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Friday, May 4, 2012 Kiyikoy, Turkey 2:52 AM (EEST); (12:52 AM BST) Velocity's feet were aching when she and Agent Salazar finally reached his safe house. They had beached the speedboat about an hour after reaching Turkey, meaning they had to walk another hour to reach the safe house. Agent Salazar had explained he was afraid the Organizatsiya might have a way of tracking the boat. He had even told Velocity to leave the jacket they had found on the boat as well, loaning her his instead. The safe house was located in the small town of Kiyikoy, located along Turkey's western Black Sea coast. The tow was rather rustic, with small houses and fishing boats docked along the waterfront. The streets were completely deserted, given the late hour the pair had arrived. The safe house itself was a very small house located near the water towards the eastern end of the town. Velocity was very certain it was smaller than her parent’s garage, and probably her apartment back in Cambridge as well. "Not much to look at." She said out loud, managing a small smile despite how exhausted she was. "I was expecting something more…well, suave for one." "That would rather defeat the purpose would it not?" Agent Salazar replied as he led the way to the front door. "Particularly in a town like Kiyikoy." "Well, wouldn't your unusual comings and goings in a little town like this draw attention as well?" Velocity asked. "Not quite as much as you would think." The Spanish agent replied. "Particularly if one is discrete about such things." He moved along the wall to the right of the door a short ways, coming to a section that was brick. Reaching up, he pressed against a particular brick, causing a panel to slide open reveling a digital key pad on which he entered a pass code. There was a slight clicking sound as the door's locks disengaged and the agent pushed the door open. "It is not much, but will provide us a place to rest and plan our next steps." The room just inside the door was rather small and looked like a combination living room, dining room and kitchen. There was a slight odor of mildew and a layer of dust that appeared to cover everything. There was a small sofa along the right hand wall, a table with three chairs in the middle of the room and small stove and sink along the left hand wall, underneath a pair of windows that looked out at the water. There was a small open doorway on the wall opposite the entrance with a curtain on a rod drawn across it. Agent Salazar closed the door behind them, locking it once more. "Please make yourself comfortable." He stated as he walked over to Velocity. "I don't think you need that anymore." He added, reaching down to gently grasp the energy pistol the speedster was still holding in her hand. Velocity looked down at the weapon a moment, having really forgotten that she even had it. There had been something comforting about having the pistol, even though she rather doubted her ability to hit anything with it if she had needed to. But the Spanish agent was likely right, she did not need it anymore. Letting the weapon go, the yellow clad speedster moved over to the sofa and dropped down onto it. It felt so good to finally be off her feet. Agent Salazar returned the pistol to one of the shoulder holsters he was wearing as he made his wave over to the curtain covering the doorway on the back wall and drew it aside. Beyond was what appeared to be a small bedroom, least as best as Velocity could tell from her angle. "We should both get some rest." Agent Salazar said aloud as he made his way into the other room. "You may of course have the bedroom, I will sleep in the front room." "There may be a few things here that might fit you." He continued as he moved about in the other room. "But I cannot guarantee there are many. We will have to get you some more clothes in the morning." Even through her exhaustion, Velocity understood the implication of the Spanish agent's words. But she decided it might be best to get an explicit confirmation. "Wait…are you saying that I am going to need to be in civilian clothes?" The speedster was not certain how comfortable she was with the idea. Agent Salazar returned to the front room, a small stack of blankets and clothes in his hand. Setting them down on the table in the middle of the room, he took a seat in one of the chairs and looked over at Velocity. "We will need to be keeping a low profile when we need to move about the next few days. That," he indicated her bright yellow costume with its black and white checkered stripes down the side, "is rather quite the opposite. Besides, I would imagine you would rather not wear it for several days straight." The Spanish agent paused a moment, before he continued. "But I imagine your bigger concern is removing your mask. I can appreciate that. While I may see your face, you do not have to tell me your name, and I have little intention of otherwise trying to discern your identity." "As for when we are out in public, I believe we should be able to provide you with some anonymity. While the veil was outlawed by Ataturk back in the 20's, there are still a fair number of Turkish women who wear headscarfs in public. Add some sunglasses and that should be about as effective as your mask." Velocity was quiet for a few moments as she considered Salazar's words. She was still not completely comfortable with the idea, but recognized that it was likely necessary. "Alright." She said at last. "I guess that makes sense." Focusing back on the Spanish agent, she then continued. "So, what is the plan from here? How are you going to try to learn how Spartan and the others plan to sell the plutonium?" "Well, that is part of the reason we need some civilian clothes for you." Agent Salazar began. "I still have some contacts here that might know something, ones that won't tip off Spartan or the others that I am still alive. We will have to go to Istanbul for me to meet with them however." "But we can discuss this more in the morning. For now, we both need some sleep." He then added, as Velocity first noticed the exhaustion that was evident on his face. The yellow clad speedster let out an audible sigh. "That means I need to get up." She stated with a faint smile before she managed to force herself to stand back up from the sofa. "Well, good night then." She said as she started towards the doorway to the small bedroom. "Good night." Agent Salazar answered in return.

The next fight had started in the arena, another two MMA fighters. The crowd was once again focused on the fight, leaving the bookies with less to do for the moment, but they did not seem intent on talking any more about the larger scale operation run by the mob. Down below, Hector had just been about to respond Harry's question on how he might be able to prove himself when Lucy stepped up and joined the discussion. The man listened to her, not taking his eyes off her as she spoke. He then gave a somewhat sardonic smile. "I wish it were that easy mamacita." He replied. "You see, I just pass those that prove themselves along to my contact. I have no idea where the mob operates out of or anything like that." He looked like he was about to say more when one of his nearby bodyguards came over and grabbed his arm. "Hector, just go word from one of the lookouts. Looks like the police are here!"

Velocity could not help but feel a swelling of confidence at Gabriel's words. The only problem was that the creature was still rather high up in the air, and currently engaged with both Gabriel and Tiamat, meaning she could not do too much to help out at the moment. As much as she liked her powers, dealing with flying opponents was often quite difficult. So, the yellow clad speedster began circling around the landed platform, which both Gaian Knight and Fluer were busy shielding on the chance that the creature would turn its attention back to those on the platform. "Not a lot I can do at the moment while the fight is up there." She stated into the team's comm. as she continued to circle, ready to dodge should the creature for some reason choose to target her next.

Well, don't want to hold this up any longer, Velocity is just going to circle around the now landed platform (about about 200' out or so) and hope the fight moves down closer to ground level. Her standard action will be the total defense action, boosting her Defense up to 29 total.

Velocity will use the Total Defense action, boosting her defense up to 28 (after the fatigue is figured in). She is taking a few free actions to Take 20 on notice checks around her on the hope of spotting any incoming attacks.

Velocity was momentarily confused as the "hotel manager" suddenly changed in appearance, talking about no respect for the law and calling Fenris a threat to the time stream. As he briefly took the appearance of a man in a high tech bodysuit before disappearing, the superheroine was realizing that something was very wrong. He seemed to be like the agents the older Harrow had sent to capture her, he even mentioned Harrow, but he did not seem friendly or willing to talk. At this point, she was getting annoyed with the whole situation and the possible futures and this stopwatch and just EVERYTHING. Thankfully Fenris easily took the energy beam that the man shot at him. Tensing up, the speedster began checking every corner of the room as she prepared for additional attackers. "Get Robert out of here." She called out to Fenris. "I will slow these guys down." Until she had a better idea how many they were dealing with, she was going to go on the defensive.

Velocity gets a 54

The Spanish agent seemed undeterred. "As I told you, your powers will return. But, yes, I am saying we need to stay quiet and let everyone believe we are dead, or at least missing. I can try to get a lead on how they plan to sell the plutonium and we will have the element of surprise when we go to secure it from them. I do not want to risk the plutonium being lost because Spartan and the others go to ground for awhile." "I don't want that plutonium to get out there either." Velocity replied. "But…" Once again the UNISON agent cut her off. "Then you are going to have to trust me on this. We have a narrow window of opportunity to still accomplish our mission, but it is only available if we stay 'dead." The older agent glanced over at the young woman for a moment and then added. "If I am not able to get any information on how they plan to sell the plutonium in a couple of days, then we will report back in. Is that acceptable?" "A couple of days?" Velocity repeated quietly. Her head was still a bit fuzzy, and now that the adrenaline from the escape from the docks was wearing off, she was starting to feel cold and very vulnerable. It had been one thing to lie to Robert about being too busy tonight to see him, but to just be gone for a couple of days. She had no idea how she could even try to explain that. As these thoughts were running through her head, the young woman glanced down at her costume. Years before she had ever met Robert, she had set out on the course that had led her to being a member of the Freedom League. She had responsibilities, even as a reserve member. Captain Thunder had asked her to go on this mission because he had faith she would get it done. If that plutonium was to get out there to the wrong people, who put it to use, and she could have stopped that from happening, or worse did not even try to stop it from happening…Velocity was not sure if she could ever forgive herself. She then looked back at Agent Salazar. Velocity had little doubt that he had saved her back there on the docks. She did not even want to think about what might be happening to her right now if he had not been there. The Spanish agent was also counting on her to help him finish the mission, despite the fact they outnumbered two to one by the rogue UNISON superagents, even if her powers did come back. "All right." She replied, her voice still quiet. Agent Salazar gave her a small nod as he focused on steering the speedboat. Sitting back down, Velocity had not even been fully aware that she had stood up after Salazar stated his plan, the young woman looked back behind over the dark water towards the retreating lights of Varna. "Do you think they are following us?" She asked. "I do not believe so." The Spanish agent replied. Well, that's a relief at least Velocity thought. "So where are we going to go?" She then asked out loud. "We are not far from Turkey." The experienced agent replied. "I still have a small safe house not far from the Turkish/Bulgarian boarder. We can hole up there for the night and then plan out our next steps in the morning." Velocity had a slight feeling of hesitation about the idea of spending the night in some isolated location with Agent Salazar, but then quickly realized that was foolish. "Well, you're the expert at this." She stated, as she wrapped her arms around herself to try to help against the old breeze that blew out over the water. Agent Salazar saw her shivering and reached over to pick up an olive jacket that was lying on the seat on the other side of him. "Not a very insulated costume is it?" He asked as held out the jacket to Velocity. "Well, normally I would be running around at supersonic speeds, or faster. Tends to help keep me warm most of the time." Velocity replied with a small smile as she took the offered coat and put it over her shoulders. It smelled of motor oil and gasoline, but it was certainly warmer. The speedboat continued to bounce atop the surface of the Black Sea as they continued heading south towards Turkey.

Velocity glanced over at the hotel manager with a faint sigh of annoyance. "I am Velocity from the Freedom League." She said to the man. "He is only unconscious, and as Fenris stated, has been under the influence of this artifact. This watch is the focal point of a temporal incursion that we are dealing with." Focusing back on the armored hero as he placed the Stopwatch into a sample bag. "No need to apologize, there was likely little to give any hint that there was anything dangerous about the watch until it started influencing Robert." She then gave a small nod of agreement. "Yeah, I will contact the League, so we can make sure Robert is free of the watch's influence." The yellow clad speedster took out her League communicator as she prepared to contact the Lighthouse.

I will to see if KD is going edit his post before posting myself.

Wow, close, but not quite. 18

Velocity gave an inward sigh as Fenris mentioned taking a little while to get to the room. But, she was not exactly unaccustomed to working with other heroes that were slower than her, so she was not really bothered by the fact. What was concerning the yellow clad speedster was that there seemed to be no sign of any of the agents the older Robert had mentioned would be there. When Fenris arrived, she could not help but smile slight at he asked her to open the door. In the blink of an eye, the speedster was at the door and opened it. "Sorry, sort of forgot about that, as it didn't slow me down." She said with a smile. Stepping aside, the let the armored hero enter the room. "Well, there he is." She said with a hint of sadness in her voice. "I…I probably shouldn't touch the watch if at all possible, so you should probably secure it. Hopefully if he is separated from it, Robert will return to normal."

Velocity froze as the crates crashed to the ground. Agent Salazar looked back at her with a frown on his face. Then, from somewhere nearby, there were more shouts in Russian. "Run!" Agent Salazar said in a low hiss, as he turned and started off at a sprint. Running was something that was normally as easy as breathing for Velocity. But without her powers, it felt as if she was trying to move through some sort of thick mud or the like. The sound of the approaching voices, however, helped to spur her forward, as she struggled to keep up with Salazar. Thankfully the speedboat was not far away, though the young woman was still struggling to keep pace with the UNISON agent, who was already aboard and beginning to untie the lines. Not wasting any time, Velocity jumped aboard, the boat rocking violently from the sudden addition of her weight. The motion sent Velocity tumbling to the deck. "Ow." She muttered, the fall stinging slightly as Salazar made his way past her, having remained on his feet. "Stay down." He said in a loud whisper as he sat at the boat's controls, turning the ignition and bringing the boat’s engines to life with a muffled roar. That sound increased as Agent Salazar put the boat into gear and it started forward as the power to the twin motors increased the speed of the boat's propellers. He quickly shifted into higher gear, as the boat began to pick up speed, bouncing across the tops of the waves as Velocity pushed herself into a sitting position. Just then there was the sound of automatic weapons fire from behind them and boat began weaving sharply from side to side as Agent Salazar executed evasive maneuvers to make them a harder target. Velocity had to grab the armrest of a chair to keep herself from falling once again, as the sound of some bullets impacting along the boat could be heard over the sound of the engines, causing her to duck back down low. Though she had been shot at more times than she could count, for some reason, this time felt more terrifying than any of those others, save perhaps the first few. After a few moments, the gunfire ceased, and Agent Salazar straightened out their course once again. Breathing a sigh of relief, Velocity stood fully up and moved to take a seat near the Spanish agent. "We need to call for backup." She said, reaching into her belt to take out her Freedom League communicator. [colo=red]"No!" Agent Salazar replied unexpectedly, grabbing the communicator out of Velocity's hands. "Hey!" She yelled back. "What are you crazy? The plutonium has been taken by four rogue superagents, I don't have my powers at the moment, and we were almost just killed! We need to call for backup!" "I am fully aware of our situation. But stop and think a moment." Agent of Salazar replied. "Right now, the only people that know what happened back there, namely that Spartan and the others have gone rogue and taken the plutonium, are ourselves, the members of the Arsenal, the Organizatsiya members, and, of course, Spartan and the others. Most likely, Spartan and the others believe we are in the hands of the Organizatsiya, meaning we are not likely to live very long." "As neither the Arsenal or the Organizatsiya are likely to be talking, it may be some time before UNISON or the Freedom League figure out what happened. That means Spartan and the others believe they have a small window in which they can try to sell the plutonium themselves. But if we call in now, they may get word of that and know we are alive, and thus the knowledge of their treachery is out as well. If that happens, they will likely go underground for a time and wait to try to sell the plutonium. In such an event, there is a very good chance we will lose any opportunity at taking a second shot at securing the plutonium." Velocity looked at the older man in a stunned silence for a moment. "What? Are you saying we go after them? There are four of them, and I don't have my powers!"

TT, want to confirm a couple of things: 1) What altitude is the Simurgh at? KD said above the Gabe was going to go to 150 feet, so is that where they all are? 2) Is the Simurgh considered to be in melee with Gabe and/or Tiamat? (ie will there be a penalty for trying to make a ranged attack into melee?) Thanks

Hector took the offered cigar, allowing Harry to light it for him. He gave the undercover private investigator a small smile. "Well, for most this arena is as good as it gets. They can win some money, particularly if they are willing to places bets as well, but they either don’t have the skill to move on, or get injured." He stated. "This is just the stepping stone for bigger opportunities." He then paused, regarding Harry with a cool look. "But I can't just send anyone on to the next stage. Besides having to prove they have what it takes, and your boy might, I need to have some assurance you are not more than you seem."

Yeah, a 22 is a miss.

Some time later… For Velocity, the first sign she was regaining consciousness was the sounds of someone speaking a language she did not understand. When her eyes snapped open, her head began to swim as she was bombarded by the rapid visual inputs from her goggles three hundred and sixty degree view. Normally the speedster was able to process all the additional visual input with ease, but right now, she found she could not handle it all. The dull ache she seemed to feel everywhere and the feeling as if her arms and legs were made of lead brought back memories of Powerplay doing…something to her, and then Spartan knocking her unconscious. But all of that was quickly pushed to the back of her mind as Velocity managed to focus on a man that was standing over her. He was dressed in civilian clothes and was speaking in what sounded like Russian, with a Bizon sub-machinegun slung over one shoulder. As he pulled her upright, the yellow clad young woman swung her right hand at the man. The punch moved far too slowly, but still managed to catch the man by surprise, hitting him on the side of the jaw. But the man barely seemed to register the punch, as his left hand came up to quickly grab Velocity's wrist, his other hand releasing her upper arm and grabbing her other wrist. Gripping tightly, the man then pushed her back down on the packing crates she had been lying on. There was a jolt of pain, and black spots flashed before her eyes as her head continued to spin, but Velocity was still able to catch a look in the man's face that she did not like at all. A feeling of desperation coming over her, Velocity tucked both her legs up towards her chest before kicking her feet at the man's face as hard as she could manage. The kick succeeded in causing the man to stumble back a few steps, releasing his grip on her wrists. But he otherwise seemed unhurt, as he quickly focused back on the yellow clad speedster. The man took a step back towards Velocity, one hand coming up as if he was preparing to slap her, when someone suddenly appeared behind him. The new figure hit the Organizatsiya member in the back of the head with the grip of a pistol, the blow causing the man to collapse forward onto the ground unconscious. Somehow Velocity was able to focus on the face of Agent Salazar, who was now standing over her. "Are you alright?" The Spanish agent asked, holding out a hand to the young woman. The agent had a bruise on the side of his face, but otherwise appeared unhurt. Taking the offered hand, Velocity allowed Salazar to pull her to her feet as she used her free hand to lift her goggles up off her eyes. Removing the constant stream of three hundred and sixty degree visual input certainly helped relieve some of the dizziness the young woman had been feeling, but she still felt as if her entire body was made of lead. "I think so." Velocity replied, her tone and vocal speed normal as well. "But…I can't move like normal." Agent Salazar nodded his head, a serious expression on his face. “Powerplay must have suppressed your powers. They will return, but we cannot count on that happening in time to help us get out of the danger we are currently in.†Velocity gave the older man a confused look. "Powerplay suppressed my powers? Why? What is going on?" Agent Salazar pulled Velocity off to one side and into the shadows behind some stacked crates. "We have been betrayed." The Spaniard replied in a low voice. "Spartan and the others have taken the plutonium and left us unconscious for the Organizatsiya reinforcements that have arrived." "But why…" Velocity began before Salazar held up a hand to cut her off. "We do not have time for this right now." The agent stated. Reaching under his jacket, Salazar pulled out a small energy pistol which he held out to Velocity, grip first. "Take this, in case you need it." Velocity looked at the offered weapon for a moment, not sure about taking it. But the moment was brief, even at normal speed, and the young woman took the pistol somewhat tentatively. From somewhere else on the dock, she could hear people shouting in Russian. "We need to try for the speedboat." Agent Salazar stated, as he began moving along behind the stacks of crates. The yellow clad speedster followed after the Spanish agent, but while she was not ungraceful without her powers, she was still somewhat disoriented by their loss and having been knocked unconscious. She had only moved a short distance when she bumped into a stack of crates, which toppled over with a loud crash.

Giang watched silently as Bloody Mess started piecing together what she had told him. Either he was a very good actor, or he truly was a bit slow and had been duped into looking for her by some of her father's agents. But just as understanding seemed to dawn on Mess, another voice called out over the dark rooftop, causing Giang to shift slightly into a defensive stance as she looked in the direction of the voice. The man that appeared from the fire escape did not look like a serious threat, he was panting rather heavily after the climb. But Giang knew very well that looks could be deceiving. When he began speaking, the Asian teen concluded that he was the partner that Bloody Mess had been mentioning. She relaxed her stance a little, but had a cool look on her face as she responded. "I just finished telling you partner that I have no intention of going anywhere with the two of you, least of all back to my father." She stated plainly.

The pair weaved in and out of stacks of cargo containers as they raced around the southern section of the docks. Blur was constantly glancing back over his shoulder as he tried to shake Velocity's pursuit. The yellow clad speedster sent another volley of steel ball bearings at him, but Blur managed to dodge aside. The supermerc turned back slightly, extending a hand back towards Velocity and vibrating his body to send another shockwave at her. The superheroine managed to twist just enough so the shockwave only clipped her, not even causing her to break her stride as she continued in pursuit. A clearly annoyed look crossed Blur's face as he turned sharply to one side and once again started up the sides of a stack of cargo containers. This time, Velocity had an idea on how to try and stop him. Continuing straight ahead, the yellow clad speedster suddenly accelerated, causing a loud *CRACK* as her body broke the sound barrier at just the right angle. *BOOM* A massive sonic boom sounded behind her as she continued on, sending a shockwave in all directions. The shockwave slammed into the cargo containers at the bottom of the stack Blur was racing up, hitting them with enough force to crumple in their sides. Just as Blur reached the top of the stack, he found his footing shifting and giving way beneath him as the upper containers began tumbling down now that their base had given way. The supermerc reacted quickly, leaping off the container he was one, and rebounding off the one below it. Making a series of leaps and hops off the tumbling cargo containers, Blur was soon back on the ground, rushing away as the containers landed on the ground behind him with a tremendous amount of noise. The Arsenal speedster spotted Velocity coming right towards him, having looped back around after triggering the sonic boom. The black clad mercenary continued directly towards the superheroine, his right hand shooting out as they closed with a loud *CRACK*. But Velocity was ready for Blur's attack, ducking under the punch and then bringing her own fist upward at supersonic speeds with another loud *CRACK* *WHAM* Velocity's fist connected with the underside of Blur's jaw, the impact of the blow snapping his head back as he was lifted off his feet and sent flying backwards. The supermerc slammed into a cargo container some fifty feet away, before falling to the ground where he collapsed into a heap. Velocity skidded to a halt, tensing slightly for a possible counterattack. But after a few moments, the speedster was satisfied that her opponent was indeed down. In a flash of yellow, she was moving once more, zipping back towards the location where the exchange had taken place to see what was developing there. The speedster arrived at the dockside a few moments later, finding that things there seemed to be over. All the Organizatsiya members that she could see were unconscious, as was Kilowatt. Powerplay and Spartan were near dockside SUV, both seeming to be alright. "Blur's down. What’s the situation with the plutonium?" Velocity said as she skidded to a halt near the two superagents. "Clansman, Flechette, have you secured the plutonium?" Spartan asked over the team's comm. "Oui, we have it." Came Flechette's response. Velocity gave a small sigh of relief, smiling at the two UNISON superagents. "So what do we have left to do?" "I believe we just have to wrap things up." Powerplay stated as he stepped next to Velocity, placing one hand on her shoulder. "Good job." Just as the Austrian superagent's hand touched her, Velocity felt a strange jolt through her entire body. The young speedster suddenly felt sluggish, as if her body were made of lead. At the same time, she suddenly found her head spinning as the constant stream of visual input from her goggles three hundred and sixty degree vision became too much for her to process. But even through all that, she saw Spartan raise his energy pistol as Powerplay stepped back away from her. She knew she needed to try to move away to dodge what looked like an attack, but even as she had that thought, the blast from Spartan's pistol slammed into her chest, sending her flying backward into a stack of empty packing crates. Several where knocked aside, as Velocity landed on top of some of the crates. Others stacked nearby came tumbling down on top of her, as everything went black.

As Bloody Mess managed to put his first opponent down after a number of solid hits, there were some cheers from the crowd, but it appeared that more of those watching had placed their money on the larger man, and were not happy about his loosing. Mess made his way out of the ring as some people came in to help the defeated boxer back out as well, and the next pair of fighters made their way out. Up near where Crimson Tiger had now moved, people were swarming over to the bookies to place bets for the next fight, so the two men had not time for further ideal conversation at the moment. Down underneath the platforms occupied by the spectators, Hector looked over at Harry as the rumpled private investigator lauded Freddy's fighting skills. "Well, he won his first match, but he could have just gotten lucky." The Latino man stated with a bit of smirk. "Still, if you're really keen to prove he's got what it takes, I think I can fit him into one of the later fights tonight."

Velocity grinned as Siphon mentioned her superspeed being interesting to use and talked about his prior experience with a similar power. "Well, what can I say, like Rhianna once sang, 'I'm a fine-tuned supersonic speed machine." She paused a very brief moment, realizing that sounded awfully flirty. "But, seriously, it is kind of good to hear you have not felt anything odd about using my power unlike your last experience. If you did, then I might start to worry that there was something dangerous to myself about my powers." When the other hero mentioned being glad he had been able to help out thanks to copying her power to make the fight more even, the speedster sort of shrugged slightly with a smile. "Well, I appreciate the concern, but truthfully, I was dealing with groups of guys like this when I was still a teenager. It was mainly their metahuman leader that was the threat." She gestured to the unconscious leader. "But as I said before, the longer this went on, the more chance some bystander could get hurt, and I am glad you were here to help either way." Then Siphon offered to buy her a cup of coffee to make up for any after effects of his powers on her. The offer caused the yellow clad speedster to pause briefly, as a number of thoughts ran through her head. It had been rather fun to have someone along that had been able to keep up with her. The fact that Siphon seemed rather cute and was certainly muscular did not hurt either. Of course, the moment she had those thoughts, she felt guilty as she remembered the wonderful time she had had with Kyle over the weekend. But it is only coffee. She reminded herself. No harm in that, right? Of course, like many things, all these thoughts took place in a mere fraction of a second. So to Siphon, there seemed almost no pause before Velocity gave a warm smile and replied, "well, I don't think I am feeling any lingering effects, but sure, some coffee or tea would be great. Let's just wait for the police to arrive so we can be sure they get all these guys in custody first."

Velocity could see that Flechette had incapacitated the two Organizatsiya that had been shooting at her with some sort of quick energy bursts that she threw like knives. The Frenchwoman was now closing with Bola and the Organizatsiya member holding the plutonium, who was still running towards the cargo container maze. The other UNISON superagents all seemed to be doing well enough against their respective opponents for the moment. With the plutonium turned away from the speedboat, Velocity determined she could focus back on dealing with Blur. In a flash of yellow, the speedster was off, following in pursuit of the Arsenal speedster, who had a short lead on her. The two sped away from the meeting place, weaving among the warehouses and stacks of cargo containers at the southern end of the dockyards. As Blur turned sharply to run among some cargo containers, Velocity saw a chance to try to cut him off and turned at an angle in the same general direction. Her maneuver allowed her to intercept the other speedster as he ran down an alleyway among rows of cargo containers. *CRACK* her left fist shot out at supersonic speeds, aimed at the side of Blur's jaw. But the other speedster was able to veer away just in time as Velocity's fist connected with nothing but air. The yellow clad speedster managed to fall into step parallel to Blur as they continued to race among the cargo containers. Blur then swerved back towards the female speedster, his right hand coming up for another attack. Seeing his approach, Velocity slowed down just slightly, causing the other speedster to pass in front of her as his fist shot out with another *CRACK*. This was followed immediately by a loud *CLANG* as his attack hit the side of one of the cargo containers, denting the metal inward. Velocity's hand shot out in a blur of motion, launching another volley of ball bearings. This time the yellow clad speedster connected with three of the hypervelocity projectiles, which hit squarely into Blur's back. The other speedster contorted slightly in pain from the impacts, but did not break his stride. Instead, he continued on straight ahead, running up the sides of one of the stacks of cargo containers before disappearing over the top. Scowling slightly, the yellow clad speedster turned to her left, as she moved to circle around the stack of containers. Just as she rounded a corner, she spotted Blur rushing right at her. This time, the mercenary speedster did not try to punch her, but brought both arms up to ram her. Velocity began to try to twist out of the way, but Blur managed to clip her right side, sending her spinning through the air as she was knocked off her feet. Despite the pain she felt from the impact, Velocity was able to quickly pull her knees up towards her chest and execute a tight backwards flip, allowing her to land on her feet. She skidded backward about five feet, maintaining her footing, as she watched Blur speeding away from her. The yellow clad speedster was only still for a fraction of a second before she was off once more in pursuit of the other speedster. While she was focused on her fight with Blur, Velocity could hear some of what was going on back at the exchange site over the team’s comm. "Widowmaker and Bola have the plutonium!" Came Flechette's slightly concerned statement. "Clansman, are you able to assist in pursuing them?" Spartan asked in a slightly strained voice. "Widowmaker just managed to catch me off guard, but I am fine." Came the Scottish superagent's response. But Velocity had little time to contemplate whether she should go back to help, as Blur once again ran up the side of a cargo container, this time reversing direction to come right back at her. This time, the yellow clad speedster was ready. *CRACK* Her right hand shot out at supersonic speed right as Blur closed with her. *WHAM* The punch connected solidly with the left side of the supermerc's jaw, knocking him off his feet and sending him flying a short distance to slam into the side of a cargo container. Velocity reversed her course to loop back towards the supermerc, but Blur recovered quickly, getting back to his feet in an instant. Turning towards the superheroine, the black clad speedster brought both arms up in front of him as his body began to vibrate at incredible speeds. A shockwave of vibrations emanated from his outstretched hands, arching trough the air at Velocity. The yellow clad speedster was just able to dodge the shockwave, which continued on a short distance before caving in the side of a cargo container behind her. Having missed his target with the attack, Blur was off once more, with Velocity in close pursuit.

It only took Velocity a couple of seconds to reach the location of the exchange. Her speed and the all-around vision provided by her goggles allowed the speedster to rapidly take in the situation. The SUV that had been parked facing to the west, and that Spartan had landed on, was now lying upside down about sixty or so feet further to the west. Spartan had apparently been throw with it, as he was not fighting the Arsenal supermerc called Kilowatt, also dressed in black similar to Blur, by the wreckage of the vehicle. Bright arcs of electricity flashed around the supermerc as he shot a bolt of electricity at Spartan, who just barely managed to dodge the attack. Several of the Organizatsiya had apparently moved west to engage Flechette, and were now sprawled unconscious along the ground next to the warehouse. The Frenchwoman had moved closer to the exchange point, leaping up onto a cargo container as two other of the Organizatsiya members were firing bursts from their sub-machineguns at her. But the agile UNISON superagent was easily able to evade their fire. Clansman had also arrived, and was currently facing off with another of the Arsenal mercs, the tall, blond haired one known as Widowmaker, the mercenary group's strong man. Considering where the two powerhouses were currently slugging it out, namely the space once occupied by the SUV Spartan had landed on, it seemed likely that Widowmaker had been the one who had tossed the vehicle away. Up towards the huge crane to the north, Velocity could see Powerplay, surrounded by a glowing purple energy, and the Arsenal member known as Barrage, who was surrounded by green glowing energy, locked in what appeared to be a telekinetic battle. The Austrian UNISON superagent seemed to be holding his own, despite the fact that he appeared to be ground bound, while his opponent was airborne. The two of the Organizatsiya that had been on that section of the perimeter were on the ground unconscious near the van the Arsenal members had arrived in. Two Organizatsiya members armed with AKMs were standing on the docks near where the speedboat was tied up, their weapons at their shoulders as the scanned for clear targets. Another three of the Organizatsiya, one of whom was still holding the cylindrical container, were still gathered in the space between the dockside SUV and the van. Along with them was the female member of the Arsenal. Like the others se was dressed in a black bodysuit and body armor. She was holding a small axe in one hand, and had several pouches on her belt and a bandolier she wore over one shoulder. In the few fractions of a second it took Velocity to note all of this, she decided the best course of action would be to get between the man holding the plutonium and the speedboat. The yellow clad speedster zipped over by the two men armed with AKMs. *CRACK* Her fist launched towards the first, hitting him squarely and knocking him into a stack of crates near the edge of the docks. *CRACK* She quickly followed up with another supersonic punch into the other man, knowing him to the ground as well. Just as both men were crashing unconscious to the ground, Velocity skidded to a halt facing the other three Organizatsiya and Bola. "Oh no you don't!" She stated with a small grin, while preparing for their inevitable attacks. The three Organizatsiya came to a halt, surprise evident on their faces. Two of the brought up pistols, firing shots at the speedster, but Velocity was easily able to dodge the slow moving bullets. The third, the one carrying the plutonium, turned away and started running towards the cargo container maze, though how he thought he had any prayer of outrunning the speedster was unclear. But before Velocity was able to close and knock him out, she caught movement in the darkness as Bola threw something at her. The projectile twirled through the air, proving to be the weapon that was the mercenary's namesake. Her aim proved far better than the two Organizatsiya gunmen, as the cord between the weighted ends connected with Velocity's front leg. But even as the primitive weapon started to wrap around her legs, the speedster’s superhuman reflexes kicked in. Twisting quickly to one side, Velocity managed to escape being entangled by the bola, which flew harmlessly out into the water of the harbor. Velocity finished her turn facing Bola once more, but before she could act further, she spotted Blur emerging from the maze of cargo containers and start directly towards her. The yellow clad speedster was just able to dodge aside as he reached her, an audible *CRACK* echoed over the water from his supersonic punch, and he continued onward down the side of the docks.

Velocity looked down at Robert's unconscious form, a look of sadness on her face. "I wish it had not come to this Robert." She said out loud, more for her own benefit than with any expectation that her former lover would hear her. At least I was able to stop him without hurting him. I think. The young woman thought. Looking at the stopwatch that appeared to be the key to all of these, she was somewhat hesitant about touching it, afraid that might allow it to somehow capture a sample of her DNA. Just then Fenris' voice came over the communicator he had given her back in Sweden. "Yes, we are still here. I have managed to subdue Robert. We are up in room 17." The speedster replied.

Velocity was just entering the docks as she heard Flechette over the comm. "Two Organizatsiya down. Blur is moving." "On my way to intercept." The young speedster replied as she accelerated towards the northeast corner of the warehouse near the cargo container maze. Turning a corner, Velocity spotted Flechette down on the ground near the corner of the warehouse, on which she had been hiding along with Spartan. The two Organizatsiya members that had taken perimeter positions near the corner were lying unconscious on the ground. Blur was moving fast from where the exchange had taken place towards the Frenchwoman. But Velocity was fast enough to move between the other speedster and Flechette, her sudden appearance causing Blur to turn away as he ran into the maze of cargo containers. The yellow clad speedster did not stop either, following closely behind Blur into the maze. Just as she passed into the maze of containers, Velocity saw Spartan land on top of the SUV parked alongside of the warehouse, the rooftop caving in slightly under his weight. The cyborg UNISON agent had his energy pistol in hand, blasting one of the Organizatsiya members that had been standing next to the SUV. "Merci Velocity." Came Flechette's voice over the comm. as gunshots began to ring out around the docks. "No problem. That is what I am here for." Velocity replied. However, Blur proved to be just as fast as Velocity, preventing the yellow clad speedster from being able to close with him. Now that she was closer, Velocity could see he was dressed in what appeared to be black bodysuit and light armor. With a quick motion, the young speedster withdrew several steel ball bearings from one of the pouches on her belt and sent them flying at Blur at hypersonic speeds. But the other speedster had just glanced over his shoulder, and dodged to one side, causing the metal projectiles to pass harmlessly by before they ricocheted off one of the cargo containers with several loud *CLANGS*. Back outside the maze of containers, there came a loud crunching noise that sounded like a car crashing into something. The sound was followed quickly by Flechette's alarmed voice, "Spartan!" "Do not worry about me." Came the cyborg's response. "Remain focused on securing the target." Despite his reassurances, there was a slight hint of pain in his voice. Gunshots continued to echo from the docks as Velocity continued her pursuit of the other speedster. Suddenly, Blur ran up the onto the side of a cargo container and reversed course so he was speeding back towards the yellow clad Velocity. In the fractions of a second while the pair closed with each other, Blur’s fist shot out with a *CRACK* as it broke the sound barrier. But the yellow clad speedster easily saw the punch coming and ducked underneath as Blur continued on past. Thanks to her goggles, Velocity could see the supermerc's location behind her as she drew out another handful of ball bearings and turned slightly to send them flying back behind her. This time she managed to clip Blur with one of the hypervelocity projectiles, causing him to let out a slight grunt of pain before he turned off down a side passage and out of sight. Velocity continued on her path before turning down another alleyway heading in the same direction, hoping to be able to intercept Blur somewhere ahead. The voices of the others continued to sound over the shared comm. "Powerplay, move to secure the plutonium!" Stated Agent Salazar. "Keep it off that speedboat!" "I am trying!" Came Powerplay's somewhat annoyed response. "I have to deal with the gunmen shooting at me first." Velocity came to another intersection among the columns of cargo containers when Blur suddenly appeared to her right. Another *CRACK* echoed in the space between the containers as he once again launched a supersonic punch at the yellow clad speedster. But Velocity had spotted the other speedster in time to once again avoid the attack. While she was in position to try to counterattack, the young woman was a bit concerned about what seemed to be happening back near where the meeting had taken place. There seemed to be a chance the plutonium would be taken back aboard the speedboat and back into the harbor, where it would be harder to secure. So, instead of keeping her pursuit of the other speedster, she instead turned away and sped back towards the dockside where the exchange had taken place.