"Yep ya heard me right. That is ifin' ya got a mind ta." Tim said then added "A a double cheeseburger, ketchup and mustard only, small fries and a large sweet tea. Ya got it pardner, I think thar might be sum 'cerdrin in the console. I gets sum killer headaches at times."

Moving silently and coolly through the metallic hallways, Zoe made her way purposefully towards Cassius' cell. Though she kept her demeanor calm, her eyes picked out every shadow and flicker of movement that she could. With cold eyes, she moved past cell after cell of captured metas until she reached the one she was looking for. As the guards met her gaze, she wordlessly raised the gun and popped two shots, one in the forehead of each guard, before she reached the lock and easily shut it down.

As the door slid open, she quickly stepped in, looking to her lover lying on the meager bed.

"Dominic," she said urgently.
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Grey watched the TV idly as he stuffed his face full of greasy burger in the small diner. He watched as the news excitedly covered every second they managed to get of a high-speed chase between a mustang, a cadillac, and the police with jaded disinterest. If he noticed the continued glances by the other patrons, he showed no sign, even when a racial slur once against loudly escaped his lips upon the mention of some of the suspects' races. When a young woman gasped and scowled at him, he simply took another sip of his coke and turned his gaze lazily back to the screen.

Just as his mind was beginning to wander towards the bottle of pills in the pocket of his cargo pants, the news caught his eye and he suddenly watched with a wider, more intent gaze. His sharp eyes caught the image of the driver in the black mustang. Though the volume was near mute, the words "suspect" and "vigilante," caught his attention and he slowly lowered the burger back to the plate.

"Goddamn..." he muttered, voluntarily this time. After another moment, he dropped a few bills onto the table and rushed out the door, swearing silently to himself and cursing his very existence. In a few quick strides, he leapt up a fire escape and hopped across a few roofs before pausing and looking out into the distance down towards the turnpike. While most wouldn't have been able to catch the tiny dots of flashing blue and red lights in the distance, Grey squinted and began heading by rooftop towards the cop cars. "This motherf----er better be the guy and he better be real important," he grumbled, narrowing his eyes with the thought of his own boss. As he moved quickly over the rooftops, a mere flick of a shadow to the common viewer, and gained steadily on the cop car, he wanted nothing more than to get back to his apartment and dope himself out of consciousness, forgetting all about this "Wrangler" freak.

Tim spotted a McDonalds and a filling station just ahead and to the right. "Good, cause I sure wud like ta show it ta ya." he said as he pulled into the filling station and turned off tha car. "Lets have a look see at yur head." he added as he reached over and pulled the bandage away. "Well it's gonna hurt fur a spell but it was just a graze. I'll get sum peroxicide inside when I prepay fur tha gas. Ya just sit har an rest, then we'll go thru tha giddy up and go at McDollads." he said as he started to get out of the car ....... " ain't too worried 'bout the tags and I got a friend up in Englewood can make the car look brand new by mornin'." he added as he went inside to get some peroxcide and pay for the gas.

As Tim enters the gas station a shadow moves quickly across the ground. It moves from one shadow to the next as it makes its way towards the car holding Morgan. After a moment in the sun there appears to be a little smoke floating up and the shadow darts under the car. Should anyone see the little shadow it would be clear that it wanted in the car for some reason.

"Dammit! What's he got under the hood in that thing!" Growled Jameson as the Mustang began to pull away from them on the George Washington Bridge.



"Take... it...eeeeaaaassssy....Jaaaa..." Said Henkel, but in that moment time began to freeze. Everything around them was reduced to a fantastically slow rate of motion and their minds were effected as well. Peoples thoughts slowed until all they were able to concentrate on was a lingering thought and could perceive a single scene. Jameson helplessly watched the distorted image that was Wrangler's car move at regular speed down the New Jersey #4 exit and disappear in the distance. Then the warp ended, almost as quickly as it had began and as time snapped back on itself all that were effected by the warp were rushed ahead to the current moment in time and for a moment everything moved incredibly fast, too fast for people to compensate for and there were several car accidents. Not even, Jameson's skillful driving could avoid being side swiped by an old woman who was screaming in terror as her brain rationalized the experience of time travel.

Jameson stopped shy of rear ending a stationary school bus and shifted the car into park. "That's what happened in the tunnel." He explained to his partner as he put the car in park and leaned back in the seat.

"Son of a bitch!" Was all that Henkel could utter. "The bastard's time stopping just doesn't seem to effect his own body, but everything around him."

Jameson nodded in agreement. "So, how do you expect us to hide this from R.A.I.D.?" He considered.

Henkel didn't answer, instead made a report to all personal in the vicinity to be on the look out for a black late sixties model Mustang and that it was last sighted, westbound on the New Jersey turn-pike.

Tim smiled faintly as he walked up to Morgan's window and tapped on it. She rolled it down and he handed her the small bottle of peroxcide and a box of 4" steril gauze. "I'll fill tha car up an' we kin get us those burgers and fries." he said as she took the items and he moved to the gas pumps. Uncapping the tank on the right rear of the car he filled the right side bladder tank,recapping the filler. He then moved to the left side of the car and filled the auxillary bladder tank replacing the cap. Tim then replaced the hose, swiped the American Express Card, he had used to pay for the hotel rooms and waited for the reciept. He then walked over opened the drivers side door.

Unseen by either Morgan or himself the shadowy smoke drifted into the back seat, as Tim slid into his seat, shut his door, started the engine and drove to the thru the McDonald's drive thru. Pulling up to the ordering window, Tim order " A double cheeseburger, ketchup and mustard only, small fries, a large sweet tea...a Big Mac, fries, a medium diet coke and a couple of them thar apple pie thangs ifin' ya would please" the voice of a young lady repeated his roder ans asked if that was all. Tim said "Nope ma'am that otta do us jes fine." He then pulled up to the second window. Sitting at the window waiting on Morgan and his order Tim gently appied some peroxcide to Morgan's wound and secured the gauze with some strips of medical tape from her first aid kit.

When the young man at the window handed them two bags and thier drinks he said to Tim

"Awsome ride man is it as fast as it looks?"

Tim looked at Morgan as he handed her the bags, her drink and grinned, then back at the young man "Faster then ya kin imagine young man." he said as he placed his drink between his legs, shifted into first and pulled away slowly. Turning right on the 503, Tim drove towards Engelwood.

Yelena heard the commotion outside her door and sat up, totally on alert now. When the door lock was disabled and in walked Zoe, she had mixed emotions about seeing the girl. If anyone could get them out of here, it would be Zoe, but with Zoe’s arrival, it meant she would have to turn the girl over to Vacily and forfeit her Zoe’s life. There was a moment of hesitation before Yelena kicked into action.

Quickly reaching Zoe and drawing her into a tight hug, Yelena released her as quickly as she had grabbed a hold of her so those watching knew she didn’t have time to relay any messages. Stepping back, she put on her best Dominick Cassius act.

“Baby….you don’t know how glad I am to see your ass.”

Peering over Zoe’s shoulder and seeing the dead guards, the pretend Cassius gave a mild look of concern.

“Won’t be long before they find them. We need to get them inside the cell.”

Without waiting for Zoe to answer, the pretend Cassius grabbed a hold of one of the guards and pulled him inside the cell with them.

“We gotta blow this popsicle stand. These f%$#@*s are about as creepy as they can get. Not your typical Laurel and Hardy cop group. Know what I mean?”

Looking back at Zoe, the pretend Cassius looked up at Zoe as he stripped the guard of his side arm and spare ammo clip.

“So what’s the plan, lyubi maya?”

Hearing voices echo through the vent, Toril leapt on his bed and called over to Cassius' cell, in a hushed tone. "Hey, kid. Who's in there with you? Bring me back a pizza, I'll owe you."

Zoe opened her mouth with a furrowed brow as she regarded Cassius but suddenly paused, closing it again. A dawning realization crossed clearly through her cold eyes before they immediately darted around them, looking for the cameras. Finding two, she immediately killed them and pulled the door shut, leaning in close to Yelena.

"Where's Dominic?" she whispered, the gun held stiffly at her side, cocked and ready to shoot.
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The New Jersey line was blurred beneath a cluster of traffic, tangled in some huge pile-up of more cars than Grey could count. Standing atop an office building, the wind sifting through his loose curls sending flyaways around his head, he paused, taking a few deep breaths of the cool air. Even for him, this was quite a distance and he wondered, with a sinking feeling, how much farther ahead they were traveling, even now. Without thinking, his hand slid towards the pocket at his right knee that rattled every time he moved his leg. His body was beginning to ache for the blessed pills, but he quickly caught himself immediately forced himself back into motion as though attempting to jar the feeling from his own body.

Hopping down on fire escapes and windowsills, Grey's feet landed smoothly on the concrete closest to the off-ramp. He then took off through the meager remains of the forest that had once stood where the city now spread, and jumped the guardrail. His eyes lingered on a black car involved in the pile-up that screamed feds and quickened his pace.

"PIGS!" he screamed uncontrollably before dipping his head downward and jogging up the ramp past the angry drivers. As he emerged at a stop light and leaned against the guardrail at the corner, he found himself stuck at a fork in the road-- one way heading into the middle of nowhere as far as even he could see, and one heading towards a gas station and a McDonald's. Narrowing his eyes and sighing in frustration, Grey dug into one of his many pockets and tapped one last cigarette out of the carton and swore again. Lighting it, he looked out towards the gas station and let pleasant images of his boss's violent demise dance through his mind as he headed towards it.

Despite the event of the time stop, New York traffic once again resumed. People were too busy to take the time to make formal statements of the event, except for those who were involved in collisions. Jameson and Henkel didn't have time to deal with the numerous accidents that were jamming up traffic and using their lights found their way off the bridge. They headed down the New Jersey turn pike and left the mess for cops to deal with. As for the agents, it was just a regular pile up, they never experienced any strange slowing of time and they'd stick to their story where RAID was concerned.



Henkel ended his call from the DMV and began to sift through his address book. "Looks like we have a name on that license plate." He told Jameson.



"Oh? Do you think this could be our guy?" Jameson speculated as he turned in the parking lot of the 'White Castle'.

"I don't know" answered Henkel as he found the number he was looking for and proceeded to make his call.

The phone rang in a Texas F.B.I. field office and was answered by a weary a looking man with short brown hair wearing a stylish grey suit. "Agent Mitchell." he answered while rummaging around his messy desk as he searched for a pen.



"Kaleb! It's Simon, how the hell are ya?"

Mitchell perked up at the sound of the voice. "Simon! It's hotter than hell out here! It's only been a month and I miss, Chicago already. How have you been? How's New York been treating ya?"

"New York's, fine. Say, I have something I want you check out for me. You busy?"

Mitchell's eyes glanced down at the mounds of paper work that obscured his desktop. "Nope. What do you need?"

"Great. I want you check out a Mr. Henry J. Timble. Rural route, 3218, Box 153, in Arnett. It's related to a vigilante we've been tracking down here."

"Ah, the Wrangler." guessed Mitchell."I was just reading a report on your case this morning. Y'know me always poking my nose where it doesn't belong."

"Hasn't been shot off yet, hey!" joked Henkel. "Let me know the moment you dig anything up."

"Will do."

"Thanks, Mitch. Watch your ass."


Henkel ended his call, tucked his phone into his coat pocket and got out of the car.

"Who's Kaleb?" Asked Jameson who was leaning against the hood of the car while he waited.

"I taught self-defense when I was in Chicago, and Kalub Mitchell helped me with the class. He recently transferred to Texas, so I asked him to check out our lead on the license plate." informed Henkel, then he started walking toward the doors to the restaurant. "Well, I don't know about you, but I'm starving."