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.”
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