<div align="center">(http://api.ning.com/files/t8dRO7V4sLLLkajZDZ-R0ggJub2jDtgPLsn0opr1UOda6mOYSafEeH-Fz9vjRmWQaZiaXYV5JX9ajKiTwQZsdQvyZLk-6dkg/GhostRiderSpiritOfVengeance2.jpg)</div><br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><strong>Name:</strong> Ghost Rider<br/><strong>Location: Collapsed Subway Tunnel, station<br/>Tagging: Silver Samurai, Captain Marvel</strong></span><br/><br/>------------------------------------------------------------------------<br/><br/>The Rider could indeed feel the familiar energy of Mephisto's Realm upon the Samurai, and he could feel the slight stirring of Life within the Human. Such a strong soul, and such a powerful will. Both Admirable traits, and worthy of saving. The Rider barely flinched when he felt the weight of the Samurai against his leather clad back. The Rider's empty eye sockets once more locked with the Woman's when she told him that they were not leaving anyone behind. She possessed an equally strong spirit. Also worthy of saving. The Rider didn't speak, but simply nodded his head. The Flames fluttering back, and forth with the Movement. To further aid keeping the Samurai secure, long tendrils from the Hellcycle started to snake, and slither around his lower body, Making it so he wouldn't move<br/><br/>Once he was sure everyone was secured, The Rider ripped on the throttle as the Bike leaped forward Like a great Charger from the chute. The sensation of acceleration would have reminded Carol of her time in the Air force flying Jets at full Afterburner. That is, if she could have remembered her past. The Bike roared down the Tunnel with such speed that everything was a blur, and yet. The ride was amazingly smooth, and comfortable. The Rider absorbing much of the wind shock from the Speed. His Fire whipping around just behind his head as the Bike would actually take turns at such speed that the bike would actually rise up around the cylindrical interior of the Tunnel, and ride the wall. Coming down once the tunnel straightened up. There was no hesitation, or lack of confidence in his actions. The Rider was truly a Master of the Motorcycle. The Rider didn't speak, not one word. he was simply Riding. The Darkness of the Tunnel was nothing to him as he could follow the lingering astral trail of Bishop, and the others.<br/><br/>seemingly just as quickly as the Rider left the Company of the APC, There iw as once more just a little ways up the Tunnel, and the Rider was catching quickly. Soon, the Rider was right back where he was, just following the APC with two passengers. The Samurai desperately needed Medical help, the only way that could happen is if they reach Bishop's base, and soon.