Blastblaze had only been nine years old when the Crey had killed his parents. He had heard the gunshots. He had heard the echo of their screams from his second story bedroom. While trying to get away, he had heard a woman ordering that he be captured alive. He had spent years in a prison for people like him. Now, it was time for him to get his revenge, however un-heroic that may seem.

Against the wishes of all his friends, he had tracked Agent Williams to this building. This was thanks to information he had gotten from Countess Crey’s personal bodyguard, Hopkins, when he had helped arrest him a couple of weeks ago. His friends said he would need backup, and they insisted they be allowed to come along. He had told them no. They said trying to take down a Protector alone was a sure way to get killed. Blastblaze didn't care though. There was no way they could understand. These monsters hadn’t murdered their parents. This, Blastblaze had to do alone.

It was a pretty cruddy place for a high-ranking Crey official to be hanging out. This musty, abandoned office building in a rough neighborhood of Kings' Row smelled of gunpowder. This was probably the first time it had been inhabited in several years. The place had probably been out of business before the war, and been one of the few places the Rikti left untouched.

Now, it was time to put his thoughts aside. Looking around the corner, he spotted a special agent. It was Special Agent Johnson, according to his data. Blastblaze ran around the corner, firing the deadly bolts of energy at minimum level as he sped on. He didn't want to kill this one, just get information from her.

The agent had absolutely no time to react. She felt the stabbing pain caused by the power bolts as she flew through the air and hit the ground hard.

Blastblaze took the short opening to toss a web grenade at her. It hit the agent square on the ribs, exploding in a flurry of immobilizing webs.

"Where is Williams?" He asked coolly.

"Fourth floor, in an old corner office." She responded, apparently fearing for her life.

"Those webs should wear off in about an hour, which is plenty of time for me to take out your boss and get the police drones over here." Blastblaze told her.

Then he was gone.

After fighting four similar battles, he reached an elevator. Deciding that stealth was the best approach, he switched on his cloaking device and super speed boots. No one could see him without some very advanced tracking equipment.

He snuck past several guards and took three elevators up to the fourth floor. Blastblaze began to search every office at super speed, until he heard Agent Williams’s voice in one of them. Slipping through the partially opened door, he sat in the chair across from Williams’s desk. The office was luxurious. Only two walls, the rest of the office was windowed, looking out on the starless night. It had probably been some big shot executive’s.

The man was oblivious to the fact that he had a visitor. After setting his gloves for maximum damage, Blastblaze switched off his cloaking device.

"Hello, Williams." Blastblaze said menacingly.

“Well, what have we here?” Williams asked arrogantly. “A lone hero sent after me? When will they learn?”

With that, the Crey Protector rose from his desk, activating a force field and preparing for battle. Williams drew his Cyro Pistol, and fired.

Blastblaze dove out of the way of the bolt, getting ready for his volley. His hands began to glow a bright white.

Williams cursed under his breath, reloaded, and then was hit in the chest by a streaming bolt of energy. The burst threw him down to the ground, and he landed very roughly on his back. Williams was slow to rise.

“Too slow.” Blastblaze thought.

Realizing that something was wrong, Blastblaze prepared to fire another shot. It was too little, too late, though. The blast form the Cyro Pistol hit his feet, freezing him in place and interrupting his preparation.

“What are you doing here?” Williams was in charge of the situation, now.

“Getting my revenge.” Said the hero. “You killed my parents.”

Williams thought about this for a second.

“Oh, wait. I know who you are. The little energy-shooting freak from Japan. Your parents were in my way. I had direct orders from the Countess to capture you, no matter what. And pleasing the Countess is a sure way to promotion. Look where I am now.” Williams said, apparently feeling no remorse.

Blastblaze had kept him talking long enough.

“Yeah? Well, now, it’s my turn.” He smirked under his helmet.

Suddenly, the area around them erupted in a massive nova of energy. Williams flew backwards through the window, landing on his back four floors down.

Blastblaze leapt, landing on the pavement. The shock absorbers on his boots had been useful, after all. He bent down, examining the villain, just to see if he had lived. The Protector had survived.

“Aren’t you going to kill me, now?” Williams hissed.

“No.” Blastblaze replied. “That would be too good for you. The cops will be here soon. Choosing a building near the Police Station was a bad idea.”

With that, five police drones and a sergeant appeared. Blastblaze went to see him.

“He’s alive.” He said, pointing at agent Williams. “There is a woman, Special Agent Johnson, on the first floor that may provide information, if you have the right bargaining chips.” He told the cop.

“Thanks, I’ll keep that in mind.” The sergeant replied. “How did you beat him? We’ve been chasing him for weeks.”

“He was too arrogant. He stopped to gloat, and I took advantage of the opening.” Blastblaze answered.

“You may have saved several lives, Blastblaze.“ The police sergeant told him.

“That’s my job.” Then, Blastblaze vanished into the darkness of night.