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[center][b]Christopher Arthur III[/b][/center]
Chris’ mind wandered as he flew above the Lost Haven skyline. He wondered if he had handled his recent incidence with those metahumans, whom he found in West Virginia. Was his sister right? Should he have attempted to help the three metahumans? Fortunately, Chris did not have to find out whether his actions had been the correct ones because someone or something had already freed those metahumans before Chris could hand them over to S.T.R.I.K.E.

When he reviewed the security tapes, it first seemed like a rogue S.T.R.I.K.E. agent had released the three metahumans in Chris’ custody; however, the being eventually revealed her true form, dressed like a Greek Goddess. Chris was a little uneasy about this development because he already had and probably will again have to deal with another metahuman who believed herself to be a god. Chris did not need two of them.

Chris was just glad all of this was over now. It’s S.T.R.I.K.E.’s problem now because he was only renting those facilities to them. In addition, the intruder came inside in the guise of a S.T.R.I.K.E. agent. It’s S.T.R.I.K.E. business to find out how that happened, not Chris’.

Suddenly there was commotion on the police dispatcher. Apparently, someone, labeled a metahuman by the police, had overturned a motor vehicle and had fled the scene of the crime. Police were dispatched after him in response to several 9-1-1 calls.

“This shouldn’t be too difficult,” Chris thought to himself. After receiving the coordinates of the car chase, Chris diverted himself from his original flight pattern and turned toward the ongoing crime scene. Once Chris reached his new destination, he saw a single car trailed by several police units. Chris had to find a way to stop the pursued vehicle while at the same time preventing any bystanders from getting her and preventing a pile up of police vehicles if Chris would cause a sudden and abrupt stop.

“Computer,” Chris stated to the interactive operating system built into his powersuit, “overwrite all traffic lights on this road for the next several blocks. Turn all lights on perpendicular roads and any traffic heading this way to red and prevent any green arrows. Also send a message to those police officers that they need to start reducing their speed.”

Chris darted forward, performing a loop; however, instead of returning to his original course, as one would normally do in a barrel roll, Chris descended to the street road, landing on his feet with a crash. Once he heard the noise, he knew he was going to have to invest some money into repairing this stretch of the road.

Chris drew his sword from his back, prepping it for the upcoming battle. He extended his arm out, pointing it toward the approaching motor vehicle that contained an unknown metahuman.