The Stinking Client World, Okay? Sheesh.
Ridge listened to the caped hero's brief explanation of the situation at hand. This organization seemed a lot like a non-government version of the Interuniversal Alliance, which housed the headquarters of his old group of vigilantes. "It's great that you'll let me help, really. When I'm bored, I'm more prone to my... Nevermind," he stopped himself quickly. Telling anyone about Maelstrom now would probably not be to his benefit, so he didn't.
Ridge began to fly the other direction when his not-so-captor interrupted. "Oh, and Ridge? Don't kill anyone."
"Oh, trust me. I don't kill. I would never kill." he smiled after he finished his statement, then took off again.
No, but I do. The voice in his head rang. Tidge usually blocked out Maelstrom's suggestions to the point of not even knowing he's saying anything. But he heard this one, and the thought of what he would do if he got control to the people of this universe made him shudder. He quickly shook it off, though. He had a job to do.
Ridge checked his watch and scanned the area for the alien. Sure enough, he found movement. Right below him, second floor of the building. Ridge thought, then decided that using his EMP wouldn't hurt since he was going to a place full of probable allies soon. So, he let the electromagnetic pulse loose. After disabling the alien's electronics, Ridge floated down to the front door, knocked, walked in like a notmal person, then went upstairs.
The click of the alien's gun was immediately heard, and upon realizing the gin was disabled, he charged Ridge. "So unprofessional," he sighed, sidestepping and sticking his leg out to trip the alien. He succeeded and sent the alien tumbling down the stairs, and upon reaching the bottom, he was already unconscious. Ridge picked up the alien by the color and zipped very quickly over to the ship Superman told him to meet at, where he dropped the guy on the ground.
He dusted his hands off and laid back, floating in the air on his back as though he were in the pool. Deciding to relax while waiting for ol' Clark Kent, he closed his eyes and kept a close ear on the unconscious alien.
What're you gonna do when I get out, Boss? You can't hold me in here forever. You never can. Ridge pretended not to hear the comment in his head.