The Strongest, by AnonymousEon

Chapter 9

At City 32's airport in State 6, Electrolite stood by the entrance, waiting for Red to show up. Soon enough, an expensive and fancy red and black car pulls up and coming out of it was Agent Red, who wore a dark red hooded tactical trench coat, a black tank top underneath, dark grey jeans, black boots, and black fingerless gloves. Red had tan skin, spiky black hair, dark brown eyes, a goatee, and an athletic build just like Electrolite's. Not only that, but both gentlemen were also very handsome. They noticed several women looking at them and giggling, mumbling compliments like, "That one looks so cute" and "He's hot."

The two brothers hugged each other and fist bumped, Red saying, "It's great to see you again."

Electrolite sighed and replied with, "You said that like you haven't seen me in months, bro. I just hung out with you two weeks ago."

"True, true, even when I was away on missions your ass flies on in for drinks."

"Red, we don't drink."

"I know, E, I'm just trying to sound cool. I do appreciate the times you came to help me on my missions, I mean it."

"Sure thing, brother, anything for you." Electrolite smiled.

Red pat his friend on the shoulder, saying, "So, you ready to kill some Jordans?"

"You mean Jordemans?"

"Yeah, Jordans."

"Red!"

"Alright, alright, I'll stop. Now come on. Don't wanna miss our flight."

The two were about to enter the airport until someone wearing dark clothing came up to them. "Good to see you again, Electrode."

Electrolite noticed Greyson and was surprised, saying, "Woah, Greyson! Hey, uhm, what're you doing here?"

"I heard on the news about some strange events going on in Germany. I figured it'd be best to book a flight and check it out. Good thing to know that you're going to investigate it as well."

"I am, yeah, and with some help here. This is my friend, Red."

Agent Red then shook hands with Greyson, saying, "Agent Red, to be specific, but Red's good too. I like it, anyway."

Greyson made a confused expression, saying, "An agent? What of? The military?"

"Not to be that specific, but yeah. I'm part of a secret military branch that's unknown to the public. Only those in the military know about it and are to keep silent about it to everyone outside of it, even their own family."

"Very secretive. It's a good thing to know you agents, or soldiers, save our country from threats before they happen. Thank you for doing so."

"You're welcome. I think I like you." Red said with a chuckle, Greyson smiling a little.

"So, are we ready to go? You think you can possibly squeeze Greyson in to join us on our flight?" Electrolite asked.

Red lightly punched his friend on the arm, saying, "Shouldn't be a problem at all. It's a good thing we'll be bringing an extra hand. Welcome aboard, Greyson."

"Glad to be." Greyson replied.

The three then went into the airport, passed through security, and made it to the terminals. They then followed a path that led outside to the private jets and waiting there were a couple of men wearing dark yellow business suits and sunglasses. These men were the secret agents of Germany's military and the bodyguards of President Steinmeier. The two men noticed Agent Red and greeted him in German with smiles, letting him, Electrolite, and Greyson on the jet, seeing that these two were with him. Once they and the men entered, the pilot inside rolled out to the runway and took off into the sky.

Agent Red sat down with a glass of iced orange-flavored soda, saying, "Once I'm 21, the next drink in my hand'll be a glass of whiskey."

Electrolite sighed, replying with, "Does everything in your mind have to be alcoholic?"

"What? No. I think of other things, like what my next mission'll be, who'll be my next target, the location, how long will I be on my mission for, and whether or not I'll finish eating the damn chicken leg!"

"Alright, alright, we get it. You still eat barbecue during a mission?"

"It's good, man. Can't pass up on it.

Electrolite nodded slowly and yawned. "Alright. I'm gonna take a nap now. Wake me up when we get to Germany." He said before closing his eyes.

Greyson sat back in his seat, unsheathing his katana.

Red noticed and smirked, saying, "Nice blade. By the looks of it, it was traditionally made, not artificial."

"How'd you know that?" Greyson asked.

"One of my past missions involved taking out several drug dealers in Asia. Those guys were a pain, but the people and food there, who weren't criminals, were pretty fun. I own two of those things made by an old man there. Fun to talk to. He taught me the differences between traditional and artificial katana blades, since the artificial ones are more dull and less shiny than once that's traditional, as well as the length difference, traditional ones are longer."

"Impressive, I didn't know that. I got this from my teacher, Master Ritsu, for he made it himself. We were close, he and I, I was closer to him than my own parents."

"I can relate. I'm not really close with my own father, since he divorced mom and left me and my siblings to fend for ourselves, but we got by. In high school, I met E here, freshman year. Turns out we both liked the same thing hobby wise: playing video games, eating foreign foods, traveling, cooking, and even training in martial arts. Hell, I've learned several martial arts from him, plus a few of his own that he made up."

"He made his own martial arts? Do they have names? Maybe I could learn them, if they're useful."

"Oh ho ho! They're super useful. I was able to finish my missions quicker with them. And yeah, they have names, but it's hard to remember them on the top of your head. He keeps a list of them, if you'd like to see it."

"I definitely would. Did you know he was a hero?"

"Not only that, but it was something he wanted to be when he was a little kid. He told me a story about how he and his parents went on vacation in City 12, State 2, and a villain with a group full of monsters attacked the city. They ran away but were saved by the greatest hero in the world, Strong-Man."

"He took heroic inspiration from Strong-Man? That sounds joyful and all, but aren't most new heroes inspired by him?"

"That's true, but Electrolite not only wanted to be a hero just like him, he wanted to be the greatest hero in the world. At first, he just wanted to be the top dog hero in the world and be better than everyone else, but later on in the years it was mainly about saving those from danger, no matter how big it was. He grew to love it and didn't mind if he got recognition from it or not. Strong-Man showed him that the day he saved his life."

"Amazing. If you don't mind me asking you instead of him, where's Electrolite from?"

"Well, normally you'd hear City 7, State 1 is where he's from, but really he was just found there?"

"Found there? You mean he's adopted?"

"Yeah. He doesn't know who his parents are and, when you really think about it, he never really had any parents at all, not even any distant or close relatives."

"That's impossible. Every child has to have a parent or relative related to them."

"Not for Electrolite. During our high school years, he and his parents took him to get a DNA test. You know what they found?"

"What was it?"

"Nothing. No chromosomes matched with any person in the entire world, no DNA matched with one or more of the 7 billion people that populate this Earth, no history or family tree was brought up. Electrolite appeared out of thin air."