The Sellouts by Jeffrey Henning Page B

the side of the windshield and held down the trigger, throwing bullet after bullet of automatic fire at Douser, who rolled to the side and came up next to a really nice looking convertible.
    Out of bullets, chancer dropped his gun and picked up Eagle-Eye’s as he steered towards the shiny red convertible that Douser was now hiding behind. He clipped it with the side of his jeep and it jumped forward, making Douser drop her rifle in order to escape.
    Chancer smiled as he kept going. He drove straight as he looked back and fired one round back in douser’s direction, trusting his luck to send the bullet where it needed to go.
    Explosions shook the parking garage as Chancer drove over a curb that was intended to keep traffic out. He knew he wouldn’t be able to get through the security checkpoints, so he did the only thing he could think of, and rammed the metal wall. The outside part of the curb was a five foot drop, and Melody screamed as the jeep slammed down into the street beside the Oslett building, narrowly avoiding an oncoming car.
    He straightened out the jeep and drove off as fast as he could as the guards came out of their checkpoints.
    Luckily for Chancer and his friends, the protestors filled in between his jeep and the guards and were cheering for his getaway.

 
     
     
     
     
     
     
    Chapter 8
     

April 3rd, 2015 09:00 PM
     
    “One, I can’t believe you actually have a place you call a ‘hideout’.” Melody said. “Two, I know how much you make, so how do you afford all of this?” She said as she looked around the warehouse that was built into an awesome looking ‘hideout’.
    Chancer had changed vehicles in a parking garage in the middle of nowhere, and then drove around, seemingly in circles around New York, and then to another parking garage to change to another vehicle. They had finally ended up in a run-down looking warehouse on the Hudson River, which overlooked Governors Island.  The whole process had taken nearly three hours.
    The inside of the run-down looking warehouse was built as a living area that was basically one room. Everything looked new, and expensive. The kitchen had a long island and all stainless steel appliances. The bedroom was on a raised floor, and had monitors built to look like windows, obviously with cameras outside where the windows should be. The garage area housed three expensive looking race cars and the average looking car they all drove here in, plus six motorcycles, all crotch rockets. There was also a video game area, with arcade style games, and an entertaining area with a television so large it looked like it took up the entire wall, and plenty of antiques scattered throughout the entire warehouse.
    “First of all, I’ve had this place for years. And second of all, I wasn’t always the fun-loving Agent Chancer you know.” he said as he grabbed beers out of the fridge and passed them around. The doctor passed, immediately unpacking the tablet he had taken from Mrs. Oslett and reading everything it had provided.
    “So what are you, some millionaire action junkie?” Melody asked.
    “I was going to say playboy thief with wicked-good looks.” Chancer said with a smile.
    “So you stole all of this?” Eagle-Eye asked.
    “Stole is a harsh term. I like to think I acquired it by mostly legal means.” he said as he looked around.
    “He means he used his power to gamble and won, a lot. Probably too much, which is why he hides and has getaway vehicles.” the doctor said as he was reading the tablet. “You should look at this.” he told Chancer.
    “What the hell is that?” he asked as he looked at a drawing of a chemical and its name, which took up half the page.
    “The short name is ‘XP-89’. It’s what we were given.” said the doctor as he scrolled through the text.
    “Extreme Power Eighty Nine!” Chancer said as he flexed.
    “Shut up.” Melody said as she was looking over the doctor’s shoulder.
    “Powers receive exponential growth for