[b]Agent 021, alias “[color=FF0000]Hotshot[/color]”. 
Location: Centerville South Expressway
Time: 19:22
Responding to disturbance by meta-Human identified as “[color=8B0000]Mindraker[/color]”. [/b]
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“That’s not Mindraker.” Richard Chang said as he was placing his gloves over his hands. The van he was riding swerved to the left, forcing him to grab a metal rod welded to the roof of this van to keep his balance. 

“Any information you would like to share with us?” A voice came over the intercom. From a speaker set on the front wall of the van separating Chang and a field agent from the driver and a security personnel. 

“The man… or whatever that guy is… doesn’t just climb the fence of a Naval base. He sneaks around it. He hitches on a ship and hides there until it docks at the base. Don’t you find it suspicious that he was seen taking the front entrance?” Chang responded with another question. 

“Several witnesses have reported an individual of his likeness. Our remote observational drones have took images that confirm their visual reports.” Chang sighed. He placed on his other glove before answering back. “We’re talking about a guy who mind controls people. Who’s to say we’re not chasing some kind of mirage or something?” 

“In any which case your orders are to investigate the disruption and apprehend any individual operating that vehicle. Is that understood?” Chang’s superior asked. He nodded his head and answered with a stiff “Yes sir”. The last piece of equipment Chang had to place on was his headgear. He always hated wearing it. The feeling of being smother because of its tight design. He felt the smooth hydro-plastic polymer touch his lips, nose, ears and the rest of his exposed tissues. Even after god knows how many times he wore it, it still felt uncomfortable. 

The field agent in front of Chang held thermographic camera directed at him. “Field test Mr. Chang. Whenever you’re ready.” She said. The camera picked up the gradual change of temperature from Chang. He and the area around him spiked up in temperature. Not enough to cause any damage but it was clearly visible on the camera. The field agent held up her thumb and Chang reverted back to his normal body temperature. “Agent 021 is ready for service.” She spoke. “Affirmative.” The speaker system answered back. “Good hunting Hotshot.” 

The van came to a halt by the side of the highway. Hotshot and the field agent unloaded device and placed it on the side of the road. “10 minutes till ETA.” The security officer inside the van yelled. Hotshot nodded. He took a deep breathe in and waited for the car to get within sight. Nine minutes later, he saw the vehicle speeding towards their direction. Hotshot ordered his team to get ready. Hotshot was using the heat from his body to partially melt the asphalt on the road behind the spike strip. He hoped the flat tires would sink into the road. 
And then it came. The spike strip popped on mark. It extended just in time to catch the vehicle’s front tires. Then it shredded the back. The front wheels sunk into the partially melted asphalt sending the vehicle into a somersault. The car crashed on its back. This was not part of Hotshot’s plan. “Get paramedics on my location as soon as possible.” Hotshot ordered through his mike embedded into his headgear. He then rushed towards the smoking wreck.