[B][U]New Player in an Old Game[/U][/B] Cypress had stopped by the doc and gotten a clean bill of health. Then after completing her last order she went back home an dressed once more to go out on the town. She headed to the garage this time ad climbed onto her Lightning LS-218 Electric bike and headed out. When she'd bought the little hyperactive machine Cypress had just be learning to use her full speed on foot and had thought it's top 220 mph speed was fast. Now to her the bike was just fun because of how little effort was required for her to move at speed. Once she was out on the street Cypress cruised at the local speed limit enjoying the odd looks her quiet machine drew, the loudest noise it made was it's gears meshing. She wove through traffic with a smooth yet unhurried grace her matching leathers an helmet rendering her incognito. She headed up the highway towards a track she enjoyed using her plan to blow off some steam. She knew that back in town was something big going down but it didn't concern her because she'd been told that she should stay out. Not because she wasn't capable of handling the situation but because with so many players already in the game she'd only add to a situation already out of control. Yeah probably better that she stay out of it after all she wasn't paid by the city but Aperture Labs. She felt her anger bubbling up again and realized she was doing nearly 115 mph before she knew she'd pulled back the Lightening's throttle. Slowing back down to 65 Cypress continued back towards the San Gabriel and the track she'd originally set as her destination. She activated her helmet's sound system and found her riding play list but couldn't get in the grove so she changed to local radio station broadcast from UCLA. She loved the indie music this station played and was beginning to get into it when she was interrupted by a breaking news story about a battle apparently raging down where they were holding the gang boss and some cops had died. She shook her head trying to shake off any wild ideas she had about getting tangled up in the mess. The station though seemed to conspire against her as it began playing "Cautionary Warning" from Black Heaven. It was suddenly as if her blood were on fire and there was only one way to bank it's heat. Performing a maneuver that would have reduced another rider to organ donor status Cypress turned her nose towards trouble as in her ears she heard So now you're down Have you lost yourself control To the one you believed could save your soul Now only time will tell Will it take you down Or will you pull through Like a voice in the darkness of the night Telling tales You've become what you despise And only time will tell Will it take you down Or will you pull through You are my instigator You are my aggravated You are my space invader Cautionary warning :::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::: Aperture Labs Telemetry "Sir we got a problem here" says one of the monitor observers to his command "Put it on the screen" says the Telemetry boss. On the huge screen Cypress's pip shows that the Meta is presently moving at 265 mph through the freeway traffic headed downtown. This in and of it's self would only be the subject of scientific curiosity but her course goal is restricted and that forces the Telemetry ramrod to. Command "Shut her bike down" He knows this is only a temporary measure but he needs the time to put in a call to his boss. :::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::: Cypress is annoyed at first when her bike suddenly losses all power but she brushes that off by rolling it off the road and parking it. She climbs of her 45,000 dollar toy and doesn't even take off her helmet as she tucks down and heads out in her customary ice skater's sprint. She refuses to allow a balky machine keep her away from where she knows she belongs. Her red an white riding leathers bind her a little as she accelerated to over 300 mph risking a crash in her haste to reach her goal before she's too late. :::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::: Telemetry "Holy!" Says the monitoring tech as he watches Cypress top 350 in the city streets. "Sir she's gone exponential" he says over his shoulder. The Monitoring Boss keeps trying to reach his boss but keeps getting shunted to his voice mail. "This isn't good, this sure as hell aint good" he mutters as he stops trying. The boss will go ballistic when he finds out his pet project has gone off on her own. He briefly considers contacting Cypress herself but knows it's against orders for him to allow her to know how much she's monitored. She'd freak if she knew that the only reason she's not monitored in the shower is because when she's naked there's nowhere to hide a telebug. Punching the armrest of his chair her looks up at the big screen realizing he's possibly watching the end of his tenure in this department and all because of a hot headed platinum blonde