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"Ahh- shit," Tray hated waking up after a fight, it meant he lost and usually that he was laying in some trash-ridden alley near a favorite piss spot for some homeless guy. He felt horrible, and sick. Slowly he pushed himself to his side. Aside from how bad he felt, and how weak he felt he noticed his vision was odd- there was a text screen, and a blinking light on a visor he did not normally wear. There was hair across his face-? Blonde like his own, but much longer- "what the hell-?" His voice was off- he tried to bolt to a sitting position and he about passed out, the blood in his brain was still moving, he was weak, and very sick. His gloves were blue, and full from hand to mid forearm, his hands small. He looked down and confirmed his fears and suspicions- he was a woman. "Ahh- shit," he muttered. "Luness-? You there?" a voice said in his ear. There were sirens in the distance. He looked about and confirmed the alley minus any homeless people. "Casey?" the voice said. A text came through the visor on his face- "Luness- are you okay? Speak to me." "Hush," he said. The pounding in his head was getting worse, climbing towards migraine level pain. He looked at his hands.... not his hands. 'Camera mode request- activate?' the visor asked. "No," he said, hoping the visor was voice activated. The request was denied with a red X over the- 'activate' word itself. "What is going on?" the voice asked. "Just let me think," Tray said using the wall to get to his feet, he stumbled in the woman's heels- he had never worn heels. He looked down at his chest- there was a lot of it, and the narrow waist, and female... private.... flatness that told him he was female without having to touch or feel. A man flew in and landed next to him, grabbed him about the waist and ass and took him skyward so fast he lost consciousness. "Wake up," the man said again. Tray pulled back, shoving and falling from the man's arms, and plummeting. The man grabbed him- Tray almost screamed when the grip threatened to crush his wrist, and nearly dislocated his shoulder when the guy stopped. "What did you do to me?" "Wha-?" Tray was confused.... he was looking at himself.... or himself wearing Luness' visor. "You took my mind from my body and put me into this one. Who are you and what did you do?" he asked grabbing Tray under the arms. "I did this?" Tray managed to ask with a bit of sarcasm, "I did this?" "You-" he started to speak but something cut him off. Tray looked about. He was not accused to being held, and he was finding it annoying. His head was pounding and he still felt very sick. They were perhaps a thousand feet up looking down at his city. "I was chasing, Majestic and he blasted me, then I woke in that alley," Tray told him, "now you-" "Shut up," he said. Something happened, Tray realized a moment later that he had done something with Luness' powers and that had broken the man's grip. Tray flailed as he fell. He had started flying when he was sixteen, that was when his powers came. He could not remember not knowing how to fly, it was like driving a car or riding a bike or- even closer to the truth- walking. But her powers were different. Luness was a solid light projector, he knew that, he had seen her fight villains. She had helped him against Majestic, and at least one other time. They had talked months ago, briefly during a fight. How he had fallen five hundred feet in seconds he had no idea, perhaps he was in and out of consciousness or.... 'Solid energy, I need something to be on to fly,' he thought, getting control of his falling. He tried to create a sky cycle or something scifi-ish, but not even a blip of a hint of power did anything. He tried to create a parachute but again, nothing. All of a sudden his body was beside him, grabbing him about the waist, he wrapped his arms about the man's neck- 'I feel so little,' he thought. They were pulling out of the dive, down into the street, below the street signs and light posts. Spiraling up. Tray let the guy hold him, as he turned and looked down, he felt so odd and realized that for almost twenty years he had carried people and never once thought of how much they feared or how weird it must be to trust someone so totally. "Thanks," Tray said. "I want my body back," Tray's body said as they came to a hover, then they lost twenty feet of altitude and swooped to the right and landed on the Duffle Building. It was a little rough, they both stumbled, but both managed to stay on their feet. Tray stumbled because he was in heels- 'ya, I can't wear these.' "Okay, who are you?" "Luness right now, but this morning I woke up as Major," Tray stumbled as he moved to an air conditioner or something. It was tall, but he managed to hop up and sit on the edge of it. "You-?" "Luness. "Majestic, he's a mage, he must have cast a spell- something," Luness went to touch her new face but stopped short when he saw his hand. "We need to get on thi-" "No, I have a person on this. You need to... dammit- there is no way," Luness said touching the ear of the nearly wrap around visor. "What is it, Casey?" Tray asked. Luness looked at him, staring at him, then snapped- "you said my name?!? What is this your first day on the friggin' job?" While Luness argued with herself Tray tried to create something from the solid light and managed to create a ball, it was squishy and soft. Next he made a racket- little more then a handle on a flat thing, and he swatted at the ball, but it all disappeared. He tried a force field, and created one, laughed and poked at it, but could not touch it. He kept it up for nearly a minute before it started to feel stuffy and- he dropped the field and felt a rush of air. "Good to know," he muttered. "What-?" Luness asked walking back towards him. "Your force field- it's sealed, air does not get through it, means smoke does not get through it either," he said. "Listen Casey, no matter who you are, you have my body," Tray looked himself over- Six foot, about one ninety, blonde hair that was actually cover for his red hair, he was ripped with muscles like he worked out all the time, handsome- he could have modeled if he had wanted to, he looked mid twenties but he was actually coming up on thirty nine. He did not look like he could swing an armored car over his head, but he could. "So I have to trust you, I have no way back to my body without you. Do you understand?" Slowly, Casey nodded. "I am Tray Larson, an architect, small firm, nothing special, work out of my home on the lower East side. Wife, no kids, a dog and a cat," he said wanting to hop down but dreading the though that he would have to walk in heels again. "Your name is Luness also known as Casey by the little voice in your ear- a man," Tray said. Luness thought about it. "Start from the fight- you were still up when I was hit, so you chased Majestic?" She nodded- "ya, I saw you hit, saw you go down then.... I took chase, I could not hurt him, but I had seen.... I had seen this thing come out of you, and I wanted to get that. I had no idea what it was, but I knew he did not need it- okay, I know, dammit- shut up. Ya, so... I grabbed it and he blasted me, and I don't know. I woke up in your body at the fight and people were calling me Major and.... I flew without thinking." "You found me, and that is where I am caught up," Tray said. Again, Luness nodded- "I have this thing I have to be to tonight, and..." "Make an excuse, you can't go," Tray told his body, "your dress won't fit." Luness chuckled then smiled looking down at himself. She started to cry, but managed to control it. "You are so calm about this," Luness said. "I have been a super for almost twenty years," he said, "this is my first body switch," he looked down then inhaled and let the exhale out, watching the movement of her breasts more then he wanted to admit, "listen... we stay calm, trust each other, and we will make it back to our own bodies, but we have to work together." Luness nodded- "Clockwork is his name- he is a friend. My gene broke when I was in high school he was with me then. He's got a family and asked that you not know his name." "Fair enough, and you?" "Cassidy Foord," she said it slowly. "Cassidy Foord-?" "Cassandra Lynn Foord," she said it again as though helping him with the clues. "As in John Foord's youngest daughter?" Tray asked. Slowly Casey nodded. "Wow," Tray said looking down at himself again. Tray knew exactly who she was. Her father had been a billionaire, made his first billion off the backs of investors over the last twenty years, then when regulations lacked, he exploited the laws and made a few more billion off the blood sweat and tears of the countries labor force. When the law finally dropped on his head he was worth a few less billion then the tenth richest man in the world. He had six children two ex wives and a couple girlfriends. He went to trial and lost almost everything, ended up in a transport to prison and died of a heart attack. His children and wife split the money that was left (a few million per as he understood). He had heard that most of the kids were partying it up in LA, but two of the children were here. Casey was the only child of his that seemed to have a plan- modeling, while she went to school, liberal arts if he recalled. "Please-" Tray held up a hand to stop her- "Clockwork- I gave you some information, I want that deleted off the video. Understand?" Luness nodded- "he did- or is." "Okay, I can't fly yet so you need to teach me," Tray said. Slowly Casey taught him to make solid things with his mind, and make them float, she created things from the air around them, it was not actually light, it was just the way the creations reacted to the ambient light that made them look like solid light. "So you actually have air powers?" Tray asked. "Closer to a form of telekinesis- but.... well, I can't control anything other then what I create, or form." Tray put up a force field and created a surfboard thing under his feet. "Okay, we are headed to my home-" "I can't- I mean, I can-" "You are about to meet your wife," Tray said floating up. "Wait- no, I.... we need a plan?" Luness said. Tray took another breath- "here is the plan- Clockwork is already gathering intell on Majestic, has quite the file on him. I am going to my home where I have a computer that I do all kinds of research on, and I have lots of information on Majestic. I will email that to him, and he will email what he has. Then we will work at finding Majestic and make him reverse this." Slowly, Luness nodded- "okay." They went up, then moved slowly across the city, Tray felt like he would fall off the board at any moment. It took far more concentration to fly then with his own powers. "Okay, I think I need you to carry me. We have to move very quickly to get where we are going or people might see us and...." "Right," Luness said coming up along side him. Luness stood and Tray stepped from his board to his own foot, then Luness wrapped his arms around Tray. "This feels really weird," Casey said trying to find a way to hold Tray. "Back riding works if you know how to fly, but you do not, so I would rather you held me in front," Tray said, moving one of his- no, Casey's hands to his rear, "and you have to hold me," the other he moved to his back. Casey seemed to understand. 'How many women have I carried like this? With them it was a little sexual. Men, I would never grab the ass of, but she tried to carry me like I carried them and it was scaring the fuck out of me,' he thought. 'Need to rethink how I carry people.' Tray pointed and directed, they flew in and dipped into the alley landing at the top of a set of stairs that would take them into the basement of a building. Tray almost fell down the stairs as he hurried to get to the bottom, he found a keypad and typed in a code, opened the door- Casey led, and Tray closed the door. A light came on and they moved through the basement to an old elevator shaft without a bottom. Tray created a board and floated down, with Luness following. "You are using my powers very well," Tray complimented her. "It takes a lot of focus to use my powers- I guess you know that, so using powers like your's- really easy," Luness said as they followed the shaft down and into a tunnel. The shaft continued down for another ten or so feet. Tray was seldom in here with light, but the glow of Case's powers gave him enough light to see by. They flew laterally about a hundred plus feet. The tunnel continued on off into the darkness but Tray stopped them at a non descript metal door. "You have to open it," Tray told him. Luness grabbed the handle and pulled, the door clicked and swung open. "How strong are you?" "Not as strong as you would think- about ten tons is my max lift without effort," Tray answered as they moved in. The door swung shut behind them. "That door takes about a thousand pounds of effort to open," he said, "designed that way." They went up another shaft, finding a metal grate. Again, Casey opened it. They were in the bottom of another elevator shaft. They floated up and around the outside of the car. At the top floor Tray flipped a level on the door and pushed it open. There was a woman standing there looking at him- "what the hell-?" "Megan- stop," Tray told her. "Hi," Luness said with a little wave. "Inside," Tray gestured. They stepped in and the door slid closed behind them. They were inside a foyer, only one door. Each floor had one apartment, a little over two thousand square feet of living space. "We need to talk," Tray told her. Megan was looking at Luness then at Tray- "care to explain?" "We swapped bodies," Tray told her. Megan stood there a moment looking between them then shrug- "oh, okay, well come on in." As they entered the blinds closed. Windows that were already darkened were blocked from the outside all together. Tray reached up and pulled down his mask, he felt like he could breath. When Casey tried to pull down his mask she was stopped- "what-?" Tray stepped over and had him bend down then he took off the mask- a one piece mask that looked like a face mask but was really a hood that covered his whole head. Megan cleared her throat at the sight of her husband. "Majestic- hit me with something, I went out, woke up in an alley like this," Tray gestured, then looked at his own body, short red hair, handsome face, "in a nut shell." "Ahh- I... I saw Major take a hit, he.... he crashed, I chased Majestic, he had something- something that came from Major, I tried to recover it- he dropped it, and blasted me. I woke up at the.... ah- here in his body," Luness said with her- his, hands in a hopeless slight gesture. Megan was looking at them suspiciously. "Did it occur to you that Majestic could have you in an alternate reality trying to figure out who you are?" Megan asked Tray, "or that this could all be an illusion? Or that-" "I thought about it, but if that is the case we are kind of screwed anyway," he said. Luness slowly raised a hand- "I.... think- I need to pee." They all looked at each other. "Great," Megan muttered. "Come on, I'll help you with it," she said leading Luness towards the bathroom. Tray went over to a mirror on the wall near the entry. Casey was beautiful- twenty one or so years old, long blonde hair, blue eyes, the face of an angel, she had a narrow waist and was fit as fit could be, her breasts were- Tray stepped back, his mind reeling against what he was seeing, what he knew, what was happening. Without knowing how he had gotten there he sat on the couch and just took a few deep breaths. How long he sat there he was not sure, finally he reached down and unzipped Luness' boots, kicking them off. Her costume was a professionally made outfit, made of very expensive materials. He opened the collar of her skintight blouse and realized that it was a front closure, a velcro like material. He stopped short of opening it. On the table was a magazine with John Foord's picture on the cover. Tray opened the magazine and flipped it to a picture of Cassidy- long blonde hair, beautiful, this was a pre-boob job picture so she had little A or B cup breasts, it talked about her education, her own attorney's battle to make sure her fortune was not taken from her. Megan and Casey returned- Luness was wearing civilian clothes- dockers, and a tee shirt. 'Dam, I am actually a good looking guy,' Tray thought to himself. Luness was carrying her goggles, which reminded Tray that he had something he needed to be doing. He got up and went to his laptop, logged out and logged back in as a different user. "I need an email address to Clockwork," Tray told Luness. She gave him what clearly was a fake email address. "So what is the plan?" Megan asked, "I assume you have one?" "Find Majestic," was all Tray said. "Tray-?" He turned and looked at Megan- "Can we talk?" Tray finished the email then set a few things up using his computer. Once he was done he nodded to Luness- "be right back," he said as she took a seat on the couch looking at the magazine. Megan had his costume in arms as they went back into the master bedroom where Tray found his wife's dog and cat sleeping. "I can't believe you would bring her back here," Megan hissed at him in a low tone. "What choice did I have? I have to keep an eye on her and my body, or she could do anything with it," Tray used the same tone, "go off and take off my mask, take pictures and blow my ID. One way or another we are screwed here." Megan nodded. "Okay, okay- you made the right call," Megan said then turned to her dresser and started pulling out clothes- "Megan-?" She looked at him. "I am in here?" She looked at him, questioning him with a look then she nodded- "yes, you are." Tray at on the edge of their bed watching his wife search through her clothes, she found a pair of pants and a blouse. "I don't want to be a woman," he said. Megan got him to his feet- "well you need to clean some of that alley urine off, I was not sure what that smell was, but right now with you in the room I realized what it was. Come on, you are about to get an education." Megan helped him out of Luness' costume. "Well.... I guess you get those boobs you always wanted me to have," she told him. Tray nodded taking down his bodies panties and then taking off her bra, he took a breath looking at his new body. Casey was incredible looking. Megan looked at him in the mirror- "try not to take to long." Tray turned on the shower then stepped inside, the water stung against his breasts so he turned, soaking his hair- it reached almost to the middle of his back. He got it soaked then took three pumps from his shampoo. He had only ever had long hair once, during a fight with The Beautician. She could control people's bodies- hair and nail growth was the dumbest powers he had seen her use, it was the muscle cramps and control of limbs and powers that made her tough. He got the shampoo into her hair on top, not sure how to wash it, so he let the shampoo rinse through. It was so heavy. Liquid soap into his hands, he scrubbed on her-his face then rinsed, keeping her hair in the water as much as possible, he got her arms, and armpits then felt her breasts, belly- he was feeling really weird and he wanted to explore. He slipped a hand down between her legs, finding her privates shaved and clean. He felt so ready before he started. "What the fuck!" Luness snapped when she saw her body, "you took a shower in my body!?!" "Keep it down-" "No! No- you do not get to take a shower in my body and say- keep it down-" "I smelled like homeless, drunk guy piss," Tray said, in an attempt to defend his actions "nothing happened." "Nothing happened-? Bullshit! You felt me up- you were back there long enough to- to-" "Take a shower," Megan pointed, "go. Go do what you think he did. Go jerk off- go on." Casey looked angry, breathing heavily. After a moment they thought it was over, but she got up- "fine." She went into the bedroom. "What did you do to her body?" Tray felt a little embarrassed. "Really-?" Tray nodded- "big boobs, tight little twenty one year old body.... how could I not?" Megan rolled her eyes and headed for the kitchen. Tray was following right after her. He wanted to talk to her about it, about how it felt. It had been weird and incredible and he wanted to talk to her. "Want to help-?" "No, I want you to get your body back," Megan pointed to the computer. Tray looked at the goggles on the coffee table, pointed at the couch. Tray went over and checked his email, then checked the monitoring he had set up. Nothing unusual, other then a little more radio traffic then usual, it was all scrambled better then his system could crack in the five minutes he had to work on it. Internet signal, he grabbed a history from that and would go through it later or have Megan look at it. The secret camera he had set up in his living room recorded Casey and Megan talking after Casey had flipped through the magazine. She had adjusted him just before she went to talk to Megan. Casey was also watching Megan's ass and breasts. Megan was beautiful, she was in great shape for a woman in her early thirties. She had long dark hair, B cup breasts, and very intelligent looking. He stowed that information from the monitors away then deleted the recording and grabbed Luness' goggles and pulled them on- "Hay, um- Luness, how goes it?" Clockwork asked sounding a little nervous. "Ya, its weird. What have you got?" Tray asked as he pulled his hair around to try to get more of the water out of it. He had not dried it because it was just to much and he had not idea how to do that. "Majestic- you have more on his history then I do.... recently he's gathering money, and this last job.... looks like he stole something from the warehouse- probably should go down there and talk to the cops or the manager of that warehouse, find out what was stolen. As far as location- I got nothing," Clockwork said. "Okay.... thanks for the help," he said then took off the goggles and set them aside so that he could work on his computer without concern for being spied on. Majestic was a mage, usually worked with or for someone. Tray had been at brawls where Majestic had been but never fought him one on one. He used the elements- fire, air, water, and sand blasting- he could even combine or modify them- electrical blasts or steam or rocks. He was a pretty powerful villain, what made him tough was his protective charms, much like a force field but... he was nearly impossible to hurt. Rumor had it that he had a weakness, something that could get through the field. Tray had no idea what that was. Every fight he had been in he had escaped from because he could teleport or fly or walk through walls to get away. Tray tapped on his computer searching for information on a spell that might take someone from their body and place it in another. He found many rumors and- Megan brought him a bowl of soup- "she sure is taking her time." "Ya... well, I am thirty nine," Tray smiled a little, trying to make light of it. "Should I go check on her?" "No, just leave her alone." As Megan started to move away Tray tapped her hand and pointed to the screen where he had typed her a message. "I am sorry about this," he said. "Me too.... its not... just get your body back," Megan said then leaned in and kissed Tray lightly on the lips, their eyes staring at each other. The bedroom door opened and Tray closed the document and started eating. Casey had put back on the same clothes. She looked embarrassed.... "Sorry... I was mad earlier," she said to them both. "It's understandable, I should have asked," Tray said to her as he got up. "Are we even now?" Slowly she nodded- "ya... I-" "Don't really want to know," Tray said with a gesture as he tossed the goggles to her, "we are leaving as soon as you get feed and changed." "Okay." Megan had fixed Casey a steak, beans, and some vegetables, knowing that her husband needed protein for his power supply. "Ten years we have been married, I know what that body needs," Megan said with a look as Tray took his bowl to the sink where he washed it. Tray grabbed a couple bites of the steak that Megan had left in the pan for herself then went to the laundry room where he checked on Luness' costume. Megan had washed and dried it. He had not realized that his shower and Casey's had taken so long. He pulled off his top, and pulled on Casey's bra- it was a tough thing to put on a bra for the first time, but he managed, then her panties- silk and sexy. He felt her ass. She was in great shape. Pants were next, they were tight but slide right on, the waist came almost up to her breasts. The blouse- short sleeved, came down to her waist and was a kind of double breasted thing. He surmised that it would take a well practiced person about ten seconds to get the whole thing on. He found her gloves but did not pull them or her socks on, instead he founded Megan's clothes and left them on the dryer. There was an apartment wide chime indicating that someone was coming up. Quickly Tray changed back into the clothes Megan had given him. He peaked out to see Megan at the door talking to someone through the slit in the door. Casey was standing behind and to the side of the door, out of sight. It was Jack and Melissa Williams, a six o'clock meeting he had set up to go over the changes to their remodel. He had completely forgotten. Megan informed them that they had had a bad meal and that they were in pretty bad shape. She implied that he- Tray, was really sick. She apologized many times and promised to make it up to them. The door closed Megan gestured Casey silent and to move to the bedroom, and Tray to go back in and change in the laundry room. They floated down, Casey pushed open the door and they were out into the tunnel, following it the opposite direction. "Here," Casey handed him the goggles, "it's part of my mask, if people see you wearing it they might think something weird is going on." Tray agreed and put it on. They traveled a couple hundred feet to a grate with a door in it. Tray tapped on a keypad inset in the wall and pushed the door open. A moment later they were in a subway tunnel. "How many ways in and out do you have?" "Just the two, but I can come from a lot of different directions," he said, thinking that he should have used the subway entry, it would have confused Casey as to their location, but what was done was done. They flew down the tunnel under their own power then exited and headed back to the scene of the theft. Tray was still getting warn out by the focus required to fly. He decided that he needed to practice and so he started creating small items, armor, and weapons as he flew along. "Clockwork, can you give us a moment?" Casey asked Tray. "Monitor off," came up on the goggles, "audio off." "It says off," Tray said as they came to a halt some four hundred feet above the city streets. "I want my body back, this is a nice vacation but I want my body back. Okay?" Slowly Tray nodded wondering why she would want privacy for that. "I... I have never felt anything like what I felt a little while ago, and.... I liked it, but I.... I want my body back," she said. Tray agreed with another nod. "Did you want to... say anything?" It took Tray a moment- "I have always been kind of curious, but never thought I would get the chance- now that I have, I am no longer curious and I want my body back." Casey nodded a single time. "Push your chest out, smile more, and... try to flirt, and if Detective Rogers is there..... be nice to him and call him Brian," Casey said. "Okay- anything else?" Casey did not seem to have anything else. "Don't look down, keep your head up, confidence. You always have a plan, and you always know what is going on, even when you don't," Tray told Casey, "when you talk make more of a point. Listen more and talk less." Casey again nodded- "right, less exposition." Tray nodded, trying to find his posse, he stood up, the platform he was on got bigger, thicker, and more stable. His head was throbbing from the focus. The dropped down, Casey lowered at about a forty five degree angle to the ground until she was just about to touch then she dropped- not so smooth, but good, Tray thought as he lowered down easily. There was a couple cops around, Meta Response was gone, and a clean up crew was still cleaning up the hole in the wall. Detective Rogers- an MR investigator was there still. Casey nodded to Tray then at the clean up crew. "Detective Rogers," Casey called to the worn and tired looking thirty year old fifth generation Italian American. Tray stumbled a little muttering under his breath about the heels and how much he hated them. "Gentlemen," Tray said with his chest forward and a smile, "might I be of assistance to you in this clean up?" "Hay, Luness- how are you?" "Good- and yourself?" Tray was hoping the man was good with that level of familiarity, he had no idea who he was. Tray looked at the busted walls and rubble as the guys retreated from the area, obviously they expected help from Luness and knew what she would do. Tray created a large shovel and pushed it through the debris then lifted it and dropped it into the dump truck. It took two lifts but he got the big stuff. "Thanks," a couple of the guys said. He felt really odd with the way the guys were looking at him. He felt like he was in a gay bar being looked at and sized up by the men there. Tray nodded to them and walked back towards his body and Detective Rogers. "Hi Brian," Tray said as he walked up. Rogers nodded and smiled a little. Casey reached out and touched the side of Tray's head; Casey turned the goggles back on. Rogers seemed to have noticed the contact as being a little to familiar for his tastes. 'Camera mode request- activate?' the visor asked. "Did you know Detective Rogers?" Casey asked Tray. "Yes," Tray answered. "We have been at a few scenes like this," Tray said. 'Audio and video activated,' the screen said. "So what did I miss?" Tray asked looking from one to the other. Rogers smiled- tried to keep it secret to him- "Majestic was a distraction. A truck arrived just before he attacked, while the attack and fight was going on the four guys loaded the truck with a ton of iron bars." "Super powers-?" "Fork lift," Rogers said. 'I would bet money he knows her secret ID,' Tray thought, 'and that he and she have dated.' "Why would he do that?" 'Magical ritual,' a text came across the goggles, 'a binding cage.' "I don't know," Casey said then cringed when she realized her error. 'Say it,' the text said. "Magic binding, a cage, I bet he's binding something," Tray said trying to not sound like himself, which he felt he was pulling off. Casey was failing terribly at being Major. "Ahh- can we have a look around, Br- Detective Rogers?" 'She is flirting with him!' Detective Rogers looked at Major then at Luness. Tray smiled a little at him. "Ya, come on," he said leading them towards the hole in the warehouse wall. Tray caught Casey's hand and looked at her critically. Casey seemed to understand. Quickly, and without stumbling even once Tray caught up to Detective Rogers- "so did anyone find anything like a video taped confession or.... any thing?" 'Good,' the text said, 'flirt more, they have a history. Try to joke a little.' "Video cameras inside went dead just before the truck arrived, then went back up when you guys attacked him. We are running facial recognition on the guys on the truck, but the video is bad," he said then glanced at Tray, and whispered- "can you get Michael to look at it?" Tray nodded and whispered back- "ya. Can you sent it to me or...?" "Usual place about two hours," he whispered. Tray nodded then gave him a little smile. 'He wants a kiss,' Tray thought. "Not here," he whispered and Rogers backed up. "Ya, that is about it," he said, then said to Casey- "unless you have super vision or something?" Casey smiled at him. Tray gave a slight sideways motion of his head. "Nope." "Well then that is about it," Rogers said, "wish I could help you." They left through the back roll up door, Casey took to the air very fast, Tray took a moment to get a platform then flew out and up. "Michael?" Tray asked. "Clockwork, please," the voice said. Tray and Casey were at the same elevation. "G'ahh- I about blew it, made you look gay- ahh, dammit!" "Calm down, nothing was hurt. Now he is going to drop off the video footage in about two hours at the 'usual place,' so I assume you know where that is?" Slowly Casey nodded with a look- "I.... we have to tell him-" "No-" "He'll want to kiss you- we have a thing, its just sex and.... ya, pretty much just sex," she said looking bothered by it. "Can we just get away, grab the disc and go type thing?" "Maybe, but he's going to want a kiss at the very least and to know if you want to hook up tonight," Casey was taking it hard. Tray was struggling to keep his focus- "I have to land," he said. He moved fifty or so feet to the side and landed on the roof of a nearby building. "The more people we tell the harder it's going to be to keep the secret," Tray told Casey when she landed on the roof. 'Dam, I am tall,' Tray thought. "I know, but I trust him.... I trust Brain.... and- are you going to sleep with him?" "No. Tell him before that happens, but.... if we can find Majestic then we can get out of this, post haste and get back to who we are without anyone knowing. Now let's try to track Majestic on the streets-" "How-?" "Eye witnesses," Tray answered, "and as little of power usage as we can." For almost two hours they walked down the sidewalk talking to people, getting directions and pointed fingers and thanks and pats on the back. "Eight blocks- he was headed north, he could have turned any direction, but eight blocks north," Tray's ankles were killing him. "That one guy said he went straight up," Casey said glancing back at the man that was watching him, a little smile on the man's face made Casey turn away and look down. "You okay?" "I think he's gay," Casey said, "he keeps watching me." "He is, not a concern," Tray said as they stepped up onto a platform, Tray took them skyward. "Feels weird being on someone else's platform," Casey said. "Why did he not just teleport?" "Here is something," Clockwork said, "Majestic is like a D&D wizard, he studies spells to learn them, then retains them all day, he can use them- well, D&D wizards use them once and they are done, more like a Arcanist.... anyway. So maybe he studied something else and could not fit in the teleport spell." "Fair assumption, but lets not rely on that. Okay, so he was headed north, but that does not rule out him letting people see him go north and then turning south," Tray said. "Luness- can you tell Major to drop by our drop and pick up a package?" Clockwork aka Michael said. "Clock says to go to your drop and pick up something," Tray told her. So they went back up into the air. "How can you be so calm about having to make out with my boyfriend?" "I am not calm about it. I just can't do anything about it right now," he said crouching down on the platform he followed Casey, thinking about how disgusting it was going to be to kiss a guy- Tray really hoped it did not get that far. A dozen blocks away they landed in an alley, Casey moved a box and picked up a shoebox then they took to the air, moving three blocks away then landing. Tray's head felt like it would explode so he sat down on someone's rooftop chair. "You okay?" Clockwork asked. "Head is killing me, feels like I am fighting a migraine," he said as he looked at Major he realized what the stop had been for- goggles for Major. "So you are the research and brains of the operation and she is the muscle?" "I heard that," Casey said. "I do on the spot research, it helps her, most of the time I am not here though," Clockwork replied with an easy practiced tone to the lie. "Okay, so demon or spirit or what binding?" "Spirits and demons- neither, when summoned by some spells can get through iron. If the demon shows in its raw, material form it's.... then iron is nothing to it, but in its spiritual possession form, iron is the thing," Clockwork responded. "Well considering that he took our spirits from our bodies without any problem I would say he's powers are focused on the spirit. So... is there anything else?" "He needs raw earth under him or he has to build a cage that is floors and ceiling as well as walls," Clockwork said, "can we assume-" "Assume that we know nothing, but come up with theories and realize it might change," he said then looked at Casey. "You have class in the morning?" "Ya," she said with a questioning tone to her voice. 'Have you given any thought to how to get Majestic to switch you guys back?' a text came through from Clockwork, Tray realized that his audio was shared with Casey and the text was not. Tray nodded. "Okay, tomorrow is tomorrow, so lets find Majestic..... how do we find Majestic?" 'You know as soon as you try to get him to switch you back he is going to not do it and use your bodies?' Clockwork texted again. Again, Tray nodded. "Do you have a headache?" "Pounding, throbbing kind," Tray answered Casey. 'You can't let him take you from your bodies,' Clockwork texted, 'because he will not give them back.' "Ya, ya, its a pounding thing that is only getting worse," Tray said. Casey checked her costume for pockets then stepped over to Tray. "I have a pocket, just inside my blouse on the left." Tray pulled his top open a bit, exposing some cleavage. Casey took the card from the little pouch then flew up and out. "I sent a signal to your radio, its channel is changed, I am monitoring Major," Clockwork said. "Are you thinking that this might be it for you guys?" "I am never beaten Clock, its... getting out of this is going to be a level of verbal and social trickery that I do not have. I am not practiced at it, nor am I good at it. So.... I am very reluctant to tell him our situation, and let him fix us without having reinforcements on deck waiting," Tray said watching as the sun was starting to fade from the sky finally. "You love her a great deal don't you?" Tray asked. "More then you can imagine," Michael said. "Sorry, Major I turned her radio down to let her get some rest, what did you need?" "Its okay, I am just going to get a couple bottles of water," Casey said. A couple minutes more of rest and Casey was giving Tray a bottle of over the counter pain pills and a bottle of water. Tray took two pills and drank half the bottle of water. "Guess you were thirsty," he joked. They landed on the top floor of a parking structure. Detective Rogers was waiting next to his sedan. "A moment," Rogers said to Casey. Casey looked at the lines of the parking lot as she walked away. Tray stepped within arms reach of the Detective, he offered over a disc- "whatever you find, let me have a copy before you go off and start blasting stuff." "I will have Michael send you a copy," Tray said. "Meet later?" he asked taking Tray's hand. 'Oh, God I am going to be sick,' Tray thought to himself. "Cass- listen I know this is a casual thing, and you have your girlfriends and boyfriends.... I said I love you, and I do, I mean it. I am not interested in money, or fame, I just want-" "Not right now, Brain. Okay-? Life just got a whole lot more complicated and I am not needing the pressure right now, so please...." He nodded- "school, this crap with your Dad, hero-ing- all of that, I get it. I will wait." "Okay, thank you," Tray said wishing right then that he had broken free of the Detective but he had not. "I love you, Cass," he said then stepped in, Tray wanted to pull back, wanted to knock the guy on his ass, but he had a part to play. Actors did things like this all the time, straight guys kissed in movies, straight women kissed as well, playing the part of a gay. At first it was lips, just lips then hand on the back of Tray's neck and tongue. Tray went with it. As kisses went it was not bad, it was warm, wet- not sloppy, passionate, and... strong. He would never admit to it but it was one of the better first kisses he had ever had. 'I think my pussy is a little wet, like a partial hard on,' he thought watching Rogers get into his car, 'God dammit, I want to puke or go play with myself or both. Pretty sure I would not get anywhere with playing with myself.' "You okay?" "Ya, fine, just... those pills did not help," he lied to Clockwork as Casey walked up to him. "We should go," Casey said looking depressed. "I hate to ask, but can you carry me?" "Sure." Casey flew them to the north end of town, landed them on a roof. She produced a key from a lock box and opened the stair door. They went inside. Tray was walking slower then he had before because the metal steps were making a sound that was echoing in the stairwell. Down one floor into an office building that was under construction. They found a man- Michael, sitting at a table with a half dozen laptops, power cords leading to him, camera monitors, and electronic gizmos. He was not handsome, in fact he was a geek- bad skin and hair, thick glasses, brown tee shirt with a long dead TV series on his chest, and five day old pants. "Michael," he said putting out his hand to Tray. They shook hands. Michael smelled of dirty laundry, and sweat. He looked tired. "Not sure," Tray answered. "Have a seat," he nodded to the chair he had gotten up from. Tray wanted to tough it out, but if he could not get the pain in his head down then he would be no use to Casey against Majestic. He woke, there was sunlight coming around the center column of the building, missing him by a few feet. "Hay," Michael shook him again, "time to get up." Tray looked down at himself, then around the room, he was still in Casey's body, and his body was on the floor, curled up with a coat under his head. "I need a couple more hours I think," Michael said. Somewhere he had gotten another office chair and was working from it. Michael was running some kind of program on a face from the video. It was morphing the face of one of the four men, changing it, seeking out something as another computer redrew the face. The others showed a half dozen views from a half dozen cameras. Obviously Michael did not have those awesome reconstruct faces from bad videos that were on every cop show. This one was slow and seemed to be working its own way through. "You have been at it all night?" "Couple hours of sleep here and there, I am good," he said. Michael nodded to Casey- "She went out, there was a car accident- if you want to watch, I have it all on video." "Later, right now.... I need to use the restroom," Tray stood up, stretching, he felt a thousand times better. "Other side of the elevator, use the left one- it's the cleanest," he said watching Tray walk away. Tray walked barefoot to the bathroom. He did not recall taking off his boots and deduced that Casey or Michael had taken his boots off. He found a tube of disinfectant wipes and gave the toilet a once over it barely needed then he stripped down to the necessary level and sat. So much urine flowed from him he felt a rush, a sexual rush. He sat there, wanting to get the rest of the urine out, but farted. Then something else started coming, something he had not expected. He was relieved, and felt a little lighter a few minutes later. When he was done he cleaned up, washed his hands and watched the young woman, who was almost half his age. She had nice hair, big breasts, and a great body- he leaned against the sink and put his forehead to the glass mirror then whimpered, trying to stop the tears, the fear, and the frustration. Instead he snarl, made a noise like a growl and made to head but the mirror, but stopped short when he realized what he was about to do was nothing. He sat down at the chair again to pull on his boots- "you have an ID yet?" "One fellow, but its only about sixty percent accuracy," Michael said looking from computer to computer. Michael glanced over at Casey, still asleep. "Tray-?" Tray wondered what the guy wanted then looked back at his own body then at Michael. He was not sure but he considered what the guy was doing and what he had done. He got up and walked over to Michael, knelt down- "thank you," he said. "You're welcome," he said. Tray thought the guy wanted to kiss him, but there was no way Tray was doing that again without good reason. "How much sleep did she get?" "Couple hours," he said with a shrug. Tray was reluctant to ask but he did anyway- "did she... spend a lot of time alone... you know?" Slowly, and very reluctantly he nodded- "twice." Tray took in a breath and let it out, then headed for the stairs- "I am going on patrol," he said putting on Luness' goggles. "Casey has classes this morning. She missed out on a huge assignment last night-" "Michael- I am not going to benefit her by going to her classes," he said, "it only endangers our secret when we encounter people that we know." Michael understood. "I am going to try to locate this guy, send his address and stats to the goggles," Tray said. The address gave him nothing, he peaked into an apartment with a child's room. He flew down to greet a mailman walking his beat and talked to him. Tray smiled and touched his hand and arm and asked nicely and found that Norman White did not live anywhere on his route and he did not think he ever had. Tray's next stop was the probation office. He had met and befriended people at the probation office over the years, but that was as Major not as Luness. He would have to fake it and con his way in and see what that would get him. Again, a smile and a little flirting went a long way. Six Norman Whites were on Probation right then. Tray told Connie the address that Michael had given him. Connie said something about not having entered his new address into the system yet. Connie wanted a date. Tray did not promise one but let her believe that was one pending. It was almost noon, he was starving so he landed in front of a diner and went inside, then stopped- he had no money, Casey had taken her credit card and he had forgotten to grab cash. Normally he carried a couple twenties and a card with a couple hundred on it for emergencies, but in an unfamiliar body he had not. He left without a word, turned off Luness's goggles and went home. Megan was waiting for him, greeted him with a hug. "You okay?" "No, I am terrified," he admitted pulling his mask down. They went inside and Megan made his a fried egg sandwich with ham and cheese. He ate the sandwich while he told her what was going on, Megan listened, her hand on his knee. "I have to admit, I am pretty worried to," Megan said inching forward, "I like my husband and my life and if you do not get your body back it's going to be pretty tough keeping this place and...." "Ya," Tray realized that his wife was giving him that look, the one that said she wanted him to kiss her. "Are you really interested in me right now?" he asked her. "Its not cheating if you are in a different body. Right?" Megan had years before come clean about her three year relationship with her roommate in college, but she had said her lesbian years were done and out of her system. Tray had always doubted that because of her sexual preferences. "Much as I would like to do that... I- I don't think we should. Casey was pissed that I took a shower," Tray reminded her. Megan nodded her understanding. "A kiss," Megan said, holding up a finger- "just one." Tray kissed her. She kissed him with more passion then he expected, and he went back for another. It was weird, perhaps the weirdest thing he had ever felt- a desire so deep and needing that he was having trouble understanding it. Megan was on him, pulling at his clothes and he was right there, pulling at her's. "That has to be right up there with the top five weirdest things," Tray said pulling on his blouse. Megan purred from their bed- "oh, not for me, that was just what I have been wanting." Tray moved over and bent down and kissed her, feeling her cheek. "At least we are not over if this goes poorly," he said with a smile. She nodded- "get your body back. I miss women, but I like you more," she stated stroking Tray's cheek. They kissed again then Tray hurried. "Where have you been?" Casey asked him. "Food and talking to my wife," he said. Sex with his wife was mind blowingly weird. "Is that all?" "You were up half the night doing what with my body?" he asked her, then made a motion with his hand that could not be denied. She looked bothered by him knowing. "Should I be mad?" he asked with a bit of anger to his posture and tone. 'Dam, I can still feel Megan sucking on my tits,' Tray thought. Casey was looking down at the floor. "Now, let's get this guy so we can find Majestic." Twenty minutes later they were peaking into Norman's apartment window, they decided that the apartment belonged to someone that did not have a lot, except some high priced recent purchases. So they found two vantage points and waited. Tray used his time to figure out how to use Luness' goggles, he got familiar with how it functioned and used it to look things up on the internet, locating alternate methods of body swapping so that if Majestic refused then they had other ways. He also located a villain, a mage from the nineteen forties that- during world war two, had used a spell that looked exactly like the one Majestic had used. Tray did not recall any vials that Majestic carried but according to the write up Majestic only had to have on him. If he did then those vials would hold a soul or the essence of a person. Break one near a corpse or a soulless body and that essence or soul would run right to the body. He deduced or assumed from what he was reading that Majestic had found a new spell, he had used the spell because nothing else was hurting Tray. When he one shot-ed Tray with it he had used it on Casey, Casey had grabbed the vial with Tray inside, that vial had fallen and broke, then somehow Casey had gotten to his body. Maybe Majestic had released her as a joke? He did not know, and settled on the idea that he never would. "There he is," Casey whispered into her radio. "I have him," Tray said pointing a finger at Norman, a bubble appeared around him. People near him on the sidewalk jumped back, scrambling to get away. Tray took the professional criminal skyward then followed on a board of his own. They were five hundred feet in the air, Norman was beating on the bubble for the first hundred feet, his single bag of groceries scattered inside the bubble. When they came to a stop, Tray made sure they were over a building with no one on the roof- just in case he dropped the groceries. "Norman White," Tray tapped on the outside of the bubble. "No, I am Phillip- Phillip Jones," he said. 'Phillip Jones is an allies of Norman White,' a text came. "Okay, well then we just let you go," Tray reduced the size of the bubble to a very wide bucket. "Little to the left, aim for the clearing between the stairs and that bird cage," Casey pointed. "Okay," Tray said floating above he was trying to see the angle. "Five bucks says I can knock his wallet out of his pocket," Tray said. "You didn't do it the last time-" "Oh, but the guy before him I did-" "Wait-! You guys are heroes," Phillip said looking about, his fingers digging into the bucket as it got smaller and smaller. "Phil- see this is how this works- you work for a villain, that villain wants to tie up some loose ends and he shows up to kill you. Or some hero does it. See no one knows which, happens all the time. Heroes don't get blamed because- well everyone assumes it was a villain that did it, and when a hero starts investigating," Casey indicated she would as she talked, "well we just lean the evidence a little and..." "Me, myself- I usually take guys like you out about ten minutes and drop you in the ocean, course by time I am dropping you you're unconscious or dead from lack of air because I fly so dammed fast." 'You guys are evil,' followed by a smiley face. "Okay, okay- I am Norm- alright, I get it, you want info on the job for Majestic. Okay, we picked up some steel and took it to a warehouse, abandoned place on the wharf, put the truck inside, grabbed our cash and left. Easy job, all I got." "Who got you the job?" "No, come on, I ante got any skills and if I turn on her, I won't get anymore-" "Broker!" Tray yelled at him. He stumbled back, slipped and fell, screaming. Tray started to go after him then realized the error in his thought- he could not 'dive' after a falling person, he had to fly after them on a board. Casey dropped like a stone, matching his speed in a second, slowing him and holding him by the front of the shirt as Tray dropped on a platform with the bucket of food. "Matt James, my PO's boss. Okay, that fuck cuts into my pay and leans on my PO when I get in trouble. See- the supers they contact this guy and that guy calls Matt and they get guys like me to go to a meet and I get paid, they get paid. Everyone gets paid." Tray left his food on the roof. "That was my dinner-" Casey looked at Tray and Tray nodded. Casey dropped Norman and Tray caught him on a fluffy pillow. They headed towards the dock that Norman had described. "What do we do with him?" Casey asked Tray at a whisper. "Tell me to drop him in the river and fish him out," Tray told her at the same whisper, "after he IDs the warehouse." "You are giving me credit for the idea?" "Your the hero with all the experience," Tray told her. "Emm- good point." After a moment Norman pointed at a flat, two story building in the middle of fifty more buildings that looked just like it- "that one, the one with the orange light," he pointed. The building was a hundred fifty feet on a side, a pair of roll up doors- opposite each other, and a man door next to the roll up doors. High up on the walls was a line of windows. The buildings were new within the last five years because of a massive explosion caused during an alien invasion about seven years ago. "Drop him in the river, then pull him out in a bubble," Casey ordered Tray. Tray did as ordered and then pulled him and about a half ton of water in a bubble out of the river and deposited him on the wharf. "If find out your phone is water proof and you called anyone and I promise you I will come back for you," Casey threatened him. Casey pointed out towards the ocean. Norman understood. He did not hesitate to start running. "Plan?" Tray looked the building over- "lets peak in." There were a couple dozen forklifts a half dozen warehouses away that were working, but other then that there were few people so the two of them had seemingly not been spotted yet. They floated down and peaked into through the windows. There was a large truck- a flat bed with pieces of flat long metal on the back of it. There was also a work truck- hoses, oxygen tanks, tools, and two guys having lunch. "They are probably innocents, but lets not ignore them," Tray told Casey. She nodded. On the far side of the warehouse- was a small building, an office it appeared, they could see through a large window a person sitting inside but neither could make out who he was. They flew down to the man door. "Direct?" "Do you have any hand to hand skills?" Tray asked. "Couple self defense classes in my senior year, we had body guards that taught me some Krav Maga, but nothing serious. What about you?" "I could not train with anyone directly, but I have some Aikido and boxing lessons. Okay, get in, get in tight. When I say break you let go. Try to get him on the ground and tie his hands up- his hands and mouth are key to his magic," Tray said, "say nothing about body swapping." "Right." Tray checked the door- unlocked. "Force field," Casey whispered taking the door, "without it you are normal." Tray saw himself in some high tech battle armor, a grill across his mouth and nose to let air in. It was cramped and pressed against his breasts but it fit well enough. 'Wish Megan would lick me one more time before we ended this, but I am so looking forward to putting her on the wall in our shower,' Tray thought. "Good?" Casey seemed to have never thought of it and opened the door. The two men- welders by the looks of their clothing, they were sitting on the back end of a welding truck eating sandwiches and drinking coffee. "Whow- shit, its Major!" both of them were startled. They both put their hands up. "Your boss?" Tray asked. "Who the hell are you?" "Luness, like the new look?" Tray asked. They both nodded. Casey was moving towards an office to one side, there was movement inside- "Luness-" Majestic walked through the wall of the office, his body shimmering with energy. "Well, I did not think the two of you would recover," he smiled as he walked towards them. Majestic was in his fifties, in fair shape in a colorful costume that could have come from the Renaissance. He had no mask. About his waist was a wide belt with a couple pouches and a couple small vials- two of them looked empty. "The bottles at his waist," Casey whispered. Tray heard her speak through the radio he wore. "Don't get hit," he said. The shimmering about Majestic changed to a dull glow. "You two- leave," Tray ordered the welders. They said nothing, just jumped down and ran, hitting the man door so hard they broke the closure on it. "What is this about Majestic?" Tray asked as he moved forward and to the left, and the partially completed iron cage. "Demon possession, my dear, I summon up demons, get them to do one thing for me, which is be my bitch in the body of a mayor or Senator or what have you," Majestic looked after Casey as she moved right. "Basically- take over the world using demon possession," he stated with smiled and laughed, "it will take me a few decades I am sure, but what the hell I am not doing anything right now." "Sounds completely off his rocker," Clockwork said. "You aren't getting any younger there, Majestic- what are you going to do? Pass the mantel to your kids?" Majestic looked at Tray, a little confused. 'He does not know we are swapped,' Tray thought as he used the text controls of his goggles. "Do you know what a lich is?" he asked, "I have been working at a spell that will change me into the undead. My power will grow by ten times, and I will never have to worry about disease, poisons, death." "What is it about the iron?" "You sound like Major- you just joked in fights, Luness, its not like you," Majestic looked at him then at Casey. 'Feint towards him when I say go, he will blast at you, do not get hit,' Tray said looking at the cage just ahead of him. "He's not very talkative today, not sure what is up with him," Tray said, walking still. Tray reached out, focusing his power, hoping this would work. "Go!" Tray said. Casey flew at Majestic. Majestic brought his hands around, gesturing at Major- Tray filled the partial cage with a balloon of air then dropped it between Casey and Majestic. Tray slammed the cage down, Casey jerked to the side. The blast Majestic released hit the iron and moved through the iron like it was electricity, and went no further. Casey shoved the cage, slamming it into Majestic- it had not been Tray's plan but it worked for him. Majestic screamed, shoved through the wall into his office. A piece of iron had pierced the force field that protected Majestic, it pinned him to the ground. "You bastard!" he screamed, and unleashed a blast of air. Casey was slammed into the rafters in the ceiling and fall to the floor two stories below. It was a hard landing, one that Tray did not think should take him out. The cage was falling to pieces. Tray ran, glad that his armor did not have heels even though his feet were in a boot that had heels. He pushed the cage aside with a thought, tearing the bar from Majestic's body making him scream louder. Flames leaped from his hand blowing across Tray's armor- he could feel the heat but it was not enough to get through. Tray slammed all his force down into Majestic with a hammer created from nothing. Majestic never felt it- he smiled. "Did you learn nothing from our previous fight- you can't hurt me-" A monster ten feet tall made from the energy that gave Luness her power rose up- "I know, I was just distracting you." The monster might have looked to be under its own control was not, Tray was looking at it from a distance, and he was controlling its every little move. The appearance of it was meant to scare Majestic when he saw it, but the power of it was meant to hurt the villain and keep him from attacking Tray directly. The monster had horns, fangs and two massively large arms, and in them was the last of the cage. He slammed it down hard, embedding the base into the floor, not hurting or hitting Majestic but trapping him. 'As long as he still can't teleport that will buy me a few seconds,' Tray thought. Without missing a beat Majestic blasted flames through the bars. Tray sealed his armor and covered his face instinctively with his arms. The heat was intense. Casey was up. She moved between them- "go!" Quickly Tray moved to the side, seeing Casey take the blast of flames. Majestic stopped blowing flames at her. "You're trapped, Majestic, give up," Casey was trying to sound like him- Tray realized. Majestic spoke in what sounded like Latin, then gestured and wind ripped through the warehouse sending Tray flying into the side wall of the warehouse. His armor held. The blast knocked Casey for a loop, slamming her back and into the rack on the back of the welder's truck so hard that the truck was toppled. Hurting but not badly, Tray was up flying on a board. He had lost the monster and Majestic had not bit on the bait. Tray put a creature inside the bars with Majestic, making the creature attack Majestic caused the villain only to look at it, then look at Tray- "inventive," he said, "I think you are not Luness, I think you are Major and she is Luness." "Surrender, we'll speak on your behalf with the DA-" Majestic threw flames at Tray, again- Tray put up his arms and sealed his armor, this time he moved, flying left then right, trying to get out of the fire as he moved towards the cage. When Majestic stopped to look for his target he discovered that he had caught the warehouse on fire- most of it was metal, but there was a lot of wood inside of it as well as insulation that was not suppose to be flammable. "Stop, Majestic- we can make a deal-" Majestic whipped up the wind trying to tear the cage from the floor and get it out of his way so that he could escape. The extra air fanned the flames creating a firestorm. The wind collapsed part of the ceiling, slamming it down on top of the office, and the top of the cage. Tray knew he had to get out of there, with his armor sealed it had only seconds of air. He found Casey beside and behind the truck, knocked out. He wrapped her in a globe and ran, using it as a battering ran to go through the roll up door as Majestic blasted him in the back. Without the distraction of the two heroes Majestic focused on getting free. The welders ha