A/N: Two chapters tonight, since this one is so short. :) Again, all mistakes are mine.
Chapter Eight
Maelstrom flew back to his penthouse, frustration and anger boiling through his veins. He didn't finish the job, but wasn't sure if he could have with the added distraction of the female flame-thrower. She was definitely unexpected and he didn't know how to react to finding another with powers.
Rick stripped off his mask as he walked inside, going straight to his office. He stuffed the mask into a drawer and turned on the computer. It didn't take long to do a search and find out who his opponent was.
HeatWave. She was called HeatWave.
Pictures from the past few weeks of this flaming crime-stopper filled his computer screen. How did he miss all of this? He pulled up one of the larger pictures of her and looked closely, as if she might look familiar, but he couldn't tell with the way the flames altered her appearance.
Rick was sure he could find some way to beat her, he just had to up his game, and he could see himself bringing much more damage and fear to New York City.
- Tonight was only the beginning. -