Strato ran down the dark street. He turned a corner at an intersection and ran to the east. As he ran through the night he saw the familiar face of the Hunter Seekers, chasing after him again. A police car turned out from an alley to directly face him. He pointed his assault rifle at the windshield and pulled the trigger. As the glasses shattered, a shard flew at his face and made a gash across his cheek. He then ran to the car, threw the now dead police officers body to the ground climbed in and made a 360 degree turn. The tires screeched in argument, but Strato turned a deaf ear and slammed on the pedal. He had driven many vehicles with their windshields shot out before so the wind was no longer a problem. Strato sped down the dark streets away from the Hunters, but nobody can run forever. He continued to drive for about 20 seconds until he heard a thud from behind him. He turned his head back and saw one of the Hunter Seekers has jumped onto his trunk and was about to smash the back window to his the car. Strato pulled out a hand gun from under the seat and fired at him. The glasses shattered, and he saw a dark figure roll off his car onto the street. Unfortunately when he turned back to look he noticed that he had driven out on the docks. The car flew off the dock into the ocean water.

To an outsider, Strato would have looked completly dead. He was floating entirly submersed, with no movement at all. A torrent of bubbles had propelled him out through the broken windshield, but he was still unconsious from the “crash”. Suddenly he opened his mouth and seemed to scream. All of the air in his lungs and mouth escaped in a large bubble. Strato clamped his jaws tightly shut and swam in the direction he thought was up. His orientation was completly shot. He didn’t know if he was swimming to safety or just going deeper. When he felt the last few bits of his strength leaving him, Strato thought he had finally came to the end until.

*FWOOSH*

“Looks like you’re not dead yet Strato.” James said in a mocking tone.
Strato snickered, and then tilted his head back, breathing in slowly and closing his eyes while treading water. Suddenly he was flashed with a giant search light from on the dock.
“Come on. There’s nowhere to run. If you give yourself in now you’ll at least get a slightly easier punishment.”
“Strato, there’s nowhere to run.” sighed James. “Looks like it’s over.”
“How far can I teleport?” Strato replied softly.
“Are you listening?” one of his assaliants yelled through a megaphone.
“About 25 feet.” James said through gritted teeth.
“Look, can’t we hack into any other low frequency teleport matrixs?” Strato asked hastily.
“Well, there is a small rift about a mile and a half away from here. It’s a long shot, but hey, don’t have any other choices. Establishing warp gate.” James uttered happily.
“IF YOU’RE PLANNING ANYTHING I SWEAR I WILL HAVE MY MEN SHOOT YOU!” One of the Hunters cocked a shotgun and aimed it at the floating Strato. Strato just gave a half wave, and his skin turned a semi-transparent blue. A flash followed, and Strato had left without a trace.




Time to write Strato's character thing...yeah.