During the month one night, a lone ice-cream truck was parked in the street. One of the men adjusted his rear-view mirror and then said to the other two that were sitting in the back, "Alright, focus up. The truck containing the radioactive storage unit is one minute out."
A military type car was heading their way at that very moment as two construction workers were walking down, but really, they were thugs in disguise.
"Let's not mess this one up guys. Superfly does not take kindly to errors." The leader reminded them all.
"Any idea what he's building with this weird equipment?" One of them asked through the radio.
"Who cares? As long as the check clears, am I right?" One of the others said, showing no concern as long as they got paid.
The truck came closer. One of the men disguised as a construction worker held his sign for the driver to slow down and point to go down the street to his right. The driver followed the instructions and as soon as he turned and started heading down that road, the other thug threw spikes on the road and caused the tyres to burst on the vehicle.
The vehicle crashed into a bus stop and the two thugs placed explosives on the back of the car, which then exploded and made the doors open. The driver reversed the ice-cream truck towards thugs as they were pulling the radioactive storage unit out.
The ice-cream truck stopped and they immediately loaded the unit into the van. They then sped off down the road, catching police attention. They were now in the middle of a high speed chase. As they continued to drive, police pulled over ahead of the road and readied their guns.
"There's no way out of this! What are we gonna do?!" The driver panicked.
"Superfly's gonna kill us!" One of the other thugs shouted, also panicking.
Suddenly, something grabbed onto the roof of their van and they felt themselves being lifted into the air, leaving the police baffled and confused.
The thugs screamed as they were flying through the air, until they reached an abandoned shipping yard. Heading into the large cargo ship, the felt whoever was flying them let go of the roof of the van and they fell right inside perfectly.
They saw shadows of figures standing wherever they were and then suddenly, the back doors were ripped right open.
They saw someone coming towards them and they began to stutter, "Oh my god! Is that… / He must be… / You're really…."
"Superfly." The figure said and the only other thing that was heard that night, was the sounds of the thugs screams echoing throughout the ship.
On whatever this villain was making, it had the words 'PROPERTY OF TCRI' written on it.
In a hidden laboratory, a woman with blue hair, glasses and a mole was sitting at a computer, rubbing her head in agitation as she was trying to make out some old research notes. Her name was Cynthia Utrom and she was head of TCRI.
The same commander from years ago, only he now had an eyepatch, stood behind her and reported, "It happened again. One of our trucks got hit. They stole a radioactive storage unit this time."
She turned around and turned on the news, which was currently reporting the robbery. She suddenly turned to one of the ripped up pieces of paper that was hanging up and smirked as she had an idea on who was behind these robberies.
She turned to the commander and ordered, "Put tracking devices on all shipments. It's time we this Superfly."