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A figure squatted in the shadows of a near by ally, watching the two take off. He pulled a cell phone out from the coat he was wearing. In a monotone voice he talked to the person on the other end. "I think I found them...yeah the driver and the hero..... right stage two commencing..." He hung up the phone and crushed it in his hand. "Right no tech near the floating guy..." He stood up, pulling the jacket caller up. He pulled out a pair of white gloves solid white cloth mask from his pocket and slid them on. With a leap he began to scale to the roof of the building. As he quietly hit the roof he took off in pursuit seemingly gaining on the two.

It was 8:00pm and War sat in a warehouse owned by his boss, getting ready for his "mission". Around him sat hundreds of crates and boxes, all of them in varies sizes, and two large metal shipping containers locked shut. He had managed to snag one of the fliers before loosing his target. "This is not my... forte..." He muttered as he finished strapping into a white, with black detailing motorcycle racing uniform; the only deference was that under the leather was a layer of high-density body armor. He stood up after securing the uniform, and placed his solid white helmet on over the white mask he wore that afternoon.

He pressed a button on the side of his helmet, activating its electronics. A series of black l.e.d. lights lit up around his helmets, creating a skull like design where his visor should be, and flames on the sides. "You ready to go?" He asked as the com system in his helmet activated upon his voice. Another rider walked out in matching blue and red uniform. He gave a thumbs up as he hit the button on the side of his red helmet, lighting up a blue bio-hazard symbol on the front of his "visor". War walked over to the crates, ripping the locks off. As he saw the crate's contents he just couldn't help slapping the front of his visor and sighing. He turned to his partner. "Tell me why the boss let you choose the boss for the rides again?"

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9:54pm. The two riders make the corner in a pair of unusual vehicals. What War's partner had requested was two military class prototype exo-bikes with a top speed of 230 mph. They were based on early yamaha designs but were outfitted with all-terrain tires, a magnetic suspension system, and a high teck gyroscopic stabilizer built in.They also had a paint job and light scheme that matched their riders. Their helmets plugged into the top of device, projecting all relevent data onto their visor along with some other nifty little tricks. "Now remember... snatch and grab... no "winging it"" War said over their coms. The other rider just rolled his head with a grunt. They stopped near the start line, waiting for the race to begin.