A black [url=http://moonquake.org/wp-content/uploads/2015/08/Black-charger.jpg]Dodge Charger[/url] rested in the streets, sitting amongst many other cars in the parking lot. The vehicle itself almost looked like an unmarked police car, but instead it belonged to the two contractors sitting inside of it. A smoking hot latina badass sat in the driver's seat, wearing only her black jacket over her grey NAVY t-shirt, wearing black pants, looking around with sunglasses on. Beside her was a ripped black man, one who was pretty handsome himself as well. He was wearing a similar outfit, but wore a black shirt and dark grey camo combat trousers. Both of them were Carmen and Kevante respectively, contractors who've served together in both the US Navy Special Forces and in prison before that. Both of them have been good friends for quite a while, and both of them have come to rely on each other for support, whether it would be fire support or friendly support.

Both of them were looking around, bored out of their minds. [color=00aeef]"When the f*ck is it gonna come? C*ger el c*lo, hombre! Dios mío!"[/color] Carmen sighed, exasperated.

[color=0072bc]"Hey, chill out."[/color] Kevante said, looking at his cell phone, keeping up to date on the latest news on Facebook. [color=0072bc]"We've still got ten minutes until the expected time anyway."[/color]

[color=00aeef]"Yeah but we've been here for like an [i]hour[/i]."[/color] Carmen groaned. [color=00aeef]"I swear, this is beginning to be no different than Syria, man. At least there, the Kurds kept us entertained."[/color]

[color=0072bc]"I see what you mean, don't sweat it though. This is just the boring part of it, we'll catch a break."[/color] Kevante said.

Carmen perked up, her enhanced senses picking up the police sirens from afar. [color=00aeef]"Do you hear that?"[/color]

Kevante looked around. [color=0072bc]"Hear what? The sirens? That's just another-"[/color]

[color=00aeef][i]"Sshh!"[/i][/color] Carmen hushed him. [color=00aeef]"They're heading right this way."[/color] She looked in the rearview mirror. Far behind them, she could see police lights going crazy. [color=00aeef]"Do you think this is the shipment that we've been tasked to intercept?"[/color]

[color=0072bc]"There's only one way to find out."[/color] Kevante said.[color=0072bc] "C'mon... lets trail behind and wait until they crash. Wanna do the FBI trick when we get there?" [/color]

[color=00aeef]"Hell yeah, buddy!"[/color] Carmen smirked, leaning in and giving Kevante a fist bump. [color=00aeef]"This better be the f*cking shipment, I swear to f*cking Christ..."[/color] She said, starting the car up and buckling her seatbelt. Carmen looked in the rearview mirror. [color=00aeef]"Call it in to our client, so they won't stiff us and yell at us just in case if we made a mistake.[/color]" Carmen said, to which Kevante nodded and complied. Carmen waited there, looking in the rearview mirror, seeing the convoy of cop cars trailing behind a vehicle, a suspicious looking vehicle... before the entire chase passed by them at high speed. Almost immediately, Carmen put the car into gear and sped off from the parking space, trailing behind the police chase.

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Dr. Chaos was hard at work to test one of his theories, yet again. Hidden in a lab deep somewhere in The Hood of Threaft, Dr. Chaos smiled as he looked upon his laboratory setup. By no means was it a futuristic or even a clean one, it was just a massive workstation with lots of wooden tables, desks, chairs and cleanly assembled workbenches. It certainly looked like an evil low-budget lab, but while it looked low-budget, it certainly wasn't. Dr. Chaos not all of the best tools and equipment have to look pleasing, that was just an excuse for companies to overly price their products. Nope! Dr. Chaos built them himself, manufactured equipment has a tendency to be somewhat defective, a-and it takes too long to get a replacement when you can fix your own equipment on the spot... a-and when... when replacements take too long to arrive in the mail... this halts the progress of SCIENCE!!!

Dr. Chaos chucked to himself, looking inside of a small storage unit, a plastic one containing a chick. [color=ed1c24]"Heheheh-hee-hoo-hah-hee-heh! I have finally created the greatest creation of all time! And by that I mean the 1,523rd greatest creation of all time! MWAHAHAHA!!"[/color] He laughed maniacally while the chick chirped a little. [color=ed1c24]"Now, my little creature, you must show your true potential, as a feat of excellent and self-aware mad SCIENCE!!!"[/color] He called out. [color=ed1c24]"Hahahaha!"[/color] He laughed. [color=ed1c24]"Now... walk out and bask in your greatness, for you are THUNDERCHICK!!!"[/color] He called out, opening the container and letting the chick walk out onto the workbench.

The chick walked out casually, minding its own business, walking out onto the workbench. It briefly looked to Dr. Chaos before looking to its surroundings.

[color=ed1c24]"Yesss... yess..."[/color] Dr. Chaos shuffled his hands. [color=ed1c24]"Bask in your greatness, young creature... for you are a creature born of great POWAHHH!!!"[/color] He shouted. [color=ed1c24]"Now... let's see how you fair!"[/color] He said, leaning towards the small infant chicken on the workbench.

Pointing his index finger at it and slowly trying to poke it, he made a soft poke at the chick, and he was zapped by a small jolt of electricity. A harmless jolt, really.

[color=ed1c24]"WOAH... this is unbelievable! You have such capabilities... capabilities to be AWESOME!!! HAHAHAHHAHHAHAHAHAH!!!"[/color] He laughed before stopping himself. [color=ed1c24]"Wait... hang on..."[/color] He looked around. [color=ed1c24]"Where's my thunder button..."[/color] He then pulled a small remote control out from his pocket, and then pressed a button on it, activating the theatric thunder special effects that he had installed around his lab. [color=ed1c24]"MWAHAHAHAHHH!!!"[/color] He laughed maniacally as the thunder crashed around him.