Controlling The Power

Chapter 2: Dash

Dash's POV:

I knocked on Liz's door, then stood, placing my weight on one foot and crossed my arms, waiting for her to open the door. She opened it a second later, a smile spread across her face.

"Why hello Dash," she said, a hint of surprise in her voice. "Come to visit me?"

"Not this time." I reply. "I stopped by to let you know some things. The man we were interrogating, we searched his quarters and found a note. He hid it well, but as you know we are masters of trickery as well, so we found it. It was slid behind an air vent. On it was written coordinates, a date, a time, to a place I'm guessing he's supposed to meet someone. That date was today, so I'm going to go and crash this little meeting, because you know, our man isn't going to see them anytime soon." A malicious smile flashed across my face then returned to its normal, serious and alert look.

"Thanks for letting me know." Liz said, then smirked. "Have fun."

"You know I will." I said, eyes gleaming.

I turned away, heading down the hall. I passed by many other agents, which nodded to me respectfully. It was proper, since I am a much higher rank than they are. Highest up was the boss of course, but then myself, Liz, and Micah, were right below his command. We were referred to as super agents because of our unique abilities. When we were only babies, we had been donated by our parents for a sum of money, and had been experimented on. I don't know the details of the experiments, or why they aren't being run now, but the results of our powers is proof enough. 

We've also been told we have a special chemical in our systems and are DNA linked to a controller of sorts, so that if we ever tried to run away, they would just activate the controller, and using the DNA link, would take control of our bodies and bring us right back. But Yada Yada, I never had a thought about running away. The organization may not be loving, but they take care of us. At least they wanted us, unlike our parents.

Anyways, time for work. I had reached the other end of the building where a garage was located. I used my key to open the door, and flicked on the lights. They clicked on, echoing slightly along the vast space of the garage. It lit up many vehicles and storage containers, but I went straight to the front corner of the garage, where my motorbike was parked. All black, slim built, light, and only as loud as a cats purr, and more powerful than you'd think, perfect for getting places fast and quietly.

I swung my leg over the seat, sitting, then taking the helmet that was hanging on the handlebar, and strapped it to my head. I turned the engine on, then pressed a button on the bike. A small door in front of me opened, and I drove out. I flew at a speed of 80 mph through the streets, weaving my way through the traffic. When I was almost there, I turned sharply into a side alley. I came to a stop, taking my helmet off, and twisting to look behind me, casually searching for anyone who might have been curious enough to follow, but there was no one there. Turning off the bike then sliding off the seat, I placed my helmet on the seat, and started down the alley. Of course I had memorized the directions so I knew exactly where I was going. I walked to the end of the alley, and stopped, pressing my back against the wall, then peeked around it. Down the street, a box truck with the brand 'cloud bread' written on the side, was parked by the curb of a side street. But I knew it wasn't just a delivery truck. I could see a worker in the drivers seat, and he kept looking out the window, then in the review mirrors, as someone anxious would do. I could make out the figure of someone in the passenger seat as well.

Looking at my wrist, on the screen of my tiny screen of my communicator band, I could see the time was 1:27. Just three minutes from when the note said to meet. I had better move fast. Good thing that's my specialty though. My powers, I thought, are a pretty cool combo. I'm fast, like really fast, have heightened agility, stealth, and heightened senses. I used these to my advantage with the martial arts I learned, and I have yet to come across a foe that could withstand that. I found as well, I can detect if someone is lying by using my heightened senses, like hearing the rapid breathing or jerky behaviors. I can also detect if something is wrong the same way.

I peeked out once again, and saw no one, so sped across the road, coming to a stop behind the truck. I knew they would spot me in the rear view mirrors if I came around to the side, so I grabbed the handle on the back of the truck and hoisted myself up, pushing against the door frame with my leg and propelled myself up on top of the truck. Silently I walked until I was on top of the cab.

In one quick motion, I jumped down, grabbing the top of the passenger doorframe with my left hand, and braced my feet on the side of the door, so I was hanging there. The man barely had time to realize what happened before I smashed the window in with my free hand, sending twinkling glass flying through the air, catching my reflection momentarily. My slim but toned figure, black hair, dressed in black pants, black hoodie shirt, my gloved hands, which at the moment, my right was clenched into a tight fist, and a buff that was pulled over my nose. Normal, you'd see I have a extremely serious and unmoving expression, but all you could see now was my emotionless hazel eyes, before the glass flipped through the air. 

It seemed to happen in slow motion, and as the glass was still falling to the ground, I grabbed his collar, and bashed his head against the dashboard, then the door. He slumped back, unconscious, blood coming from a gash on his head. It all happened so fast, the driver just screamed, then instinctively jammed on the gas pedal. 

Quickly, I pushed off with my feet, pulling up on my arm, and did a backflip onto the top of the truck. Then I jumped, turning in the air and grabbing the drivers doorframe, and drove my heels into the window. The impact shattered the window, then I continued through the window, my heels smashing right into the driver's face. He was knocked out cold. I pulled myself back up onto the roof, gasping as my leg clipped a light pole from the sudden jerking of the truck now that it was out of control. I reached down, ulatching the door, then yanked my hand back as the door hit a wall of a building and came clean off, clattering and screeching on the pavement behind us. But now I suppose it was easier access, since I jumped down, balancing on the step outside of the truck for a brief moment while I shoved the driver aside and took his place. Pressing on the brakes, I pulled the truck to a stop on the side of the street, taking a deep breath. The two men were unconscious beside me, and broken glass was everywhere, casting light reflections of me in them. 

I smirked, then jumped from the truck, going to the back and opening the door. I went to the passenger door and then one at a time, I loaded the unconscious men into the back of the truck. Then I closed the door, closing the latch securely. Even if they woke up, they would never be able to get out of there.

The smirk still on my face, I hopped back in the drivers seat, removing my mask so I didn't arouse suspicion while driving. I put on a neutral expression before putting the truck in gear and pulled onto the road. Shoot. I realized by taking the truck, I would have to come back and get my bike. But oh well, it had our insignia on the side so someone would be pretty dumb to take it, plus, if anyone did, it had a tracker on it and I would certainly track it down, and make sure the thief got what they deserved. 

It took only a few minutes to get back to the warehouse. I backed the truck up to the doors, then hopped out and used the keypad to open the large garage door. The door slowly opened with a mechanical whir, revealing someone standing just inside, grinning at me.

  I was surprised, but I grinned back. "Well, I guess I have some help to unload then."