[b][u][i]Rampere[/i][/u][/b]

Mark walked down the street. Well, from his perspective he was walking. To everyone else, he looked like a white blur dashing down the street at 100mph. He almost didn't catch his phone ringing. "Hey, mom." he answered. The people around him would see the young hero on the phone with his mother, a few of them probably questioning whether or not his speed came from her.

Back home in Louisville, pronounced loo-uh-vull by him and his family, he was well enough known that he could get away what is more stuff than most other Heroes. However, you cannot get away with everything. One of his favorite things to do was find a couple of the normal people and challenge them to a race, only to let them win to show he wasn't a bad guy. However, since he had come to LA at the behest of the general, he didn't have time to do that. Apparently, there had been a few heroes and villains that had gone missing and he was told to begin his search in LA. Of course the boy wasn't happy but when the guy providing your super suit asks you to do something, you don't ask questions unless it pertains to getting it done. And, for that reason, he went in knowing almost nothing about any of the heroes or villains that had gone missing and only a little about where their lairs were. He didn't care. He was still going to try his best to look around.

"Did you forget the plan?" His mother asked, seemingly perturbed. Back in her day, she had been a pretty serious gyro herself. However, that was almost 20 years ago. Now, she had two teenage children to look after. Mark, who had just turned 18, and his older sister, who was only a few months from being 20. She often acted as the person behind the computer for her son just to keep him safe as he ran around the streets of whatever City they had been sent to. She was not fond of the general but could understand his reasoning for working with the Speedster.

Unlike Mark, his older sister hadn't inherited as much of their mothers speed as he had. Also unlike her brother, she had inherited much more of their fathers intellect, making her a natural with computers, robotics, and school work. All stuff she hated. She loved to run. However, despite her Need for Speed she inherited only 1/5 of the speed her brother had and was forced to use it wisely. She could currently hear their mother calling him.

"How could I forget the plan? We went over it 20 times." The boy asked, practically ignoring is Mother's please for safety again. What he knew and almost didn't care about was the fact that his mother I put a tracker in his suit. One of the ones his father had once used on her. His father was not a nice man. All overseas, the pair had met and nearly instantly fell in love. Neither of them knew who the other was despite nearly fighting to the death multiple times as their counterparts.

"You're about two blocks off course." She noted, watching the screen. Despite having a tracker on the boy, she didn't have a camera on him to see what he saw. She was a little surprised when he told her about the road construction that had been less in the way only 3 days prior when she had walked the past herself.

"Road construction." He simply said, slightly embarrassed that he had to explain something so simple to his mother. Upon hearing her facepalm, Mark's sister began laughing. The girl that always been a bit of a rebel, if only to get on their mother's nerves. She always took after their father more. That was something the woman never understood. This girl look like her father, acted like her father, was as intelligent and creative as her father, you wanted nothing to do with him, no information about him, what are you going to see a picture of him.

After a small amount of banter, mark continued his path North, keeping his eyes open for the next camp we could go back to these three she wanted to be on. Between his mother and the general, Mark was beginning to turn into a rather well equipped hero.

Mark was soon to arrive at this destination near the North End of the city where one of the recently disappeared Heroes had set up. He had popes he would not find bones or anything of the ilk in the supposedly abandoned hideout. One thing he did want to find, however, was some of the Hero's technology that he could adapt to fit himself.