SURGE
The rushing wind was invigorating as Surge maintained his speed and at each edge made a skillful jump, at first they were benign but as he got into the rhythm a huge grin spread over his face. At the next jump he swung his legs over him and performed an aerial cartwheel before landing firmly on his wheels once more and jetting towards the next jump. Now with each edge came a flip, twist or grab until finally he reached a very familiar roof and slid to a stop in a shower of sparks. Below him was a vacant lot with a broken phone booth which made his grin grow even bigger, he had made it home safely and it was time to celebrate another successful job. Skillfully he pushed up on the barrier that separated him and the edge of the building and brought his legs in while performing a one armed hand stand. Then he maintained his eight as he brought his feet over him and revved the engines the moment they connected with the wall launching him down the side of the building. If it had not been for the speed his skates produced he would have no traction, still as he neared the bottom he leaped and landed on a rail that he happily ground.A few moments later he was keying in the password to the secret entrance at the phone while holding back a snicker at what a simple 8008 meant to geeks like him. Once inside he disengaged his skates and began to trek trough the halls completely unaware of the trail of red he was leaving due to the amount of adrenalin in his system. Upon reaching the tv room he noticed 2Bit enjoying a show and mussed his hair affectionately then made his way towards the gangs favorite part of a job well done. The Liqueur cabinet.

