cause for concern.