Marvellous

The Last Crusader

Looking a himself in the mirror, the knocking was relentless. He used his X-ray to see who it was trying to get in, looked like a manager and some rent-a-cops.
"Ocupado..." He said.
"Unlock the door, we need to see who's in there!"
"No hablar Inglés..." He replied.
The Door was unlocked and bodies piled in, to find that there was no one else in the room.
"Where is he? I saw him come in here..." One of the Rent-A-Cops said.
Through the meat section, a figure emerged from the wall, vibrating at such a frequency that allows him to pass through solid matter as though it was water, though this often give him a slight headache, so doing it in extreme circumstances is not unreasonable.
Walking out was easy, but the problem was that he was stopped just moments after leaving the building. Just a few paces, and a big meaty hand clapped on his shoulders and suddenly a deep baritone was behind him.
"Captain Jones?"
"Who's asking?" He replied.
"The Meta Task Force Agency, I'm going to have to ask you to come with me."
"And if I don't?"
"Give me a reason, tough guy..."
"I'm busy..."
The shockwave could be felt for blocks, it like a bomb had exploded and car alarms went off. The MTF Agent was picking himself up from the piles and piles of vehicles he was just knocked into, and his assailant, gone.
"You can run, but you'll never hide."

07:03h
The East Side

Neon Jet was taken care of, but the guild won't let her death go, they'll know who or even what killed her and send waves of their own soldiers after him.
The next one was Maw, there was no redemption for that one, not after the Fall of the Crusaders...

Dealing with rent-a-cops and meta-cops was easy, however, he was curious about who the Hell even called the cops on him, and how the Hell they even knew where he was?
He knew how much power to exert to not cause too much destruction and remained undetected, and with his speed, he could be anywhere in the blink. He sprinted down East O towards the mall. He's there in no time at all.
The parking lot of the former SEARS had plenty of room to go all out and just fight until there's nothing left, but that's not why he's here. A new store had opened up and it had a very good device on display that could detect signal waves, making a beeline to it through the solid floors, he walked right passed it to the clothing store in next suite. Shaking his head to stop the residual effects of vibration.
He grabbed a different colored hoodie, and expensive looking jeans that should fit, and a relatively innocuous ball cap, then changed his clothes. Removing the security tags and leaving the approximate change next to the register, and afterwards phased through the roof. He was rubbing his temples as he was vibrating himself too much too quickly, and it was rattling him inside his skull. Even though he was incredibly durable, he still had limitations.
He leapt from the building to the other side of the street, assured that no one saw him, he strolled along the way until he was at the Village Inn.
A decent establishment, friendly atmosphere, and they only ask about what you want to be served rather than being an inconvenience. Entering the warm atmosphere, it smelled like breakfast was on the menu.
"Hello, welcome to Village Inn, would you like a table or a booth?" Asked the mediocre looking receptionist.
"table, please..."
"Would you like to start with coffee? It's fresh."
"Please..."
"As we have just opened literally a few seconds ago, it'll be a minute for the grills and ovens to heat up, but I can still take your order down, and while you wait, I can get you a paper."
"That would be great, my usual is the Lumber Mill."
"Okay... I'm not sure we have that."
"It's Eggs Benedict with hash, sausage and bacon, tall stack of pancakes, minced and scalloped potatoes with ham chunks, and a beef and cheese omelet with onions and red, yellow and green peppers. If you have any actual hot sauce, I would appreciate it."
She wrote as quick as she could, and reread her writing.
"That's a big order, sir, I hope you understand that we don't tolerate Dine & Dashers."
"Don't worry miss, I don't tolerate Dine & Dashers either."
Sceptical, she pocketed her pad and went to the kitchen to see how everything was going.
He again used his X-ray to scan the area, only the early morning staff, a few patrons starting their own day, and...and a suspiciously large black car with six people pulling up, and a trunk full of trouble, one he's familiar with. It just so happens to be the window he's beside they pull up to.
"Here's your coffee sir and a paper, your order will take a bit of time."
"I'm not going anywhere. Thank you."
She smiled and went back to her station. Unfolding the paper, he looked at the headline.