Team Amazing: Justice Taskforce Issue 1

Stupendous Girl crosses her arms in front of to brace for the impact as she leaps from the corrugated rooftop of the watchtower at the dock. The cold night air brushes past her as she lands effortlessly on the cracked pavement below, rolls twice and takes off running. Behind her, bullets smash into the ground, sending jagged splinters of rock flying past her. She ignores a tearing pain in her left arm and keeps running, her toned legs pumping smoothly beneath a blue miniskirt. Turning a corner she darts into the black shadows offered by a nearby warehouse. Hearing the shouts of the guards behind her, she looks for the nearest exit. A door to her left is covered by a rusty padlocked chain, which she breaks with a swift front kick. Running through the dimly lit room she front flips over a construction hole in the floor, missing by mere inches rows of razor sharp rebar covered in germs. Running from pool to pool of light splashed on the floor by flickering utility lamps, Stupendous Girl turns a corner and runs straight into a burly security guard with a mean face and an angry looking automatic rifle. She dispatches him with a neat jumping hurricane kick to the larynx and jumps over his falling body, handplants, and tosses herself through the window at the end of the hall. Falling for what seems like hours instead of mere seconds, she curls herself into a ball, slowing herself down before unraveling for a graceful dive into the icy cold and pitch black ocean below. Utilizing a perfect breaststroke she swims for a twenty yards before coming to the surface, right next to the ladder of the boat floating next to her. Clambering on board she gives a thumbs up to the dark figure in the pilots sea who flashes devilish grin before gunning the engine and turning the wheel sharply, throwing up a sheet of water as the boat races away from the dock at 40 knots. Squinting against the wind and ocean spray Stupendous Girl looks behind her as the dark monstrosity of the military complex that she had just infiltrated fades into the sea night behind her. For a moment she's paralyzed with fear. Did she connect the right wires? Her unvoiced question is answered as the series of warehouses, research labs, and troop barracks explodes in a bubble of white light which slowly fades to orange, lighting the sky with red and wreathing the small peninsula in a halo of smoke.

Turning back around in the boat, she allows herself to relax. "Well, that's one more terrorist base off the list."