Momentum

Thrill Rider:

Walking through the parking lot and into the storage area, I see two security guards unconscious.

"Shoot," I think, running over to them. Checking their pulse, I let out a sigh. Looking around, I see someone else unconscious. Someone else who isn't a security guard. This person is wearing a ripped vest and long, stain-covered work pants.

It takes me only a few minutes to recognize the style.

"The 23rd Gang wore vests and work pants like these. They must already be here. But wait. Why would Mick or any other member of the 23rd Gang knock out one of their own? Unless it wasn't a gang member. Oh boy."

I check this man's pulse as well. Once I'm sure he's okay, I push myself up. Looking around some more, I see a set of double doors. Running over to the door, I try the handle, expecting it to be locked but I'm wrong.

The door handle swings down and I push the double door wide open.

"Oh boy," I think, "Either the Natural History Museum had lousy security, or I'm not the first one through these doors."

Pulling out my batons, I prepare myself as I carefully and slowly walk into the nearly pitch-black museum. Swallowing a lump in my throat as I keep my eyes open and my ears sharp, I listen for anything out of the ordinary. Then again, considering it's closing time, anything right now would be out of the ordinary. Including me.

Shaking my head, I keep my guard up as I look all over for either Mick or Vengeance. Hopefully, I'm not too late to save Vengeance.

Vengeance:

Running and grabbing another one of Mick's men, I put him into a chokehold. He tries to break free, reaching behind and grabbing my head and I shake them off. It take a minute or two, but the bastard finally falls. Throwing him to the side, I crouch down while following Mick.

Staying in the shadow, I see a trail of muddy footsteps and follow them. As I follow the trail, I can't help but notice I'm walking past a lot of exhibits.

"Strange," I think, "Where is Mick going? Why is he here? Ah, nevermind that. This is my chance."

Still following the trail, it leads me through an opened door with the word employees only on it. Now, instead of a large room with a tilted floor and billions year old dinosaur bones, I'm in a narrow hallway with carpeted floor. Thankfully, I can still follow Mick and his thugs' trial.

Picking up a little speed now, I run through the hallway, only stopping when I come to the end of the trail. The trail ends at a set of large wooden double doors. Seeing a plague beside the double doors, it reads Dr. Neal Barig Vottisor, president and director.

Slowly and carefully, I push the door open only a crack. Peeking inside, I see Mick and three of his men.

They're all over the office, making a huge mess. There are folders and papers scattered all over the floors. Dozens of drawers are left half-opened. From the looks of it, Mick is looking for something.

"Come on, come on," Mick yells, clapping his hands in front of one of his men. The person Mick is clapping in front of is sitting in the president chair, typing away at the computer on the desk.

"Come on," Mick yells, still going on. "Anything? Did you find anything?"

"No," the person answers. "Nothing yet."

Mick screams and pushes the person back. He then turns to his two men ransacking the office.

"Anything," he asks.

"No," one of his men says, throwing papers out of a folder. "Nothing here."

Mick screams and pushes one of his men again. He stomps around the office like a little boy throwing a tantrum. As he stomps near the desk, Mick grabs something off the president's desk, a Newton's cradle I think it's called, and throws it.

The cradle flies past his men and hits the door. As it hits the double doors, one of them flings back and hits me. I scream as I fall back down.

"Ahh," I moan, holding my eyes as I push myself up.

"Did you hear that," Mick screams. "Someone is here! On the other side of the doors!"

"Stand back," one of his men yells. I hear the sound of someone pulling back the barrel of a gun. Rolling out of the way, holes appear as Mick's man shoots the door. Pushing myself up, I raise my foot and stomp open the door.

"Mick," I shout as I enter the office.

"Who the hell are you," Mick asks, stepping back as I raise my one of my machetes into the air.

"I am Vengeance," I answer, charging forward. Pulling back my machete, about to swing it down and finally kill Mick, one of his men tackles me from the side.

He tackles me and the two of us crash into one of the office's wall. Pulling down on my raincoat, the thug tries to reach for his baseball bat but I kick him in the head, knocking him back.

As I kick this thug back, I see another thug charging toward me. Holding his bat with both his hands, he slams me back against the wall.

Slamming the bat against my throat, this thug tries to choke me but I punch the side of his head, knocking him away. Getting myself free, my back off the wall, I look at Mick as he stands there, smiling at me.

"I'm going to wipe that smile off your face," I say, running toward him. However, as I run to him, I hear another gunshot, and then I feel a burning pain in my arm.

"Ahhhh," I scream, looking down and seeing a hole in my forearm. My head snapping to the left, I see the third thug, standing there with a smoking gun.

"Finish him," Mick says, the third thug raising his smoking gun a little higher so it's lined up with my head.

His finger squeezing the trigger, we all hear someone and turn our heads

"Hey," Thrill Rider shouts, running through the carpeted floor toward the three of us. "Catch!"

Throwing the newton's cradle, the same one that Mick threw earlier, I duck my head and watch as the cradle hits the thug right in his head. He cries back in pain and steps back. The second he steps back, I throw a right hook, punching this thug across the face and knocking him to the floor.

Seeing the gun as it drop to the floor, I make a grab for it. Lunging for the gun, I grab it and turn around. About to shoot Mick, Thrill Rider comes in from the side, tackling Mick to the ground and pinning him there. Mick struggles to get Thrill Rider off him but Thrill Rider slams Mick's head onto the floor, stopping him.

"Hey Batman," Thrill Rider says, waving at me. "Did you miss me?"

Pushing myself up, I pull back the gun's barrel and aim it at Thrill Rider.

"No. I really didn't."