The PulseTeam, Book One: Origins

Chapter Thirty-Five: Taking Allen International Back By Storm

Part One: Freeing Earth-2

After Davida gets finished whomping on Bad Me, she flies back to me with Bad Me a few hundred miles behind her and closing, I hold out my right hand, she takes it, spins me fast, and catapults me like a six-foot-five bullet to Bad Me.

I shoot to meet Bad Me and catch him by surprise, landing a successful uppercut to his chin. And from there, I cut loose. Rarely do I ever get a chance to just really cut loose, but when I do get those very rare opportunities, I have to grab on to them and milk them for all they're worth. And boy, do I let him have what for.

After I get finished warming him up for his real butt-kicking, I say, "Davida! Maneuver 5-28!"

She makes like a bullet and shoots up to me, breaking up the pavement underneath her in the process. When she gets to me, I say, "Three, two, one, go!" And we immediately separate.

A benefit from my team-up with Davida is that when we get within a one hundred mile radius of each other, we develop three last abilities, one composite: SoundBuffer; cloaking, invisibility/making other things and living beings invisible; and intangibility. And the good thing about these abilities is that our X-Ray and infrared visions and super hearing are completely and utterly useless against it.

When he gets in between the two of us, I say, "Three, two, one, now!"

And we again make like bullets from a gun with a super-silencer, silently cutting through the air and at the last couple of inches, we simultaneously punch the side of his face that we're on as hard as we can. Once. Twice. Three times. Then, while he's dazed, we simultaneously spin and backfist him in his face, break a few of his ribs with three unrestrained punches to his chest, roundhouse kick him in his head, and then Shoryuken him in his chin with a force of finality.

Once he craters the ground, we fist bump and say, "Ice cold!"

Part Two: Getting Into Allen International

A few years after we free Earth-2, and my team graduates college with their baccalaureates (some with master's degrees), we move back into the mansion and I put into play my plan to take back my father's company from its corrupt majority of a board of directors.

I wake up, put on the exact same suit I wore for my high school graduation ceremony, and I have DEELEX make me a quick breakfast; two sausage patties with yellow American cheese, grape jelly, and two egg patties between two English muffins. And she puts them in a brown paper bag and pairs the food with a steaming hot to-go cup of tea with lemon and sugar.

After I leave, I have DEELEX wake Tia up and tell her to be ready to take a trip to A.I. at a moment's notice.

I walk into the building and I see the receptionist, Grace Carter, behind her desk in the lobby. She's only three years older than I am, and doesn't know that I know that she has been trying to use me to get a position of power in the company (whatever the forementioned position may be). And she wonders why after as many years as she's been in her job situation, she's never gotten a promotion. Maybe I should just go ahead and finally fire her for being that stupid. But I won't. Because that's rude. And I'm not a rude person. Well, I'm mostly not a rude person. Hey, I'm trying, here! But I really don't like her.

She stands up from behind the desk to greet me, and I see what she has on: A black skirt that's so short, that when she bends over, I can see her very pink panties in the one-way glass behind her, a white button-up shirt that's really tight and is undone up at the top to show her cleavage, and she is heavily made up and perfumed. In the second before she opens up her smiling mouth to say anything to me, I scan her. In the time that I've been away, she's obviously had work done on her body. A quick X-Ray reveals an excess of collagen in her lips, silicon in her breasts, two nose jobs, dental correction, and several other cosmetic surgeries. And they were recent, too. Judging by the way she's dressed, the way her co-workers are looking at her, and the fact that her hymen is no longer intact (and her "walls" show recent friction irritation), I do believe that I unfortunately have some job termination to do later on. Pity. If she had really applied herself, she would've gotten her promotions.