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"We're gonna get caught."

"We're not gonna get caught."

Above the high-rises and mega malls soared a single, red convertible, technically restricted at this section of city. Inside, five sportive teenagers lounged on their leather seats, jesting and enjoying each others' company. Many feet below them wandered pedestrians going about their daily routine, shopping and returning from work. At this height they were like ants. Numerous lights flickered on in a seamless transition as night settled over the unsleeping city. To the side the teenagers passed the large, moving billboards for some sort of advertisement or another, all digital of course. For a moment the headlines of a local, non-Alchemax owned newsgroup filled a board. It read: ALCHEMAX MYSTERY EXPLOSION, then, SPONSORED BY COKE.

"I'm telling ya," the young driver interjected on behalf of his friend, scoffing. He was a red-head, pleased as a preening peacock to have his girlfriend with him for a night of fun on the town. His other passengers consisted of a second pair of boyfriend-girlfriend, and his friend's tag-along younger brother, a year their minor. "The flyboys never come up this high. They don't like the crosswinds. Just a buncha stoneless-"

"HEY!" It was the younger brother that interrupted him, stretching up in his seat and straining to point at something in the sky. "What the shock is that?!"

The rest of them turned in their seats to see what the fuss is about, and were rendered speechless. Whilst the driver was thus distracted, the hovering car swerved, nearly hitting a hotel. Impossibly, the silhouette of a man passed overheard, casting a shadow over the awe-stricken teenagers. Tailing him closely were at least three Public Eye officers, riding their signature airbikes and yelling amongst themselves like chickens with their heads cut off. In his surprise, one kid leaned so far out of the side of the vehicle that he nearly fell.

The man was just shy of six feet, wearing an outfit that was outlandish even by modern standards. It was dark, nearly black, and in the lights of the pursuing flyboys' cycles seemed to acquire a vibrant blue sheen. On his chest was a bright red logo, spider-like, but stylized as some sort of skull with leg-like protrusions. The top sides of the logo looped over his shoulders and down to his arms and the back of his hands like a ribbon of red. The visage of some sort of red mask design stared out of the material on the front of his head, like an angry, arachnid-esque face ready to pounce. From his back hung a fibrous fabric that fluttered behind him like silk. Dual pairs of spike-like protrusions were on the upper red area of his arms, and past that, the points of each finger seemed sharp, almost claw-like. Beneath the suit he was well built, body like a coil of tensed muscles about to spring. He was not flying, exactly, so much as jumping, which made it all the more impressive that he was evading the flyboys with seeming ease. No one escaped the Public Eye.

The nearest flyboy bellowed, "HALT!", but the mysterious man paid him no heed. "As authorized representatives of the Public Eye, we're ordering you to halt!" he continued, as though that would help.

Approaching fast from the rear, the third flyboy snapped, "Get those idiot kids out of the way!"

"You brats in the Whisper 3000 - vacate this area immediately!" His partner in the second closest flier was quick to take up the task, cutting across the teens in order to follow his quarry. "All such vehicles are forbidden in the inner city! Your registration has been noted! Return home at once, wh

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