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

Drake tsked into his headset as he spoke to Paige. I haven't decided yet. Don't you need to focus on what you're doing? he asked her, teasingly. For the most part, he was in the dark on what was happening with her beyond her commentary. Putting any kind of video feed into her suit was a security risk, since it would be too easy to hijack. The audio signal was heavily encrypted, which allowed them to converse freely, but beyond that, all he had were the vitals reading off from her suit, and one GPS tracker she kept in her pouch in case she needed to track a baddie. It did not give him a lot of situational awareness, and he had to wince when he heard the sound of gunfire pick up over her suit comms. Fortunately, it sounded distant enough that he was confident the gun wasn't even firing in the right direction. He had to suppress a sigh when she asked him to kill the lights to the whole dock on the spot. She had way too much faith in his improvisational ability to access systems. Uhm, gonna take a few seconds there, he said. She'd gotten him hooked up to the utility box, but there was nothing networked out of there. To kill power to the docks, he had to improvise a quick, rough hack into Pearl Coast's city power grid. His fingers hammered furiously on the keyboard as he had to brute force his way through security. Fortunately, city computer systems had rather lax security and he was able to hide his tracks. Okay, got it, he said, as he kicked off the power, and the lights all over the docks quickly shut off. It was disorienting as hell for Donny to step out of the dark, suddenly the lights kicked back on, and then suddenly the lights to the whole area had shut back off. There was a burning image in his retina as he tried to look around, making out the outlines of warehouses around the docks. He kept his finger on the trigger, trying to listen to anything that might tip him off. The girl could seemingly appear from any angle, so it was good to have another man at his back. He stepped softly, breathing heavily now that he'd escaped to get some fresh air. You wanna show your face, bitch? I'll give you a nice surprise. And then I'll give you the spanking a naughty little whore like you deserves, he taunted, trying to keep his eyes focused. A muffled sound behind alerted him to the fact that she had another man in a strangle hold. Then a whirring sound that seemed like it came from above. Donny was suddenly alone. Shit, he said. He started moving quickly back around, trying to get back to his truck. Better to just get out of here and come back later, with more guys and more guns, to pick the stuff up later. How the fuck does she know about our cold drops like this, he wondered aloud. When he saw a shadow in front of him, he sprayed another burst of fire at her. It missed, hitting nothing but bricks and concrete. A sound behind him drove him to turn around and hose the area again, until his gun clicked empty. When he heard the click , he decided to just drop the gun and run. And that was when a foot came out of nowhere, catching him underneath the chin and knocking him back onto his ass. His head was swimming as he staggered back to his feet, having lost track of her. The next sound he heard came from behind. Elias Williamson arrived home just after dark. Even with a detective's salary, it was still only modestly sized, as his was the sole income. The house was dark when he stepped in and he turned on the lights. He glanced toward his daughter's room, and saw no sign that there was any light in there, no sign at all that she was home. He hoped that meant she was the gym, and not already hanging out with Drake. Frowning, he dug out his cell phone and quickly dialed her up. The call went straight to her voicemail Paige, honey, I know you're going to hang out with your boyfriend tonight, but would it kill you to check in at home first? Give me a call. He rubbed his forehead and then strolled into his home office. It was getting tougher for him to spend time with her these days. She was a teenager, of course, and teenagers didn't enjoy hanging out with their parents all the time. Ever since he'd been assigned to head up the task force assigned to that vigilante Knight Rider, he'd had to work odd hours, too. It seemed the Knight Rider mostly operated at night, but they didn't always learn about about where she'd been until the next morning. His home office was turning into a experimental lab where he get some of his ideas out. On his desk he had a stack of post-it notes which he was becoming accustomed to use whenever he had a theory or a lead. Though he felt the urge to get something done while his mind was still on the subject of the heroine, he felt gross. He dropped his laptop off on his desk, kicked his shoes over toward the door, and then quickly limped over to the shower. His left leg had never felt quite the same, not after he'd taken a bullet 3 years ago. He could walk on it normally, but the leg seized up in pain on occasion. He sighed as the hot water started pouring of his head, his hand rubbing the scar on his thigh while he leaned against the wall.