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Augment Alliance - Superhero Peril
Part 1 - Razor’s Busting
By Arthur Hero
It was 11 pm in Grand Island City. Marcus, the stylish operations lead was at his desk in the skyscraper that houses the Augment Alliance team.
His cat jumped on the control panel.
“Off Sky,” he said to the cat.
The cat dropped down and ran over to the bald headed handsome hero in the red latex synthetic suit. Razor.
“You’re quite the pet owner.” Razor said, he stroked the cat.
“I couldn’t just let it wander in the street. She’s kind of like you guys. Just came into my life and have been nuisances since.” Marcus said.
“We save the city from goons, murderers, terrorists, ghouls, ball busting maniacs and we’re nuisances?” Razor asked.
Marcus flashed a smile. “I’m going to head out for the night. Keep patrol on watch for me? It’s a slow night.”
“I planned on doing a ride on my bike near the warehouses. Just to make sure nothing’s getting smuggled in.” Razor said.
“Be careful.” Marcus said. “Call in for backup if you notice anything. It’s been quiet. Too quiet.”
“I’ll bring the kitty for back up.” Razor said.
Marcus exited with the cat.
Razor suited up his suit. His red codpiece, if you could call it that, clung to his cock and testicles like a second skin. His cock yoyo’d up and down in its 10 inch glory. The veins could be seen when it was erect.
Razor rode through the streets in his motorcycle. The red stream of light whirred near the back ally’s of the warehouses.
Razor was a veteran. His brown skin, bald head, and ruby red suit zoomed through the streets. Minutes later, Razor rode through the warehouse district.
His motorcycle’s red taillight smeared across rain-slick pavement while fog drifted through the maze of shipping containers.
Grand Island City sounded different after midnight.
Less traffic.
More echoes.
The distant groan of cargo cranes.
Failing streetlights.
Water dripping through rusted catwalks.
His visor flickered.
UNAUTHORIZED ENERGY SIGNATURES DETECTED
The warning duplicated briefly before stabilizing.
“Yeah,” Razor muttered. “That tracks.”
He parked behind a rusted container and killed the engine.
Silence rushed in.
Ahead, three unmarked trucks sat beneath weak dock lights.
No logos.
No workers.
Only shadows moving cargo.
He tapped his comm.
“Alliance Tower. Razor here. Marcus already leave?”
Static.
Then interference.
A burst of digital screeching filled his earpiece.
One of the cargo containers shifted.
Not moved.
Shifted.
Steel bent outward from within.
A massive armored hand punched through the side.
Orange heat glowed between reinforced plates.
“Oh, seriously?”
The container exploded open.
Brutes.
Three of them.
Burned skin reinforced with industrial armor.
Steam hissed from vents buried in their shoulders.
Behind them stood a towering mutant figure in black tactical armor. It was Krieg.
“You keep making this easy,” Krieg said through his mask. “I smell hero spunk.” He smacked his lips and kissed towards Razor. I’m going to have fun breaking your codpiece open like an egg so I can suck out that powerful protein.
Razor stepped away from the motorcycle.
“Was hoping for a boring shift.”
“You had one.” Krieg said.
The warehouse lights died.
One row at a time.
Then another.
Then another.
Darkness consumed the docks.
Razor’s visor flashed violently.
SIGNAL JAM DETECTED
BACKUP UNAVAILABLE
Static crawled across the display.
Krieg spread his arms.
“Past tense.”
Razor flexed his gloved hands.
The augmentation implants buried throughout his body hummed quietly. His codpiece jiggled. The augment device in his testicles was powering him up. An erection was a side effect of his power levels gaining.
“Beautiful coiled cock.” Krieg said.
“Right,” Razor said.
An ambush.
The first Brute charged.
Heavy footsteps thundered across the steel deck.
Razor moved first.
Rain exploded sideways as the dock became chaos.
He fired a grapnel line and launched himself across the platform, narrowly avoiding the Brute’s charge.
Spinning, he delivered an augmented punch into its shoulder plating.
Metal cracked.
The Brute barely reacted.
Its fist connected with Razor’s chest.
Air vanished.
He flew backward through stacked barrels and crashed into a loading rail hard enough to bend it.
His visor flashed.
IMPACT DAMAGE DETECTED
Razor coughed and forced himself upright.
Already injured.
Already outnumbered.
Already isolated.
And for the first time in years, he realized something unsettling.
This wasn’t a random encounter.
This wasn’t a patrol gone wrong.
Krieg hadn’t stumbled onto him.
Krieg had been waiting.
The trap had already sprung.
And Razor had just stepped into the center of a brutal ambush.
“Come out hero!” We’re just getting started Krieg said.
To be continued…
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