The silver, sleek car screamed past all the others, though silent in its elevation above the ground. The windows were tinted, and it lacked license plates. The driver was exceeding the speed limit ridiculously, lurching around the other cars dangerously but with a grace that came only from one who knew what they were doing.

Inside, loud music blasted through the speakers, above the level allowed, but with a car as expensive as the one she drove, it couldn’t be heard outside. She’d also torn out all the transmitters, making it unable to be heard by the authorities who had been hunting her for months now. She didn’t like the idea of anyone being able to stick their nose in and see what anyone was doing at any point in time.

Her oddly colored eyes glanced down as a small green light started flashing, and her lips pulled apart in a wide grin. She typed with one hand to answer the incoming call from one of the other drivers as she haphazardly steered with the other hand.

“What the hell are you doing?” he demanded as his face popped up on the screen in her headset—The red screen in front of her left eye. She just grinned widely to herself—Her speakers were gone, and so were the cameras. It was like he would be talking to a ghost—He couldn’t see her, he couldn’t hear her.

“Hello? Why can’t I see you? Is there something wrong with your transmitters?” The driver chuckled to herself, ending the call with a simple click and spiking the music even louder. The green light flashed again, but she ignored it. She turned on the tech that she’d gotten that picked up all authority calls. No doubt she’d been reported by now, and she was in the mood for a chase. They couldn’t track her in this car, for she’d gotten rid of that too. She was invisible to technology.

“Hello, I’m calling in for a driver on 22nd and Way, they’re going onto the main route.”

“Describe the car please.” The driver snickered as the voices started up in her ear piece. The driver that had tried to call her had called the authorities.

“It’s silver, looks to be some kind of sports car, really expensive. And I can’t get the transmitters to work.”

“It’s him again...” she heard the officer mutter. She loved this—They didn’t even know if she was a man or woman. “Thank you for your call, we’ll be down presently.”

“Wait, can’t you just do engine lock-down?” the man asked, and she heard the officer sigh in return.

“Things like that don’t work on this guy.” He abruptly ended the call with the other driver and she heard him alert all the others. Ooh, a big chase.

She promptly switched onto a more main road, making it easy for them to find her. It was also opposite her destination, so they wouldn’t get there. It didn’t take long before she could see them coming from all sorts of streets around her. She giggled as she watched all the other drivers get their engines locked, stopping so she was the only one moving. Of course, they’d tried a distance lock down, hoping that would work. Of course it hadn’t.

She laughed loudly, snapping on outer audio so she could hear their sirens outside. She rolled down her windows, letting a cool wind flip back her hair. She wasn’t worried—She was wearing too much gear to be recognizable, and why not give them a little fun? Let’s see what the insane criminal looks like.

“Hey, he rolled his windows down!” she heard in her ear, and she flipped it on so that she could see the cop cameras looking at the open window. Her seat was far back enough that they couldn’t see her, just straight through out the other window. She cranked the music, letting the loud rock be heard even from their distance. It didn’t bother her—She had a special kind of ears. She watched through the screen in front of her left eye at the cop’s cam, then raised up a black gloved hand to the window, moving her fingers in a wave-like motion. She then laughed loudly, slamming down on the accelerator and weaving off between the cars, which had restarted again.

“He’s mocking us!” she heard one of the officers say indignantly, and she switched on voice-switch, so that her voice sounded like a man’s when she spoke to the officers through a link that connected to their cars.

“Yes, yes I am,” she said, then laughing loudly again. “Let’s see how well you can keep up, hmm?”

“Quick, get a search on that voice! Wait...How did he hear me say that?”

“Oh, I’m not who you think I am. Now let’s play” She clicked off her transmitter, suddenly screeching off onto a side street, watching as only a few of the cars managed to respond quickly enough to follow her.

“Did you get a search on that voice?”

“Yes sir—It’s the voice of a...celebrity?”

“What?!”

“Told you so...” she muttered under her breath as she humored them for a few more moments, staying on the street to let them catch her a bit. She then quickly flipped a few switches and spun the steering wheel, making a ninety degree turn into a thin alley without slowing. All but one of the remaining cop cars missed the turn. She did a quick check through the database at who was following her. A young man, name of Teal Carson, it was his fourth week in the force. “Aww, had to get a rookie...” she muttered, pouting. “Well, let’s go then, and see how well you can keep up.”

She floored the accelerator again, watching him follow her in speed. “Hmm, not afraid of that, like many are, surprisingly...” She raised her eyebrows, a contemplative expression on her face. “Okay, how about this?” She turned wildly back onto a main street, opposite direction of the oncoming traffic. She wove through them precisely, watching as the cop following her put on lock-down on all the cars again and followed her.

“Smarter than most...But time to lose you.” Her hands flew across the dashboard, flipping a few switches and adjusting her seat to get ready for her next move. She reached her right hand over, clicking the casing off of a small button and pressing down on it. The lower flares fired first, getting her a sudden burst in elevation, and then they toned down as the upper flares matched with them, flipping her completely over backwards, the engines both shutting off once she was just behind the cop, again parallel to the ground. She stuck her hand out the window, waving and putting it into reverse, flipping around.

She then heard the crash.

Her eyes flickered up, seeing the cop car attempting to turn just as the lock-down wore out. A car t-boned him, knocking out his lower flares so that the whole vehicle smacked down onto the ground, unable to hold itself up. Another car rammed into it from the other side, and she grimaced. She pulled the car to a stop, watching the cop car for a few moments, waiting for any movement. Nothing happened. She sighed and put her car into momentary park, hovering above the ground lightly as she pulled the scarf up over the bottom half of her face and got out, striding over to the cop car. She was a criminal, but she really wasn’t a fan of death. She didn’t break those laws.

She used the enhanced muscles in her arms to shove one of the other cars away, the driver gaping at her as they skidded a few feet away. She yanked on the door, but it wouldn’t budge. She sighed and used the enhanced strength again, pulling the door completely off and reaching in, pulling out the young man inside and slinging him over her shoulder. He was unconscious, but not dead.

She turned as she walked back to her car, spotting one of the surveillance cameras sitting on top of a light. Her eyes turned up with her smile, and she waved with one hand. She opened the back door of her car and put the officer in, then climbing into the front seat herself and taking it out of park, taking off like a jet in a random direction, knowing they’d lose her within moments.

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Teal groaned slightly as he awoke, feeling aches all over his body, particularly his head. He tentatively reached his hand up, feeling his arm protest as he carefully touched his forehead. It was wrapped in something—But he could feel a slight moisture, most likely blood come through the bandaging.

He didn’t open his eyes, not wanting to face any light that might be there. “Where...?” he said softly, cracking open one eye to see a dark ceiling. This wasn’t the base—Surely they were the ones who had come to gotten him, right?

“It was named Simplicity many years ago.”

Teal jumped, his eyes snapping open as he skidded to the wall behind him, viewing the room warily. He was on a small cot, with a curtain half-opened to reveal the room around him. It was dark where he was because the curtain was blocking the light from the rest of the room, which was still dim. There was cots around him, all empty. Near the door was a man, the only one besides Teal in the room, who was in front of a monitor, typing idly at the keys.

“Who are you?” Teal demanded, giving the man a steely-eyed glare. The man’s gaze slid over to look at Teal with a dull expression out of the corner of his eye. “My name is Carter,” he replied, then turned his chair to face Teal. He was tall and pale, with bright blue eyes behind thin-rimmed glasses. He wore a pair of jeans a black shirt under a white med coat. “Your name is Teal, is it not?”

He nodded warily, not moving. Carter pulled himself out of the chair, walking over to Teal with a bit of an unconscious saunter in his step. Teal flinched as he reached out, but the man was only inspecting the bandage. He ‘hmm’d to himself, then his blue eyes glanced down to lock with Teal’s suspicious brown ones. “Hn...I was supposed to tell Jailer when you awoke, but you’re too cute...”

Teal felt his face flush as the man stroked his fingers down Teal’s chin, leaning closer. “Wha-What are you doing?!” he demanded.

“Oh, just going to ravish you” the man seemed to sing, and brought his face even closer to Teal’s, when he suddenly stopped, yelping and jumping back.

Teal opened his eyes, not realizing he’d closed them, to view a third that had entered the conversation. Carter was holding the back of his head and wincing. “Fuck!” he cursed, viewing the woman that was standing across from him, frowning with her arms crossed. “How do you that, Jailer?”

“I have skills,” she replied, her eyebrows furrowed. “And keep your hands to yourself.”

Meanwhile, Teal viewed the woman apparently called ‘Jailer,’ observing her with slight, wary interest. She was tall and lean, with lightly tanned skin. A black halter top hugged the top half of her frame, a pair of slightly loose black jeans the bottom half. She had black shoes on, and two black gloves adorned her hands. Her arms were muscled and looked very strong. Her ears, he noticed, were just the slightest bit pointed, and her eyes were a striking, vibrant yellow, of all things. Her hair was short, spiked, and black streaked with shocks of red.

“Who are you?” he asked shakily, his knees curled to his chest and hands fisted.

She switched her gaze from Carter to Teal, and he felt as if he was being viewed by a wolf. “I’m Jailer,” she said, her lips breaking apart into a wide grin, revealing shining white teeth. She lifted one hand and waved, and Teal gasped, pointing at her.

“You!” he said, eyes wide in the recognition. “You’re—You’re him!”

“The criminal that keeps evading all of your comrades? Yes, yes I am.” She smirked, leaning her weight on one of her feet in the back, her arms crossed still. “Funny, it’s not hard to lose you guys either.”

“Wh-Why am I here?” he asked, fearing the worst.

“You crashed bit time. If I hadn’t gotten you back here, it’s likely you would’ve died,” she said, shrugging. “Your comrades probably wouldn’t have made it in time.”

“So...So you saved me?” he asked incredulously.

“Well, yeah,” she said, frowning and blinking. “Just because I break all the traffic, surveillance, and sound laws and I like to steal things and get you all riled up doesn’t mean I want you dead.”

Teal stared at her with his mouth open for a second, shocked. They’d all ground it into his head that criminals were entirely bad, rotten to the core, with no regard for human life. Which was why one was...allowed to shoot to kill without giving warning...

“Did it all just hit you?” Carter asked, grinning. “Your system...It’s all a lie.”

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New idea!

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Those who read my other stories—I’m working on the next chapters to a few, they’ll be up within uh...a week if I can. Classes just started—I’m a tiny bit overwhelmed.

-The rockin’ Jawsinator