Alex wiped sweat from his forehead as he sat on the warehouse floor, still trying to process what had just happened. He had sent a reinforced combat dummy flying across the room—not by stopping time, but by speeding himself up.
That was new.
Evelyn crossed her arms, watching him with a mix of amusement and curiosity. "Well, look at you. Just yesterday, you could barely throw a punch, and now you're punching like a human cannonball."
Alex groaned, stretching his sore arms. "Yeah, and my whole body feels like it's been through a washing machine set to 'pain cycle'."
She smirked. "That's called progress."
Before Alex could complain more, a loud explosion rumbled in the distance.
His head snapped up. "What was that?"
Evelyn grabbed a remote and pulled up a city surveillance feed on the warehouse monitors. The cameras showed smoke rising from downtown, and people running in a panic.
"Looks like someone's making a mess," Evelyn muttered.
Alex stood up. "We have to do something."
Evelyn hesitated. "You're not ready."
"Not ready?" Alex scoffed. "I just dodged lasers, broke a combat dummy, and—"
"Almost got yourself fried in the process," Evelyn cut in. "If we go, we go smart. No rushing in like an idiot."
Alex sighed. "Fine. But let's hurry before someone gets hurt."
Evelyn grabbed her jacket. "Welcome to the hero business, Timelock."
Downtown – The Attack
When Alex and Evelyn arrived, the streets were chaos. A bank had been blown open, and a group of masked men in high-tech gear were holding the area hostage.
But the real problem?
One guy stood in the middle of the street—wearing a mechanical exosuit with glowing red eyes.
He lifted a car with one hand and hurled it into a police barricade.
Alex blinked. "Okay… that's not normal."
Evelyn exhaled. "That's Brutus. Enhanced strength. Bulletproof armor. And a terrible sense of fashion."
Brutus stomped forward, his mechanical suit hissing as metal plates shifted around his arms. "Nobody moves, and nobody gets hurt!" His deep voice echoed through the streets.
Alex clenched his fists. "I think he's lying."
Evelyn smirked. "Took you long enough to figure that out."
Before they could react, Brutus turned and locked eyes with them.
"You two… I recognize you," he growled. "You're on the list."
Alex frowned. "Wait, what list?"
Brutus cracked his knuckles. "The list of people who don't get to walk away."
Evelyn nudged Alex. "Hope you're ready for a real fight."
Alex exhaled. "Not even a little bit."
"Good," she said, grinning. "Because it's happening anyway."