BOOOM!
The criminal slammed into a wall and hung in there for a second before Kid Flash ran over and hit him with the trademark speed punches, sending him deeper into the man-shaped hole with cracks stretched across the wall.
He threw a power kick which Kid Flash easily evaded, the light show display caused by the lightning which followed his every motion was a marvelous sight to behold.
He gave a loud roar as he increased in size by a foot or two and his strength seemed to have doubled with him attaining a giant like stature.
He released three fire spheres which locked on to Kid Flash like programmed missiles and almost caught up to him as the kinetic energy he emitted while running kept exciting the flame molecules and increasing the pace of each.
Kid Flash ran up the alley walls and descended directly towards the villain with the flaming spheres behind him and at super speed, he phased through the villain with the flaming spheres colliding against the creator with the blast which resulted from the impact with him sending the criminal flying.
Before he came in contact with the ground Kid Flash ran lightning through his body and struck him mid air with a lightning bolt.
Completely blinded by rage he stood up and boosted up his flames, spreading it across his body and hoping it would give him an upper hand if he kept powering up.
But unfortunately for him Kid Flash had other plans and ran in circles around him, taking all the oxygen out of the area and extinguishing the flames. He laid unconscious with Kid Flash standing above him and striking a hero pose.
As I headed for my home that evening, I was left to marvel over the astonishing hero versus villain fight I had just witnessed. Elated by the way in which Kid Flash took the meta down with relative ease and how he could have killed him easily had Kid Flash been a villain.
The fight between Kid Flash and that meta-robber had given me a reality check. I was transmigrated to a universe occupied by psychopaths and dangerous people who just craved chaos and yet I was not putting what I can now see as needed effort into bettering the only thing I had gotten from all this. Well I was wrong. What if I got attacked by someone with extremely powerful meta powers and get completely dominated because I didn't have a better understanding of my powers?
Reading a comic, watching a DC cartoon or film doesn't quite paint the real picture as witnessing the display of powers live. Superheroes are overpowered and watching Kid Flash take down that meta had me thinking that the only shackles limiting superheroes was the plot. That's right, the plot. Watching him battle that criminal changed my perspective about things.
I will be training harder than ever to see the limits of my abilities with every chance I have so I can gain better control of my powers. I need to learn how to control the kinetic forces around me. The first thing I needed to learn was how to protect myself, a good defense is better than an impulsive attack.
The force of attraction when reversed turns into a force of repulsion. Meaning I could use the kinetic energy of an incoming vector object against itself which might get it to deflect on impact.
It was basic physics but putting it to practice was a whole different thing, I needed to create an aversion barrier which would deflect harmful vector objects from a small regional area around me.
In order to practice and simulate an attack, I needed a machine which could launch a small object directly towards me and with precision. So I went online in search of one, the suitable one I could get at that moment was a tennis ball launcher.
I placed a tennis ball launcher in front of me with a timer set in, once it fired every five seconds I tried creating a deflective field around me which would negate the incoming harm.
At first it was just me stopping the balls with my telekinesis, but I needed to stop using it and let the balls come in direct contact with my abdomen. I have to admit it was painful as hell getting hit by tennis balls at high speed, but I needed the pain to help me envision a protective barrier to stop any vector object that might cause me harm.
Humans have a tendency to evolve due to constant pain or strife, in order to survive we have to adapt. The advantages of pain are that action could be taken when damage occurs, consequent learning allows the minimizing of future damage and where the pain is chronic, behavior psychology could be changed to ameliorate adverse effects.
With enough consequent incoming pain, my powers could kick in subconsciously and create a protective barrier against the incoming source of pain, then negate it.
After resting for a few minutes, I continued my training. With my energy and focus replenished, I got back at it but this time turning the dill and taking up a notch.
The first ball felt like it cracked a rib or damaged an internal organ, the second one took a direct shot to my chest as I fell on my knees. That shot made me cough out most of the air I had in my lungs, in less than four seconds the next one would be coming and it would be a precise shot to my face.
'FUCK!'
The sound of the pressured ball that was released that moment filled my air and echoed in my head. That moment I attempted using my telekinesis to stop the ball but closed my eyes due to shock, there was no impact for I did not feel the expected pain.
Seconds passed by and my eyes were still sealed, I opened one eye before opening the other one. Another ball was launched directly at my face and it got deflected against what seemed to be an air wall, but it had ripples, like when an object is dropped into a mass liquid.
This action continued as I knelt on the floor, bewildered by the flabbergasting result of my painful training, the tennis balls hitting the translucent force field and bouncing off it with my face at the other side. Via each collision I became aware of the circular radius surrounding me and with yours truly in the middle.
Turning my back on it and the barrier still protected me against the tennis balls. I switched off the machine and thought to myself to generate the barrier both at will and subconsciously.
I stood in the middle as the parade of tennis balls began, subconsciously I created the deflective field around me and not a single ball made it through that radius.
This way I could become invulnerable to bullets but it's still too weak to stop one, and there's still that question about dealing with speedsters.
I recently got involved with a criminal and what would I do if I get busted by the Flash. After seeing the way Kid Flash fought, I needed to find a way to fight against speedsters and come out of it victorious, hypothetically.
One thing I could think of was that the cells of speedsters are in constant motion generating kinetic energy and increasing the bio electricity present between them. If I could cancel out that kinetic energy, then I have an upper hand against them but I'm still not strong enough to cancel the momentum of atoms.
I needed to learn how to neutralize kinetic energy, how to stop speedsters on their tracks and make their cells function like normal humans and they would be unable to draw power from their power source, the speed force.
Without it they wouldn't have their speed. Everyone knows the speed force was basically the force which acted like a super-steroids for speedsters. This would stop the cells from generating enough kinetic energy and temporarily disconnect them from the speed force.
While I sat on a chair deep in thoughts, I brainstormed on how I could utilize my powers to counter a speedster. Suddenly I was pulled out of my thoughts by the ringing of a phone. It was the burner phone Leonard had given to me in case of emergencies and so we would not be in contact with each other physically for unnecessary reasons.
I answered the call and did not utter a word while waiting for the caller which was probably Leonard to state his business.
His calm but familiar voice broke the silence and spoke through the phone after four seconds of waiting. "Hey kid, I've got a job which needs that brain of yours." He paused after that, awaiting my reply.
And with both excitement and exhaustion mixed within my voice, I replied to him saying… "Send me the available details."
Sitting in his study, Tom reviewed the information sent to him by Leonard. The next heist was a 'hit and grab' mission in which precision was crucial. Leonard did not provide detailed information on what was going to be stolen, but he mentioned that it was not a personal job, and more like a contract to steal the goods and deliver them without any questions being asked.
From the looks of the security detail, it seemed like whatever was going to be stolen was either extremely valuable or needed to be kept secret from the public. Tom wondered how Leonard had obtained the private security detail and schedule, but he knew there was no point in asking him as Leonard likely had his ways.
The job involved an inconspicuous truck that would head to Central City in three days. It would be heavily guarded and the experimental project being transported was developed at Ivo Laboratories located in Keystone City. The guards would be on high alert and could be one call away from the police if anything suspicious happened during transport.
Damn!
Tom needed to think of every possible scenario the heist could take. He needed to run simulations and pick the one with the highest rate of success. There was no room for failures or sloppy miscalculations because one mistake could jeopardize the operation.
It was a tough job considering they needed to deal with security, stop the truck, ensure the police would not be contacted and even if they were, it would be too late when they arrived. A perfect exit route was a necessity. That part would be left to Leonard, a criminal mastermind who would already have an escape route and appropriate vehicles for such a heist.
The presence of the Flash and Kid Flash in that city wasn't helping matters because those speedsters could be there in a flash.
'Yeah, pun intended,' Tom soliloquized the thought as he paced from one end to another within his study, stroking his chin as if an imaginary beard was present, which might help him think deeper and result in better insight on the matter at hand.
"Time. Time. Time!" He muttered.
Everything concerning that job depended on the timing of the attack and the amount of time spent on opening the truck without the source being traceable. Also, the time needed to grab the item and then disappear from the scene before the cops or the speedsters showed up also had to be deliberated upon.
On getting to a suitable and reasonable conclusion, he called Leonard on his burner phone.
"That was fast. I wasn't expecting a call from you so soon, at least not till another twenty-four hours," Leonard's deep but ever-calm voice vibrated through the phone.
"Sorry to wreck your expectations, but I have developed a suitable plan with a high success rate and close to zero loopholes, supposing your crew members are capable and act according to plan," Tom replied frankly.
"Nice, a well thought out plan which comes together earlier is easier to digest and perfect than one made in celerity. Also don't worry about the efficiency of my crew, those are men I hand picked myself because of their expertise and productiveness.
Meet me at the old factory located a few blocks away from Carmichael Elementary by morning."
"Okay, I'll be there." Tom hung up the phone and readily freshened up, before heading straight to bed.
…
Tom and Leonard were sitting in a dimly lit room at the far back of the abandoned factory, discussing their plan for the upcoming heist.
Tom explained to Leonard the importance of timing when it came to the response time of the police, something Leonard was well aware of.
"Leonard," Tom said, "You and your crew need to be in and out of that place within 152 seconds upon contact with the truck. Not a second more, you should be on the move before the next."
"That's the average response time for the police in this area. Any longer and we're risking getting caught." Leonard nodded, taking in the information. "But what if something goes wrong and we need more time?" he asked. Tom thought for a moment before responding.
"That's why we need to have a solid escape plan in place, just in case. We can't afford to get caught." Leonard nodded, understanding the gravity of the situation.
"As for the opening of the truck's locks neatly and without a trace, I would recommend getting a laser with high heat intensity for the job." Tom suggested an impeccable solution in order to avoid a messy operation.
"I don't mean to be nosy or skeptical, but how did you get this job anyway?" Tom asked with a curious tone, but no change to his expression as he looked at Leonard, awaiting an answer.
"I don't know the identity of the client, but I got the call from his secretary. I had no need to know who I was doing the job for because that wasn't important, as long as I get paid and enjoy the thrill of the steal. Once the job is done, I will transport the goods to a private hanger, where they will be transported to the client in Metropolis." Leonard answered with an honest but questionable reply.
They continued to discuss the details of the heist, ensuring that every aspect, especially the escape route, was planned to perfection.
"Also Tom, enough with calling me Leonard. I think we're way past formalities. Call me Leo." He said before getting back to the discussion at hand.
…
Captain Cold stood at the front of the room, his icy gaze sweeping over the assembled members of his crew. He was a tall, imposing figure with a distinctive suit that was covered in blue and white accents, each one representing a different element of his powers. His cold gun, an essential tool for his heists, was slung over his shoulder. Although this operation had to be clean and not traceable back to anyone, he knew that a man could never be too cautious or prepared for the unknown.
The crew, all seasoned criminals and experts in their respective fields, were gathered around a large table in the middle of the room. Maps, blueprints, and surveillance photographs were spread out across the surface, each one meticulously examined and studied.
"Listen up, everyone," Captain Cold began, his voice deep and commanding. "We've got a big job coming up, and I need you all to be at the top of your game. We're going to hit a police truck that will be transporting a very valuable project. It's going to be tough, but I know we can pull it off if we work together."
He walked to the table and picked up a blueprint, holding it up for the crew to see. "The truck will be traveling along this route here," he said, pointing to a line on the map. "It's heavily guarded, and the truck itself is a fortress on wheels. But we have the advantage of surprise, and that's where we'll strike."
The crew listened intently as Captain Cold began to detail the plan. He explained how they would use a series of diversionary tactics to draw the guards away from the truck, allowing them to strike at the most opportune moment. He also explained how they would use an easily transportable EMP, which works within a certain range, to disable the vehicle, and how they would move in quickly to take control of the merchandise.
"We'll also have to take out the guards, but I've got that covered," Captain Cold said, a hint of a smile on his face. "We'll take them out with precision and speed. We'll also have our getaway vehicles ready, so we can make a quick escape with the target."
As he spoke, the crew began to nod in agreement. They knew that Captain Cold was one of the most skilled criminals in the business and trusted his judgment and expertise, as well as that of his new consultant with a great deal of expertise.
"This is going to be a risky operation, but the payoff will be huge," Captain Cold concluded. "Are you all with me?"
The crew looked at each other, then nodded and shouted in agreement, ready to follow Captain Cold's lead.
"Good," he said, a cold smile spreading across his face. "Let's get to work."
The crew spent the next few hours going over the details of the plan, discussing different scenarios and potential complications.
Cold assigned specific roles to each crew member who would be involved in the upcoming operation. He carefully selected only a handful of men, as he believed that too many participants would lead to a sloppy and messy execution. However, with just the right number of people, the operation would be swift and efficient, with easier means of disappearing afterward.
They made sure that everyone knew their role and had the equipment they needed. And when the time came, they were ready to strike.