You know everything I said about how I wished I could have imported my new armor into my leather outfit because it would be more convenient? Yeah, I take it all back, because holy fuck did it looks amazing.

I'd gone looking for my new armor and arsenal of melee weapons intent on testing their durability against the various tools I used to cut and shape the body of my cars, only to be struck by how good it looked, especially since it was resting right next to the one from Dark souls. The difference in quality was immediately apparent they were both armor in the same way a Lamborghini and my Pinto were both cars.

Running my hand over the interlinked armor pieces I had to admit that this was not what I expected from the item description, this was a masterpiece and I almost felt bad as I took off a part of it, used two clamps to hold it securely and pulled out some tools to try and damage it, thankfully it withstood everything I had available to me admirably, hell I even took the time to drive out of the city and shot it up with my various guns to really make sure it would protect me well, only the 50-cal managed to leave a scratch and it was just that, a scratch.

Now I just had to do something about the color, Grey wasn't really doing it for me. The garage had come with a room full of infrared lights so I could use the same process I would for cars I just needed to settle on something. I was looking at the full face mask/helmet when it came to me...

Yes, that would be perfect, I just needed to mix the right shade of burnt orange for this and make sure not to fuck up the symmetry. The armor was quickly taken apart every piece carefully laid out in one of two piles and I started my work, giving each part my utmost attention, making sure to paint them as evenly as I could...

Kim's appreciative whistle dragged my attention away from my reflection, she was running her eyes all over my armor clad form. "It looks fearsome."

I couldn't help but agree with her as I turned back to the mirror... Because Holy Fuck! I know I went for this look, but this turned out better than I could have hoped, so much so that I was tempted to use his Name for a moment.

AN-The costume looks like Deathstroke's armor.'

It ended up taking me two days of work to get everything just right, but with the final product staring back at me I couldn't help but think that every minute spent on this paint job was completely worth it. Even better I quickly discovered that my Dragoncrest Ring silenced every little noise you'd expect from a man wearing armor as well, from my heavier footfalls, to the light clinking of metal as I moved everything was dealt with.

Kim couldn't hear a thing as I moved around.

"I pity anyone that takes their eyes off of you in a fight, it really is disconcerting to find someone missing from where you last saw them without even a whisper of a noise to indicate they moved." True to her words she always seemed to be caught off guard to not find me where she expected and I wasn't even trying to be stealthy. Even unsheathing a sword and swinging it around was absolutely silent.

This would have been perfect if only I didn't encounter one big snag to my new defensive upgrade, while the armor did give me full range of motion and didn't hinder me in anyway as I moved around, it was still armor... Full body metal armor at that and I was a recovering drug addict with dreadful stamina, I could only wear it for a few minutes before the exertion of carrying that much weight around caught up to me. It was infuriating...

When I stepped out of the shower it was to find Kim sitting cross legged on the bed looking at the laptop screen her pretty face conveying disbelief and something other emotion I couldn't put my finger on, noticing me she quickly waved me over.

"Y-You have to see this."

Plopping down next to her I took a look. This, turned out to be more news concerning that ABB operation I gutted, she had been following the news coverage for it over the past few days to see if any footage of me going about my bloody work cropped up, or if despite my stealth perks someone had managed to see me coming and going from that area. I needed to know what to expect so I would not be blindsided and she had volunteered for the task.

"How did things even get to this point?" This was honestly baffling, a simple spontaneous operation like that resulting in this, took me off guard.

She ran a hand through her long black hair, lips pursed as she gathered her thoughts for a moment before she started going through the various open browser tabs pointing things out to me.

"I think it started here." She began highlighting a forum post. "Someone claimed that this had to be an Empire hit, to weaken the ABB in that area. They leaked the police reports and basically said that, such clean kills, done so precisely and over such a short amount of time would require an insane amount of skill in stealth and infiltration among other things and that the only person with the skillset or in this case power to manage it would be Victor. They also posted reports indicating that the blackmail material found on scene seemed to be a way to keep the government workers and police officers in the ABB pocket in line..."

I was speechless. I expected quite a few things, from being caught by some unseen camera and having people out there on the lookout for a man of my description to the whole thing remaining unresolved considering that this was Brockton I was leaning towards the latter.

But to think that someone out there would put up a strong case for it being someone else by using the precision of the stab wounds, the estimated time of death for each body and the lack of reaction of the patrons during the slaughter to paint a pretty damn convincing picture before throwing it out there to devastating effect, never even crossed my mind.

"After that Oni Lee started a bombing spree in Empire territory seemingly as a reprisal, people think that the ABB burned their spy in the Empire ranks to pull off the following ambush considering that Lung was setup perfectly to take out Victor before he could meet up with Othala and pull back despite not being ramped up."

Victor was dead. The fact the actions I undertook to ensure Amanda's safety had resulted in this was almost enough to make me dizzy. Was this mere happenstance? In Brockton? Unlikely. A Coil plot? Maybe, but why? He shouldn't be that secure in his position at this point in time but I could see the reasoning for engineering the death of Victor despite the turmoil it would create, depriving the empire of an expert in god knows how many fields and skillsets would be too tempting an opportunity to let pass.

"This is good right?" Looking at the brunette cutely biting her lower lip I gave her a reassuring smile. I could understand her worry, with the death of one of their capes we could be sure that a gang war was all but inevitable, thankfully we were nowhere near the borders between the ABB and Empire territories.

"It is. A dead super powered Nazi is always a good thing. The fact there is no heat on me is a nice bonus."

She smiled back and I ran a hand through her silky hair as I turned my attention back to the screen. Despite this being a good thing as far as I was concerned, I had to admit that the fact my action resulted in such an outcome was worrisome. I'd been trying to lay low and cause as few ripples as possible, not for something as inane as preserving the canon timeline, but to buy myself some time to grow.

I had hoped to remain beneath the notice of this world's terrifying precogs considering that, as far as I knew, I lacked any sort of defense to shield me from their bullshit powers.

There was a chance that the nature of my power shielded me in and of itself or that whoever was responsible for me being here had taken care of it considering I remained unmolested to this day, but that worry remained, that if I did something big I'd bring their attention down on me, be it Contessa the Simurgh or some other thinkers I was unaware of. Either way It was out of my hands now...

I finished rebuilding the Dodge Charger a couple days later, the dark emerald shade I'd settled on made the car look absolutely stunning and I couldn't help the feeling of satisfaction welling up in me. I made this, I picked up a ruined husk and I turned it into this, it felt absolutely incredible.

I wanted to jump in and drive the thing around, I wanted to hit that NOS button and really put on some speed and I would fucking do it, not in Brockton though, the only Racetrack in the city was a fancy one in downtown frequented by rich kids, the fact it was smack dab in Empire territory would have been enough for me to give it a pass even without the recent developments.

While I could get away with going there by covering up with my leather outfit and bike helmet to hide my skin color, the idea was to let loose and enjoy myself, not to drive around while feeling surrounded by racist fucks...

I'd need to find one in another city and book a spot, maybe New York? I'd need to do some research the city might host the Elite, the Teeth and Lost Garden among other groups but it also had freaking Legend in it, surely a visit- I wouldn't jinx myself by continuing that thought but-

A new jump becoming available put all of that out my mind as I focused on what it had to offer. Grand theft auto, the title alone was enough to cool my enthusiasm, and sure enough after giving it a thorough read I could say with certainty that I wouldn't be keeping this one for another week. The Wildcard origin was so worthless it only offered a few mundane vehicles and that was it, it's 100cp perk wasn't free for some reason, not that it wasn't anything to write home about.

The playboy ran into the same problem as the noble origin from the previous jump, the money and Mansion it offered weren't hidden as far as I could tell, I'd probably get all the necessary paperwork but that wouldn't be much help if the PRT or some other group decided to investigate the newly appeared estate, I wasn't getting an origin to retroactively justify all of it after all, as for the perk knowing how to throw money around and spread it over multiple accounts wasn't that useful to me. Likewise for the Good guy perk.

Which left me with the Thug freebies and they fit well enough, a proficiency with anything I could carry that could count as a melee weapon wasn't that impressive considering my already substantial martial prowess but the mention that this proficiency would even apply to cars if I could lift them was what made it shine through.

Considering I might very well be capable of lifting cars in the future, knowing how to wield them would be a nice bonus, also the free dwelling that came with this origin being a seedy apartment instead of a full blown house will hopefully allow me to see if I should hold onto the jump for one more week to pick that mansion after all.

The free weapons and vehicles were a nice bonus. All in all, this wasn't so bad, it had more user offerings than that Superman jump at the very least... Choice made, I-

Week 10

(100 CP- Thug)- Fight Harder: You've got muscle, at least. Hand-to-hand, baseball bats, knives, hatchets and beer bottles- if it can kill with a blow, you've used it at least once, and it's where you shine. As long as you can reach them, it's pretty safe to take a knife to a gun fight for you. Yes, if you lift cars they count.

Free Thug

-Represent: You'll find these, erm, 'tasteful' clothes on most of the dregs of society- and now you've got the perfect package of them. People know what they're in for when you walk in.

-Thugs have a seedy apartment or studio that has a surprising amount of hard-to-detect storage space

-M4

-Smg

-Ford Focus

-Hyundai Sonata

-Yellow Forklift

-BMX

"James!"

Kim's panicked shout had me picking up a gun and running towards the living area, only to relax as I found her safe and sound staring at the new stairs, moving past her and taking them two at a time I found a new floor at the end with the promised seedy apartment. Going back down and out I could see that the new addition was apparent from outside as well, it looked like it had always been there, it had the same weathered look, it had scorch marks and soot to fit its surroundings, the works.

The fact Kim was alarmed despite the stairs not blending in so perfectly with the interior you'd never think they hadn't been built with the original building meant that the new addition didn't bring with it retroactive memories, so if someone was familiar with a place or an area they'd notice the new additions, which sadly confirmed my concerns and meant that my caution helped me dodge a bullet, no mansion for this poor fucker, as such I dropped the jump.

"James?" Looking at the shaken teenager I wrapped her in a quick hug to calm her down.

"It's okay, it's just a new addition created by my power, it creates stuff for me from time to time."

Keeping an arm wrapped around the still stunned girl, I lead her upstairs.

"Your power gave you an apartment?" The disbelief and awe was clear in her voice as she looked around before continuing. "A furnished apartment, even if the furniture is a bit worse than what we have downstairs, it looks used?" The way she wrinkled her nose at the end and relaxed made me grin.

I shrugged, hopefully it only 'looked' used. "That's powers for you, it also summoned a few cars, but never mind that. I want you to bend over the bed for me, I'm in the mood to celebrate."

She flashed me a grin before walking to the bed putting a sway to her hips as she crossed the carpeted floor. She pulled down her comfy pajama pants, leaving them pooled around her feet before bending over, bracing herself on the bed even as she straightened her pale legs and pushed up her panty clad tush towards me.

Feeling myself grow hard at the sight, I wasted no time positioning myself behind her and grinding my bulge against her, far from being a passive participant Kim started rolling her hips and grinding against me as well, wrapping my hand around her silky smooth hair I pulled her up, smothering her gasp with a kiss even as my free hand slipped under her shirt to grope at her plump tits, she threw her hips back bucking her ass against me delightfully before I let go, allowing her to fall back down.

I felt myself smile as she looked back at me with half lidded eyes, soft pants escaping her lips.

My open palm crashed down on her panty clad ass almost with a will of its own, she gasped as I made contact and as I watched her asscheeks ripple my other palm came down, I sank my fingers into her soft flesh enjoying the feel of it before going back to spanking her, the gasps she let out after every smack spurred me on my hands fell over and over, rocking her tush left and right until her flesh was a beautiful shade of pink, taking a step back I knelt and proceeded to slowly peel her light blue and white striped panties away making note of the obvious spot of arousal with glee.

Spreading her naked asscheeks I took in her hairless slit and tight asshole before diving in. I took my time, slowly dragging my tongue over her folds enjoying the way she moved her hips trying to get me to give more attention to a special spot, I indulged her moving down and taking a moment to give her little clit a few flicks before sucking on it for a few short moments to her clear and very vocal delight.

Teasing her folds open I slipped my tongue into her depths while moving my hands so I could bully her hard clit and prod at her asshole with my thumbs.

It didn't take long for her hips to start bucking in concert with her loud needy moans as I held myself back from pushing her over the edge, the moans turned into desperate whimpers when minutes later it became painfully apparent that I was edging her by design, her rhythmic bucks turned into abrupt desperate jerks trying to get that little bit of stimulation I was keeping from her without disobeying me and moving from her spot.

When I pulled back and stood up it was to the sight of a quivering, panting mess of a teenager, she might have been a former whore but I doubt many clients would spend this long working her over. She looked back over her shoulder at me with beautiful teary eyes full of need. Delicious.

I delighted at the shuddering breath she let out as I finally pulled off my pants and freed my rock hard length, at the way she stilled as I slid the tip back and forth over her weeping slit making sure to coat it in her arousal and at the way she groaned in dismay when instead of thrusting inside her eager snatch I thrust up between her cheeks instead, her breathing picked up as I kept at it for a few moments watching her despair as she felt the massive peak she was on the edge off start to ebb away before I slammed myself in.

She stilled completely, not even a breath escaping her lips as she clamped down hard around me before she promptly exploded in orgasm, she threw her head back and just howled! Her hands clutched at the sheets with a white knuckled grip, her hips bucked hard, her knees and thighs started wobbling wildly looking as if they would give out on her one moment only to firm up and clamp down hard the next.

If her reaction had been dramatic, it had nothing on the way her insides went absolutely mad, her writhing walls milked me with such speed and intensity that I almost blew my load there and then, but if there was one thing I could credit this body with, it was sexual stamina, I held on for dear life and all but rode the bitch, slamming my cock into her every time I could to send her crashing through another peak her whorish moans and pleasure filled screams reverberated across the seedy apartment, my own grunts lost in their midst.

My hips picked up speed as I felt my own release inevitably closing in, wrapping her long straight hair around a hand while the other clamped down around her throat I pushed her face down, flush against the sheets, and let go pumping load after load of thick sticky cum into her womb, her feet left the ground and she fully collapsed onto the bed as another orgasm ripped through her, she kicked the empty air her walls clamping down on me harder than ever.

When I let go and moved back on unsteady legs, I was treated to the sight of the black haired beauty sprawled out on the bed and turned into a shuddering, quivering mess. She dragged in long lungfuls of air red faced and sweating, her toes curled in pleasure.

I felt myself stirring back to full mast and quickly fished my phone out of my pants to get a video of this, I started by capturing my hard length covered with a mix of our juices before moving closer to the insensate teenager filming everything, from the dazed look on her pleasure filled face, her reddened asscheeks, to the trail of cum dripping out of her well fucked cunt.

With that done I tossed the phone aside before joining her on the bed. I wasted no time rolling the still recovering teen over, ignoring her confused moan as I pushed her legs up and pressed them until her knees were on either side of her head, planted my feet on either side of her hips, slammed my cock balls deep into her cunt and proceeded to slamfuck her in a mating press.

Kim squealed loudly in response to the brutal intrusion, suddenly alert again and I watched with glee as she came undone beneath me, her head whipping left and right as she babbled and moaned in bliss before I bumped into the seemingly perfect spot considering the way her eyes just rolled back into her head, her fluttering insides tightened further still as I gave fucking her into the bed my everything the sound of flesh meeting flesh ringing loudly across the room. I didn't last much longer but that was hardly a mark against me when you looked at my insensate partner...