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Standing up, Harry stared down at Silvija, who rubbed her throat and coughed before glaring up at him, "Who trained you?"
"No one you would know," Harry replied as he offered his hand to Silvija, who stared at it for a moment before reluctantly accepting the help, allowing Harry to pull her to her feet, "The number of people who can match me in hand-to-hand combat on pure skill alone is a very small pool. Either you're a one-in-a-billion prodigy or one of those people trained you."
Harry only smiled as he held onto Silvija's hand, pulling her close, "For your sanity, I would avoid using logic when trying to figure out how I accomplish half of what I do."
Silvija stared into Harry's eyes for a moment, drinking in their amber glow before she shook her head and pulled away, "You should add arrogant to your list of descriptors."
"I'll take it into consideration," Harry replied as he let go of Silvija's hand, before putting his hands into his pockets. "Now, do you plan to honor our deal?"
Silvija bristled, but steadied herself with a frustrated sigh, "Yes, Silver Sable will come under the control of Ascend Agencies."
"Perfect," Harry grinned before he turned to Madison, who hadn't moved from her spot on the sidelines and still looked shocked, "You can coordinate with our Head of Management to iron out the details, but I imagine not much will change on your end. Well, besides the whole super soldier part and a massive increase in funding."
Silvija cast a sideways glance at Harry, "Silver Sable Industries is more than profitable, we don't need your money."
"Uh, yeah, you do," Harry replied with a laugh as he started to walk away, "What you've managed to accomplish is impressive, but it's not enough for what I have planned."
"And just what exactly do you have planned?" Silvija asked, staring at Harry's back as a slew of emotions rampaged inside of her.
"Madison can clue you in, I'm afraid that you've taken up more time than I can afford right now," Harry replied as he grabbed his clothes from Madison, who had so graciously picked them off the floor, "I'm running late for a meeting, we can talk later if you wish."
After smoothing back his hair, Harry slid on his glasses and made his way towards the elevator, stepping within and vanishing as the doors closed behind him.
For a moment, there was silence, and then Madison softly cleared her throat as she addressed Silvija, "We can suspend our meeting for a moment if you wish to think things over and gather your thoughts."
"No, it's better if we sort things out before I have time to consider my feelings about the matter," Silvija replied coldly as she moved to get dressed as well, "Tell me, is it normal working with him to feel both reluctant awe and confusion?"
For a moment, Madison's stoic visage cracked as she let out a long sigh, "In my short time working under him, yes, and I promise you this won't be the last time you experience it."
Silvija grunted, "I can't tell if that's a bad or good thing."
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Down in the parking garage, Harry pulled on his helmet more out of a necessity to conceal his face rather than any safety precautions. Starting the engine, Harry smiled as the machine purred beneath him and he patted the bike's chassis lovingly, "Sorry you haven't been getting much use, hopefully I'll be able to give you an upgrade here soon enough."
Pulling out of the garage and onto the street, Harry was almost instantly caught in New York traffic, slowing him down even as he wove in between taxis and delivery trucks. Arriving at a red light, Harry came to a brief pause and looked down to check the time on his watch when he heard the squeal of brakes as a van pulled up next to him.
Looking over, Harry stared at the matte black vehicle at first thinking nothing of it, before a few key details caught his attention. The first was the heavily tinted windows, so dark that even with his good eyesight, Harry couldn't see inside. The second was that the van had no plates or identifiable markers. The third was that Harry could sense the biosignatures of the two people inside, and judging by how fast their energy was circulating, they weren't just out on an afternoon drive.
All of it could have been explained with perfectly logical and rational circumstances, but then Harry felt an intense tingling sensation from the base of his skull, and time seemed to slow down as he watched a small port open in the window. The opening was then filled with the end of a silencer, and Harry grinned, 'I was wondering how long before someone tried some stupid shit.'
Without a moment of hesitation, Harry lifted his feet off the ground as he ripped the throttle and let go of the clutch. With a deafening roar, Harry's bike took off just in the nick of time as the silenced gunfire ripped through the space where he had just stood.
Leaning forward, Harry pressed himself against his bike as he blitzed through the red light, weaving in between the crossing traffic, forcing drivers to brake or swerve out of his path before laying on their horns.
Paying them no mind, Harry ripped down the street, his left hand working the clutch as he constantly shifted gears, speeding through the narrow, sometimes almost non-existent gaps, 'I wonder if Maria's people are behind this...though not likely I doubt they go over her head with something this bold.'
Looking up ahead at the next intersection, Harry's eyes locked onto the off-ramp leading to the freeway. Knowing he could lose his pursuers there, Harry was about to make his move when he heard a collective roar behind him.
Glancing back over his shoulder, Harry found three assassins clad in pitch black tactical riding gear racing towards him on matching motorcycles of their own, their faces concealed by helmets with tinted visors.
'They're really going all out, huh?' Harry mused as he looked ahead, just in time to see the light turn red. Still, Harry didn't slow; instead, he downshifted twice with a sharp snap of the clutch, the engine snarling as he rolled his weight to the inside and yanked the handlebars into a low, sweeping lean. The rear tire's traction broke just enough to send the bike into a controlled slide, the back wheel skimming across the pavement with a brief shriek of rubber.
Feathering the throttle, Harry gave his bike just enough power to keep his momentum alive through the drift, his left boot tapping the gear lever as he balanced clutch play with body tension. Asphalt blurred beneath him, and the second the front wheel lined up with the off-ramp, he straightened out, dropped into third, and rolled on the throttle hard, feeling the bike surge forward like a missile. The chassis quivered, tires biting deep as he merged onto the highway, the roar of the engine drowning out everything but the pulse hammering in his ears.
Rocketing down the freeway, it took Harry a matter of seconds for him to reach top speed as he raced along the shoulder, but even then, he could hear the echoing roars of the three engines behind him, 'Guess I can't lose these guys, gonna have to put them down.'
'I need you to take over.'
In response, the bike's engine purred and the handlebars straightened out as Harry let go, sat up, and turned around in his seat. Mimicking reaching behind his back and into his waistband, a wave of symbiote flowed out from Harry's palm, forming an alien-looking pistol before changing textures to mimic spray-painted metal until it was impossible to tell it was anything but.
Pulling the pistol from behind his back, Harry fired off three shots in quick succession, barely bothering to aim. Despite the high speeds and furious winds, each bullet found its mark, punching through the assassin's helmets and into the vulnerable skulls beneath.
Their bodies dropped like puppets with their strings cut, and Harry watched as in a movie-worthy shot, their bikes spun out of control, crashing into the sidewall and each other, sending shrapnel and wrapped metal wrecks into the air.
Turning back around, Harry reabsorbed his constructed gun and took control of his bike once more, before checking the time, 'Damn, I'm gonna be late.'