Kurt Jeffries leaned over his keyboard. He entered in the username and password form the paper HR gave him. Next, he followed several prompts. Finally, the left screen filled with the email program and the right showed the client-monitoring tool. A face with name tag showed. Lancer’s vitals showed next to the picture.
“Cool.” A smile splashed across Kurt’s face.
“Are you Kurt?” A middle-aged woman pushed a cart into the opening of the cube.
“Yeah,” Kurt stood, looking at the cart.
“Here’s your wrist panel and forcefield belt,” the woman tapped the items. “You need to sync the panel up first.”
Kurt put the panel on his arm and tapped the screen. Text flew across the surface then flashed the same vitals on his monitor.
“Good.” The woman picked up the belt. Her nasal tone picked up in volume. “The tech guys said they couldn’t get it to stretch, so be careful using it.”
Kurt nodded once, placing the belt around his waist.
“Good luck.” The woman waved and pushed her cart through the maze of cubes.
“So far, so good.” Kurt lowered himself to the chair and stared at the monitors. Email chimed and he read the message.
The vitals monitor showed another client.
BATTALION ON MISSION
An ugly face with dark glasses appeared next to the name Battalion. Vitals beeped and scrolled across.
“Oh, man!” Kurt shifted closer to the big screen. “How cool is that? Battalion! I need to get a pic.” Kurt pulled his cellphone out and aimed the camera at the screen.
“I would not do that,” a voice said over the cube wall.
Kurt turned his head. A dark face with pointed ears and lavender eyes looking at him over his cube wall.
“Oh my God!” Kurt’s eyes went wide and his mouth opened. “You’re-”
“Raphael Collins.” A spiky toothed smile showed on the dark face. The dark face disappeared. It reappeared attached to a body a second later in the opening of Kurt’s cube. “I am a teleporter.” He extended a hand towards the slack jawed Kurt.
One of Kurt’s hands drifted up and connected with Raphael’s. Their clasped hands bobbed a few times.
“What is your name?” Raphael let Kurt’s hand go.
“Umm.” Kurt tilted his head. A thin black line flipped back and forth behind Raphael. “Kurt. My name is Kurt Jeffries. Is that a tail?”
“Yes,” Raphael turned his head, looking where Kurt pointed. “I am human. My ability altered my appearance, but I am human.”
“Oh,” Kurt blurted. Color creeped across his cheeks and he swallowed hard. Standing Kurt smiled and looked Raphael in the eyes. “I’m sorry. I’ve never seen anyone that looked like you.”
“I figured,” Raphael smiled. “Maybe we can do lunch and get to know each other better.”
“Yeah,” Kurt nodded. “I would like that.”
BEEP BEEP BEEP!
“Transfer patient procedure.” The sound came from Kurt’s computer. “Priority alert. EMT Jeffries respond.”
“Whoa!” Raphael backed out of the cube. “You should respond to that. Click the button and talk.”
“Right!” Kurt leaned over the mouse and clicked the big red button. “This is EMT Jeffereies. I acknowledge the alert.” He clicked the next button to transfer the display to his wrist panel. “Raphael, where is the launch pad?”
Raphael stepped out of the way and pointed towards a set of double doors with his tail. Kurt paused in the cube door. He nodded then dashed away.
Stepping through the double doors, Kurt let the wind wash over him. Closing his eyes, he centered his thoughts.
Kurt’s torso flattened, then his arms and legs and finally his head. Leaning forward he fell over the edge, riding the wind currents.
“EMT Jeffries enroute.” He flexed his arms and torso to drift in the desired direction. More than once, he dived to gain speed. Kurt aimed for the ground when his wrist panel sounded indicating he was closer.
Shifting to normal, Kurt landed and checked the map on this panel. According to the numbers he was a hundred yards away. Looking around the storage area, he spotted several cement barriers. On the other side, a collection of orange barrels. In one corner were three rows of large green dumpsters. The fence containing everything had circles of razors on top.
Kurt Glanced at his wrist panel. A quick double tap, and it zoomed in. The red indicators appeared next to the dumpsters. He moved towards them and his blue indicator followed. Decrementing number appeared on one corner.
“Almost,” Kurt moved his head as he walked behind a dumpster. The first prone form showed as he stepped into the gap between the dumpsters. “Bronze. I’m EMT Jeffries.” Kurt glanced at the panel on his arm. Bronze’s vitals displayed. “Oh, man. You’re unconscious. It says you’re breathing, but you might have internal damage.”
A heavy, raspy whisper said, “Shit.”
Kurt jumped, then turned to the sound. Another prone form lay around the corner.
“They sent a newbie,” the face of the body turned to the side.
A new red dot appeared on Kurt’s display. It read EMT Davis. His vitals also appeared on the screen.
“You’re wounded, too.” Kurt moved closer to Davis. “What happened?”
“They were caught off guard.”
Kurt turned towards the new voice. A man clad in dark with a motorcycle helmet stood there. The costume looked like police style armor, only scarier. Knee high boots with spikes on the toes added to the menacing sight. The two pistols with muzzles like twin pit bulls pointed at Kurt, and completed the vision.
“Ambush. My specialty,” the dark man said.
A scream exited Kurt’s trembling mouth at the sight. One hand smacked into the belt at his waist and the other extended in the direction of the scary man. A snap hiss sounded and the translucent grey haze of the forcefield covered Kurt. It stopped at the elbow of his extended arm. The warning from earlier rang in his ears.
At the end of the extended arm, Kurt’s hand expanded to the size of refrigerator door. His skin pressed against the dumpster on either side, sealing the bad man on the other side.
“The forcefield doesn’t cover my-”
The rapid staccato sound of gun fire sounded. Kurt’s over-sized hand relayed the sensation of a million needle pricks. It also told him the bullets bounced.
“What the fuck,” the rough, filtered voice of Ambush followed on the tail of last gun shot.
“I’m bullet proof!” Kurt pulled in his hand and arm. The forcefield encased the appendage with a buzz. Balling his other fist, he sent a punch in the direction of the confused villain. When his arm reached full extension, the forcefield halted further progression of his attack.
Ambush leaned back, then straightened. “Forcefields contain, too.” His metallic chuckle sent a shiver over Kurt. Pushing off hard, Ambush lurched through narrow gap.
Kurt flinched back. One hand tapped at his belt while the other flung forward. His softball sized fist connected with the hard helmet and rocked Ambush’s head back. Kurt’s second hand followed suit and Ambush’s advance was halted.
EMT Davis raised his head. “Damn.”
Bronze moaned and moved his head. “Whasshapning..eng?”
“Newb’s winning,” EMT Davis chuckled.
Kurt flailed his arms, sending his fists at different angles that Ambush struggled to block.
It started with one, then two. The next five landed on his torso, helmet, shoulder, and hips. One of Ambush’s arms feebly intercepted the next attack. The one after that, however, nailed him in the chest. Ambush staggered back a step. The next eight fists forced the dark clad man several more paces. He found himself a step past the dumpsters after three blows landed in quick succession. He fell where he stood.
Kurt pulled both his arms back. He draped them over the ends of the dumpsters on either side. His shoulders heaved and he hung his head, gulping air.
Ambush staggered to his feet. In a wide stance, he aimed one of the pistols down the alley of dumpsters. The armor he wore moved as the breathed. “Nothing personal kid. Just a job.” His head tilted to one side and he lined the pistol with his target.
Kurt’s fingers clamped onto the corners of the dumpsters. He extended a leg behind him. It zipped the distance of the dumpsters and past the gap and connected with the fence.
“Whoa!” EMT Davis said, eyeing the leg.
“Isatafoot?” Bronze muttered.
“FORE!” Kurt shifted his hip, sending his extended leg forward. His leg darted over the distance. It looped-de-looped. On the completion of the first loop, Ambush shifted his head up. Kurt’s leg complete four more loops before connecting with the apex of Ambush’s legs.
Both pistols fell to the ground. Ambush’s knees slammed together with a clattering of armor plate and his gloved hands darted to his groin. His head hung and a high-pitched coughing howl escaped the helmeted head.
The form of Ambush jerked into the air, sailing in a perfect arc. It landed with a thump on the other side of the fence and slid several yards before stopping.
“This is EMT Jeffries,” Kurt huffed as he touched his earbud. “I have Bronze and EMT Davis. Ready for transport.”
“Understood, EMT,” the voice said over the earbud. “Your path is cleared for Ladies of Mercy.”
“Acknowledged.” Kurt turned and looked at the two prone bodies. “Gentlemen, here we go.”
Kurt fished two items out of his belt. Placing one on the chest of each person, he then pressed the single button. “I’m not all that strong. This is an anti-gravity field generator.” He extended his arms and flattened his enlarged hands. Scoopping both patients at the same time, Kurt lengthened his legs. His firs step cleared the fence and onto the road. After several steps he sped up his pace and extended each leg a few more yards.
Kurt reached Ladies of Mercy hospital. In the emergency entrance, he laid both on a gurney and processed the paperwork.
“Jeffries,” EMT Davis called. Kurt looked at his co-worker. “Thanks.” Davis lifted a thumb as medical staff wheeled him away.
Kurt Jeffries walked into Special Delivery the next day. He moved to his desk and typed his username and password. Different supers appeared on his screen, but none required him to transport them to a medical facility.
The lunch warning alarm displayed on his monitor. Kurt tapped with the mouse, then stood.
“Excuse me,” a woman’s voice said as he left his cube. “Are you Kurt Jeffries?” The woman held an envelope in one hand.
“Uh, yes.” Kurt shifted to face the woman. “What can I do for you?”
“Take this,” the woman’s pearly white smile flashed. Her emerald eyes sparkled as she handed the envelope to Kurt.
Kurt opened the proffered envelope. Inside he saw a check for $200,000. In the memo field was typed, FOR THE CAPTURE OF AMBUSH.
Kurt’s eyes went to the size of dinner plates and he leaned forward as his mouth fell open.
“Oh, call me,” the woman gave a finger wave as she turned to leave.
Turning the envelope over, Kurt saw a phone number with Melanie under it.