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It didn't take long for Skeets to track down the metahuman terrorist. The future AI was indespensible when it came to stuff like this, and Booster couldn't have been happier to have the little guy by her side, even if he was a bit of a spaz now and again. Without him she'd be lost. Well, even more lost than she already was in a completely different time with no memories, which, to be honest, was incredibly hard to comprehend.

"Closing in, ma'am," Skeets added into the comms. "The bike trails lead to this warehouse."

Booster soared over the building, one of many in this old industrial area of Houston. Didn't look like anything out of the ordinary, but she couldn't take any chances. This person had already leveled a quarter of the city. Going in blind could lead to her being buried under a pile or rubble.

"Got any weird readings?" she asked the AI.

"Weird...readings?" the artificial voice was obviously confused.

"You know! Energy signatures! Radiation levels! I dunno! Weird readings!" she responded with frustration.

"No weird readings, ma'am," the robot answered promptly.

That's all she needed. Booster looped around over the warehouse, skimming over the roof of the building by a few inches. When she reached the other side, she dove down and smashed through the second floor windows. Old, weakened glass rained down on the concrete floor below. Booster landed with a soft, metallic thud and powered up her weapons, "I know you're here. Come out before I really have to hurt you."

Digital warning signs went off in her visor, and she just managed to get out of the way of the explosion that followed. A small one, almost like a grenade blast. She had managed to throw up a shield to deflect most of the concussive force, but it still rattled her. So did the ones that followed. Blast after blast reverberated off her shields, and a fourth one broke it completely, sending er flying backwards. Booster slammed through one of the large crates. When she came through the other side and hit the ground, she saw the contents of the box spill out like a white, spherical waterfall. One of them rolled and bounced lightly off her foot.

Baseballs.

"You know, you really are as dumb as the rumors say," a seductive, confident voice came from deeper in the  warehouse. From the darkness stepped a blond, shapely woman with striking blue eyes dressed in a white and pink catsuit. She could have been Booster's sister if you looked closely enough, the hero thought. As she approached, she tossed one of the baseballs up and down. One second it was an ordinary, everyday ball. But after one toss up it began to glow with energy. She tossed it by Booster, who reflexively recoiled. It exploded behind her, sending her sprawling forward onto the concrete. "Don't you know a diversion when you see one?"

Groggily, Booster retorted, "Don't you know a bad outfit when you see one? You sponsored by a bubblegum company or something?"

"No, hero," the woman tittered with delight. "Some of us do what we do in service of ideals greater than ourselves."

"Yea?" Booster was amused. "And what's that?"

"To bring it all crashing down," she smiled broadly and shrugged as she rolled another ball towards another one of the boxes and ran. As the ball flew through the air, Booster saw that the box it was headed towards was glowing as well. All she could do before the explosion was throw up a shield around her and Skeets as the massive ball of energy erupted around them and brought the warehouse down in an avalanche of steel and debris.

Darkness engulfed her.
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The concussive blast blew away the last of the debris away and Booster stepped out into the sun yet again. Dust from the collapsed building filled the air, but it was still the sun none the less. She dropped down and took a seat on the pile of concrete and steel.

Skeets detached from the back of her armor and flew around to look at her, "Ma'am! You heard her! It was a distraction! Doctor Irons is in danger."

"No, Skeets," she shook her head and kicked a bunch of rocks down the pile. She watched as they hopped and clanged against the rest of the debris. "Irons has already been taken. There's no way she was in this alone. I am in a world of shit."

"Damn straight you are," a confident, authoritarian voice said from behind her.

Turning, she found the dust starting to clear. From inside it came armored trucks, armed soldiers, and hovering aircraft she had never seen before in this time. But at the head of them all was the owner of the voice. His skin reflected the now strong sunlight like a human lighthouse. The metallic epidermis was  red, white, and blue like some sick ripoff of Captain America. She felt one of her visions coming on, but fought against the feeling. Passing out in front of who she assumed was ARGUS's main man wouldn't be the best look, and after today she figured she'd already be down enough sponsors.

Citizen Steel offered her his hand, "You're going to have to come with us. ARGUS wants to have a little chat."