Further along the water front next to a seemingly abandoned warehouse, a group of individuals dressed in unassuming clothes were rushing around frantically moving goods into the building. With a quick glance you would assume they were under pressure to complete their tasks as soon as possible.
You may also think nothing much of it as the crates were unassuming and nothing seemed out of the ordinary apart from the speed they were moving at. However, if you took a closer look, you would see the odd bulge near the waistband that hinted towards something being concealed. Then you may also notice that through their entire wardrobe there was a distinct lack of labels or logo's.
And as a final nail in the figurative coffin, you may also notice some individuals making continuous circles of the building, paying close attention to their surrounds as if they were patrolling and guarding the area.
It was on this group near the waterfront that as a particularly gruff individual was straightening after picking up a smaller box which was dumped near the gangway, he was summarily showered with a collection of wood fragments and shards.
"Whassat?!, who's throwing shit around!?!", glaring at the others surrounding him who were also staring at the spectacle. Afterall the amount of wood certainly made enough noise, not seeing anyone trying to avoid his eye and look guilty.
"Was none of us Tommo, I swear, no idea where that shit came from." A small weaselly man piped up from the back of the group.
"Then where the hell did it come from then? You trying to tell me it just fell down out of nowhere?" Tommo raised his hands at this and pointing at the sky raised his head, which in the next moment was hit square on the forehead by a final larger chunk.
"ARGH!" Bending down clutching his hands to his head, Tommo then pulled them away to see blood coating his fingers. After seeing this the others around him backed away, not wanting to get hit by whatever was happening. As they backed away, they looked around themselves trying to see where the wood was coming from. Some of the individuals closer to the building backed up to the wall and under the eaves, once in safety they peered out trying to spot anything out of the ordinary.
It took awhile and with some of the guards coming back to check on the noise, they were all on high alert, waiting for something to happen. Though it took nearly 30 minutes for them all to calm down and with Tommo shouting at everyone the work continued.
What they didn't notice was a slight figure hidden on the roof which during the initial descent of the wood shards ducked back out of sight. The figure which turned out to be a male dressed in dark combat fatigues and with a pair of pistols at his waist. Sweating due to his near exposure he crawled carefully back further from the edge, taking his time to reduce the noise as much as possible due to the heightened alert of the workers on the ground.
In a more secure location on the roof and with reduced potential to be noticed the man waited for the work to continue and decided it would be a good time to exfiltrate. Not even 10 minutes later, upon arriving in a non-descript vehicle a few blocks away, the man hopped in and starting it up drove off.
Without any hesitation he dialled a number on his mobile,
"This is Agent Jenkins reporting in", pausing and waiting to hear a response. "Our tip was correct, the warehouse only seemed abandoned, I can confirm the presence of around 20 individuals, combination of basic labourers and guards patrolling the perimeter". With another pause he waited even longer, nodding his head he spoke up.
"That's right sir, I could notice the presence of a large stock of crates inside the warehouse, upwards of 100 inside and they were offloading another 30, varying sizes and weights".
Again, there was another pause and towards the end of this one Jenkins look unsettled.
"Ah well you see sir the thing is I was unable to confirm the contents, I had scoped out a path inside and was in the process of quitting my surveillance, though before I could move off there was a...…. situation".
Hearing the question on the phone he hesitated for a moment and then in a near embarrassed voice responded "well you see sir, the overseer on the ship was grabbing one of the last crates and got hit by some wood fragments", hearing a follow up question he responded "no sir it wasn't any of the other guys with him, you see sir…..well that is....it…kind..of…..fell on him".
Having to hold the phone away from his ear due to the raised voice on the other end. He responded quickly to placate his supervisor "I know what it sounds like sir, and I wouldn't have believed it if I hadn't seen it with my own eyes. But the wood fell straight out of the sky, when he looked up a larger piece clocked him on his forehead drawing blood.
I had to exfiltrate due to the heightened alertness and summarily reported in."
Nodding his head in response he agreed with the voice on the phone. "Yes sir, I will investigate the area and try to see where it may have originated from. Yes sir I will remain unnoticed, yes sir I wil report in with any peculiarities, yes sir I will do, very good sir, Agent Jenkins out."
Breathing out Jenkins lowered the phone and placing it on the passenger seat he turned the wheel doing a U-turn and making his way back towards the water front, though away from his original target. A slight annoyed tone took over his voice, "well there goes my night", drumming his fingers on the wheel to a tune he drove to some of the warehouses at the furthest reach of the docks.
[Back with Jason]
"SHIT SHIT SHIT SHIT!! How could I be so stupid, ARGH!" Standing there in the light coming in from the evening sun I had my head in my hands. 'Hopefully that all lands in the water, but with my luck it's definitely going to cause me trouble later on'.
Thinking that maybe it wouldn't cause too many issues started to abate the panic, the last thing I needed right now was attention. Granted, yes I have powers and if needed I can protect myself, but if I can't get a handle on them before I get into a situation, then there is a real chance I could injure or potentially kill someone.
Super strength is one thing but with how strong I am, the super speed is potentially even more problematic. If I cannot control it properly then I run the risk of colliding with a random person, and let's just say that they won't be walking away from that.
I think it is enough for today, lets maybe reconvene tomorrow morning and work through the rest of the powers, I'll try some stuff on the way home, I might be able to get some kind of rudimentary hang of it until then.
Making my way out of the building, in a much cleaner exit than my original entrance I looked around for any passerby's. The last thing I want is to be linked to the building, or at least be seen around it, and seeing no one around apart from the odd car passing by I left the premises.
Thinking back to the training I had just undergone a smile came across my face, it took awhile to get a hang of the strength increase but I had a certain degree of confidence in my capabilities at the moment. Granted I did not have complete faith it was under control, but it was at least partly usable, though putting it into practise is probably the only way to increase my competency.
Focusing on my other power I tried to get a feel of my body and see if I could feel a difference in how it moved. But at this stage even if you spoon fed me the answer, I would still be unable to give you a confirmation, I have NO idea what super speed is supposed to feel like.
Give me a spreadsheet and tell me what part of an equation is causing an error and what the fix is, I would have that down easily, light weight shit right there, but this? Yeah, good luck. Thinking about it a little more, maybe it comes down to intent and increasing the pressure and strength beyond what I normally would when I move.
Having a starting point, I thought about how I would attempt to see if I was on the right line, and the next thing I knew I was face planting into the wall 30 metres down the street.
"What the shit was that!?", cursing in response to my subsequent exterior remodeling to the ground floor of a run down apartment building. Blinking dust and debris out of my eyes and spitting out the plaster I made myself scarce, hastily walking back towards my apartment. Feeling just about done with my day I tried to tune out my surroundings, it was only until I got near to my building that I noticed the odd looks I was getting from the other people.
Looking down at myself I noticed that I was covered with a fine layer of plaster dust and some larger chunks of masonry. Lowering my head to avoid their gaze I rushed inside and up to my apartment. Sighing in relief as I closed the door and slumped back, I took a deep breath and took off the dirty clothes on the way to the shower. Feeling the warm water run down my body and washing off the dirt and grime I had accumulated over the day felt like heaven.
Collapsing onto my bed I stared up at the roof, thinking of the day that had just been. The results from training and my plans going forward, there was some trepidation but also excitement. Growing up I had always looked up to the heroes I had watched on tv and read in comics. To not only live in one of my favourite franchises but to potentially be able to bring the other to life, I felt giddy in anticipation.
A real Superhero, I could be a real superhero and not just any but the one that stood head and shoulders above any other. The Boy Scout, The Man of Steel, The Last Son of Krypton I just hope that I can do him justice, after all it seemed that I was to carry on his legacy in name as well as being the last Kryptonian.