[hr][hr][center][h1][b][i][color=CFC500]John Watts[/color][/i][/b][/h1][img]https://i.postimg.cc/RFS9Q9hg/giphy.gif[/img][hr][hr][b][color=CFC500]Location:[/color][/b] Serval Industries - Training Area
[b][color=CFC500]Skills:[/color][/b] Superhuman Speed, Mechanical Engineering [hr][/center]	John wasn't about to stand around and wait for them to get ready to go, then slowly meander out to the parking lot. Andrew would be dead a thousand times over by then. He huffed slightly, before injecting himself with more of the serum and the red glow returned to his eyes. He zipped around the room, grabbing each person one by one and dropping them off inside of the company jet. The cars weren't going to cut it on this job. He needed as much speed as they could get. 

	Once he had gotten them all onto the jet, Watts let out a huffy breath. [color=CFC500]"There, we're leaving."[/color] He then set himself down in the pilot's chair and he got the jet ready to go, before beginning the take off sequence. It wasn't long before they were in the air, heading for the location where poor Andrew was being held captive. He turned on the intercom and spoke into the pair of headphones and microphone he had placed around his ears - [color=CFC500]"This is your captain speaking. Turbulence is expected. Prepare yourself for a fight."[/color]