Thread: Rise of the Knight Rider (Noon_Shadow and Superheroinevengeance)

Drake! A soft spoken, youthfully energetic voice said. It belonged to a beautiful urban legend, the masked vigilante known as Knight Rider. Working before the sun set was not her typical hours but she had driven the mob to do desperate things lately. She was gaining ground, eating away at their operations. The media did not have a single picture of her, the police would not admit she was real. Those who knew for sure, those who had seen her regretted it to this day. Behind the mask was the last person anyone suspect. It was an advantage she had over the criminal underworld. The hardest part of this life has become the shuffle between her regular life and the life beneath the cowl. Luckily, she had Drake there every step of the way. Her handsome and faithful boyfriend worked hard to keep her safe but was also a gentle voice in her ear a flirty eye in the sky. Stop it mister, I have to concentrate she blushed. You can do all that stuff tonight after the party! She was perched in the shadows of a large crane built on the docks. It was a perfect place to hide, giving her the high ground advantage and some darkness to disappear into as the sun set. The cool January breeze off the ocean sent a chill over the parts of her exposed skin, but it was nothing she could not stand. I see the trucks she told him, her tone or voice not changing. To her, this was just a thrill ride and she had no reason to fear anything yet. Activating voice changer now. The now has turned into a deep robotic sounding. Having a little fun, she could not stop herself. Drake, I am your father she joked while doing her best Darth Vader. She stood up as the door to the warehouse opened, a smile crossed her face. This is too easy! She giggled before she jumped from the two hundred high foot crane, using her cape like a glider. She loved the feeling it gave her as she floated down, it was an adrenaline no one could understand. Still, her heart would always race just before she engaged in the heat of battle. Her feet softly touched the ground beside the building near the electrical box. Alright baby, time to do your thing she told Drake as she pulled a small box from her belt and placed it on the electrical box. It gave him access to the electrical board, allowing Drake to cut power at the flip of a switch. Dont kill power just yet She said as she pulled a grappling gun out. She blasted it into the air, rising to the top of the building. She spotted the intake vent of the warehouse. Im going to fill the building with a knock out gas, might take a couple of them out without a fight. She ran toward the vent, the echoes of the men could be heard as they busted into the crates. Too easy she laughed as she pulled a hand full of gas pellets from her belt, pressing the button to activate them before dropping them into the vent. She had about thirty seconds before the most would start to fill the room. One more thing before you cut the power! She ran to the ledge, jumping from the building and gliding to the street again. Without the power, there was no way the large garage door could open. That left them only two fire escapes two make it out of. This is going to be a shocking surprise she joked as she pulled another device from her belt, placing it on the metal door. I know that was cheesy, but it was still funny she argued playfully with Drake. She flipped a switch on the device, generating a powerful electrical current into the door and knob that would knock any grown man out. Alright, cut the power she said as the thirty second timer in her head ran out. Between the power and the gas, they would be in a panic. She rushed to reach the only door they could come out, waiting in ambush at it. She was just a teenage girl, no real physical strength but her fighting technique was flawless and she avoided hand to hand combat at all cost. That is why Drake was so important, his gadgets could take down a group of thugs without her having to fight at all. He worried about her still and went to great lengths to make sure she was protected. The suit was completely bullet proof, cowl included. He had tested it time and time again against sniper rounds. The gloves had brass knuckles pretty much built into and each finger tip had tasers. The bottom of her boots was a light weight titanium alloy, making a kick feel like a battering ram. The bracers were made of an metal alloy that helped her disarm or even break most blades she could trap inside them. She waited behind the door, expecting gun fire at any moment. She would have locked the door but the panicked men rushing through the door would give her an advantage rather than them shooting through it and knowing she was on the other side. She could hear rumbles inside as they realized what was going on, bring a smile to her face. As soon as the door opened, she would kick it back in there face. After that, the first unlucky soul out was going flying with her as she held her grappling gun firmly in hand. Remember Paige, six men she told herself as a reminder was taking long breaths to slow her heart rate.