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With the rumble of a well tuned engine, a black motorcycle pulled up to Claremont Academy's main entrance. Of a noticeably older design, the bike's surfaces still gleamed thanks to studious maintenance. As it came to a stop, its rider, dressed in dark jeans and a protective jacket, swung a long leg over to dismount. Tossing his leather gloves into a saddlebag, he removed his helmet to reveal a young man with black hair a little too long to be well kempt and angular features that emphasized the lankiness of his frame. Clipping the helmet to a strap on the bike, he swung his dusty brown knapsack from his back to retrieve a beaten fedora, which he deftly flipped onto his head before taking stock of his surroundings. As it was the first day of spring break, Trevor Hunter assumed there wouldn't be too many people around, allowing him to move into his dormitory with a minimum of fanfare. The rest of his things would be arriving from his grandfather's manor later that day, but he'd decided to go on ahead to make sure all of his registration was in order and to take a look around. Although he'd been invited to attend Claremont weeks ago, it was not until now that the seventeen year old had gotten a chance to visit the campus. Hitching his pack over one shoulder, he dug a folded piece of paper out of his pocket and tried to follow the directions on it to the main office.

Ahh, the Fens. You will never find a more retched hive of *record skips* "Hey you! Get those crates loaded on that truck! If I have to tell you to stop slacking off one more time, you'll be hearing from the boss!" One man in a black-tie-suit stood on a loading doc outside one of the many warehouses in the fens that had surely seen better days. He was taking his time directing the efforts of a few other men who were collectively milling about loading crate after crate onto a truck. They were instructed to make the operation quick, and cover their tracks as best they could. That was why the man in the suit had taken every precaution to make sure that they were not followed. Glancing down at the briefcase in his hand, he made sure the small LED on top of it was still blinking. The device was still on and ready to be deployed at a moment's notice. The boss had been nice enough to supply them with that much, and one other insurance policy at least... Now if only those damn lackeys would work faster... He thought, as he kept his eyes peeled for interlopers.

It was well past eleven pm by the time Erin stopped into the common room, but she was dressed to go out. In the sense that she was wearing her uniform, anyway, which was about as dressy as she ever got. James wasn't around tonight, hadn't been for the past several nights, but the habit of looking for him in the evenings was too ingrained to let go of easily. She hoped that whatever was keeping Phantom so busy didn't last much longer, so that James would get some free time again. Until then, though, she was on her own to entertain herself on the evenings she didn't bother with sleeping. Duty pulled at her to leave the empty common room behind and get on with her night's training, but she was bored of endless solo practices. Even Archer was having a hard time throwing anything new at her out of his fetid little mind these days. Plopping down on the couch in the middle of the room, she picked up a wiimote and booted up her favorite racing game. Also not as fun solo, but at least it was better than slapping around computerized mooks for the rest of the night.

(this takes place a few days after part 1) "This is Amy Feng, reporting for the Channel 3 Action New Team. A small crime spree begun by a group of gang members that were apparently using the drug Zoom has been halted by the young heroine known as Velocity. The superspeed chase with four gang members that were using the drug began in the Southern part of Midtown, went through the Waterfont and finally came to an end here in Riverside Park, where the speedster heroine stopped the last two of the gang members." -------------------------------------------------------- Velocity looked away from the small crowd, which included at least one news crew, that was nearby where she was standing with the police who were putting the two unconscious gang members into the back of an ambulance, with police guards in case they woke up before the drug wore off. This was the part of hero work she liked the least, having to sit around with the police and give them a statement. It just took soooooo long. The impressive Sentry Statue rose up in the air not much more than one hundred meters from where she had finally stopped the last two of the Zoom using gang members. Thankfully she had been cruising through the area when they had started their little superspeed crime spree, so they had not done too much harm before she had left a few of them unconscious over the couple of miles the chase had covered.