[b]Hot Rod[/b]

Ryker had his hands gripped tightly on the steering wheel of his race car as he made the vehicle make a turn to pull ahead of the third place car. Even though he was intent on winning, his mind was more focused on finishing the race as quickly as possible since today was when the League of Heroes were gathering together for the first time and he was late. He cursed at the bad luck of having a race on the same day as the meeting, but that was life and now he was determined to finish the race before he became amazingly late. He maneuvered his car around the second place racer, and then accelerated to try and catch up with the yellow race car that was in first place. His car was only a few feet away from becoming neck and neck with his opponent when the yellow car made a quick shift to the side which caused Ryker to slow down his car

"Son of a Bit**!" he shouted and put his foot on the gas petal all the way when he found an opening to pass his opponent. His car shot by the yellow race car and took the lead. He focused on being as fast as possible to finish the race. Soon the final lap came and Ryker was glad that the race would be done with. As usual, he won the race but this time he didn't stick around to talk to any of the reporters and he ran for the changing rooms to put on his costume. Once he changed, Ryker took off at supersonic speeds, flying towards the hall of heroes. Luckily, his race had been in the county of Illinois and so it wasn't too far of a flight from the track, especially when he was flying as fast as an FA-18 fighter jet. His body was emitted the roaring of the jet aircraft and his lower torso released a jet stream behind him as his body produced the thrust that made him fly at such fast speeds. 

He soon came to the city and slowed down his flight speed to below the speed of sound, not wanting to waste energy. In less than a minute, he saw the Hall of Heroes come into view. He landed on the steps near the front entrance and went inside, expecting to see the place filled with costumed heroes. To his surprise, he didn't see anyone and he wondered if the meeting was over. He was late but he didn't think he was that late, it would really suck to miss out on the first meeting of the League when he was invited and it wouldn't look good if the press had come and his face wasn't in the news. He quickly dashed around at high speeds, trying to see if they were in another part of the building and called out, "Hello? are there any heroes in the house? Because the Glorious Hot Rod is here and he is ready to save the day!" 

He hoped that someone answered him so that they could tell him what was going on and where the everybody was.