3. Pronto's Triumphant Return

After yelling at Davis’s subordinates Lester lead them outside and they began a search of the immediate area. Finding no clues they returned to their vehicles and were about to leave when Pronto reappeared, coming out of the sky right in front of Lester’s car.

“Sorry,” said Pronto, “I lost him. When you guys were talking I noticed that I was hovering, and must have had my powers back; then I saw that brute guy leaping out the window. I looked back at you guys and it seemed that your conversation was intense and didn’t want to bother you, so I sped after him myself, but once we were outside I lost him. I’ve been looking for him for a while but decided to come back and let you know why I disappeared on you.”

“We’ll thank you for doing so Pronto,” said Lester. “It helps a great deal to know which one is truly the hero so we can focus on finding the villain.”

“All in a days work, gentlemen,” said Pronto as he flew away.

“Does it make any sense that the fast one wouldn’t be able to follow the slow one?” asked Davis.

“Not really,” responded Lester, “but he did come back, and plus he just looks like the hero.”

2. Who's Who

The two of them took their respective supers to different corners of the room and began to interrogate them about themselves and the events of the evening. After what seemed like an eternity of the repeated questions and yelling to the two supers, now know as Brute Force and Pronto, they were put together and the officers tried to discuss their findings.

“So did Brute Force admit he’s the villain here?” asked Lester.

“No, I was hopping Pronto had ‘cause Brute Force has a very believable story,” said Davis. “His story matches up with what happened here and he sounded sincere about just now becoming a hero and seemed excited to work with us.”

“Great,” said Lester, he was starting to hate supers. “Pronto was convincing too. He seemed like he was from a wealthy back ground – you know, the type to not to need to work for money. Quite likely the type to try to give back with his powers. What about Brute Force?”

“Well first the obvious,” said Davis, “his name is a little suspicious, but doesn’t really mean much. I don’t know how much you could see from where you were, but he is a strange looking guy. His skin is a grey color and he has strange bumps on his arms.”

“Sounds like the type to be picked on all the time. That’s not the type to usually try and help people, but more likely to lash back at them.”

“True,” agreed Davis, “but nothing really conclusive. We should probably take them both in and look into things more.”

“I guess so, I just hate transporting two supers; it takes a lot out of me to keep their powers from working, especially while moving.” They turned around and realized that the supers had disappeared. Not paying attention they had put them near the broken window. “How could you let them escape?” Lester turned on the guards. “How hard is it to watch two people?”

“Sorry, sir. I…” Lester cut the guard off and ran to the window. There was no sign of either of them.

1. Confusion at the Bank

Lester Fairbanks usually enjoyed his job. This was not one of those times. He worked for a special department of the FBI and, as a special perk of his unit, was rarely called to work. Sometimes, however, as was the case this night, he got the call. He was always on call, even if he wanted to be on vacation and especially at 3 O’clock in the morning when he’s trying to sleep.

As always the call told him where to go and what to expect, and as he climbed into his under sized sedan he wondered why super humans always picked the middle of the night to start fights inside banks. When he arrived he was immediately greeted by Officer Davis.

“Mornin’ Agent Fairbanks, looks like we got some crazy ones tonight.” Davis was always cheerful at 3 in the morning which irritated Lester.

“What’s the scoop?” asked Fairbanks.

“Well,” said Davis, “we’ve got two supers in there. One appears to be a runner who might be able to fly as well. The other is a strong man. Unfortunately, from what we’ve been able to determine neither of them are known criminals, nor are they registered as superheroes.”

“They always have to make it difficult for me don’t they,” said Fairbanks. “Well let’s try to get this figured out; do you know where in the bank they are?”

Before Davis could answer something came crashing through a second story window. The object came hurling straight at Fairbanks and Davis, and paused right above their heads. “Don’t worry officers,” said the man, “I’ll bring him in.” He then landed slightly in front of the two began to run and in a blink was flying back into the window.

“I guess that was the flying runner,” said Davis.

“Let’s go get them,” said Fairbanks. He focused on the window the flyer had flown back into and closed his eyes. “Tell your men to move in, it should be safe now.”

Davis was always amazed at what Agent Fairbanks did. When they got into the bank the two supers were no longer fighting. The one who had to have been the strong man had subdued the other in the thirty seconds it took the SWAT team to enter after Fairbanks took their powers.

“Officers, good to see you,” the strong man said, “I was having a lot of troubles with this one ‘till your man took our powers.”

“Get off me criminal,” the other said. “Would you quit pretending to be the hero here, it’s really getting on my nerves.”

“Me the criminal?” shouted the strong man. He punched the other as he stood and spoke to Davis, “listen, I followed…”

“Enough,” said Davis. “We’ll all go down town and figure things out there.”

“Actually, it would be easier for me if we did it here,” said Lester as he entered the room. “You take the tough guy, and I’ll talk to the pretty boy over here.”