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xxxxxPlot [Villain] : After a perfectly executed drug hand off, the only way to ensure the safety of the goods is to stash them away in a hidden location, however, having a few pesky do-gooders on your tail makes your job a hell of a lot harder. At least you were allowed to snag a cop car to evade the suspicion of citizens. Once you reach the heavily armed base, any heroes with enough bad luck to try to follow you in will be meet with a quick and untimely torture period and death.

xxxxxPlot [Villain] : Lucky for you, you and a couple of other heroes happened to be near the drop off point just as the villains tried to escape. Your job is to follow them and destroy their car and illegal goods.


xxxxxStolen by one of the villains for use as a get away car, CHARGE is suped up specifically to take down supers on the run. Complete with mutant tracking device, legal amounts of nitrous, an emergency machine gun for firing forward, and an almost comical net that shoots out the front to catch runaways, this car was perfect for the job in case of any unplanned diversions. All three villains must be inside of CHARGE at all times. If being a cop car wasn't enough to keep civilians away, the extra siren sure will help.


xxxxxOwned by the former vigilante Olive Wasp, GH-3000 just happened to be on loan to a local museum when the heroes were first alerted to the threat. Jam packed full of crime fighting materials, the car was barely legal in Wasp's time, and is completely a hazard by today's standards. Rockets for speed and offense, four hidden machine gun ports, anti-radar jammers, and side spraying flame throwers, this hellish ride is just waiting to attract the cops. Throw in the fact that it was stolen, the villains might not be your biggest problem while driving this thing.

Why the hell...is it so hot in here?
It was the only thought that Keagen 'Tracker' Maximus was currently capable of producing. Crammed inside the police car with the stolen goods stashed in the back seat and trunk. Tracker turned his head to check on the back seat occupant for perhaps the thousandth time in less then twenty minutes. He couldn't explain just why he was so antsy and worried, it certainly wasn't like him. Flexing his fingers on the wheel, Tracker clasped and unclasped his grip on the leather repeatedly. Wearing a full body suit alone was enough to make him sweat buckets, but Tracker felt like a human waterfall of sweat right now with the anticipation and the police car's poor air conditioning.

His two partners in crime had yet to arrive and clamber in the stolen vehicle, but Tracker silently hoped that they would hurry and move along. The heroes would be on the trail in no time, and he wasn't about to let a bunch of goody-two-shoes get in his way. No, not after all the hard work and effort that was put into stealing these goods. Wondering if the police car at least had decent radio, Tracker's fingers turned the knob and listened as a host on an AM channel began droning on and on about the latest news.
As long as there's no mention of us, I couldn't give a damn Letting the voice of the host become background noise, Tracker leaned back in the driver's seat and heaved a sigh. Right now, he might as well enjoy himself and relax slightly. He had the bad feeling that sooner or later, he would be in a high speed game of cat and mouse. Maybe I can get one of the others to do the driving instead When he turned the idea over in his head for a few moments though, Tracker realized that it wasn't very likely. Morph probably wouldn't volunteer and even if she should, Tracker would feel bad about making a lady do all the work. Being a small time 'villain' didn't necessarily mean that he had no code of honor. As for the Visionary, an offer from him would equal the chances of the apocalypse hitting Earth in the next ten minutes. The guy was too much of a big shot to even think of putting his hands on the wheel. Sighing as he realized he would more likely then not be stuck with this less then enviable job, Tracker groaned.