[h1][i][b][color=f26522]Hellfire[/color][/b][/i][/h1]

You know, I never knew how fun flying was until I could do it myself. That feeling of freedom as you soar through the air, the wind rushing past so fast that your eyes start to water; I never could have imagined it if not for my powers. Man, do I love them. I speed towards Star City, a stream of fire trailing behind me, and I shout in elation, a loud [color=f26522]“WOO-HOO!”[/color], heard by nothing but the flock of birds that glide alongside me.

The city’s silent as I land on a building, among the tallest there, and cast my gaze over skyline, searching. My suit’s HUD system springs to life, the orange display like something out of a Halo game, showing me my location and vitals, as well as something much more important: my music library. 

[color=f26522]“Play [i]'the Bomb'[/i],”[/color] I command, and the system obliges, blaring Pigeon John’s voice into my ears. Commencing obligatory head bobbing, I scan the cityscape again, taking in the lights and the ever changing noise. As I pass over the Grell Street Bridge, an urgent beep sounds, momentarily interrupting the song. I growl in annoyance, before noticing that the HUD’s highlighted something-- underneath the bridge. In the top right corner of the display, eight magic words appear; [i]EIGHT HEAT SIGNATURES DETECTED. SEVEN METAHUMANS. ONE HUMAN.[/i] The Teen Titans. Bingo. 

I’m willing to bet that if anyone has answers, it’s them. 

[color=f26522]“Volume up,”[/color] I say, and tip over the edge of the rooftop, once again in flight. I reach the Grell Street Bridge in under thirty seconds. I conclude that I’m awesome. I then conclude that I’m kind of stupid. What would've happened if Luthor’s guys spotted me?

I find the entrance to the Titans’ hideout in an alley, next to a dumpster that, by the looks of it, had been pushed out of the way. Where it had been was an opening, just large enough to fit through, a gaping hole of black among brick and mortar. [color=f26522]“Well,”[/color] I say to myself, [color=f26522]“This makes things easier. Music off.”[/color] Pigeon John shuts up, and I plunge into the darkness, walking and crawling, eventually emerging in a cosy metal room, complete with a camera and a door, reinforced. It heartens me to see that they remembered to shut this one. 

[i]Knock, knock, knock.[/i]

[color=f26522]“I hope I’m not interrupting,”[/color] I announce, [color=f26522]“But I need some help.”[/color]

My eyes find the security camera. [color=f26522]“It's about Luke Nelson. Sandstorm. He’s gone missing, and I need your help. [i]Help me find my friend.”[/i][/color]