<div class="floatleft">(https://c6oxm85c.cloudimg.io/width/1200/png-lossless.fgaussian0.foil1/https://az617363.vo.msecnd.net/imgmodels/models/MD10004374/image.jpg)</div><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;">Solomon Deimos Chamberlain</span><br/><strong>Blessed By::</strong>Chronos<br/><strong>Location::</strong>Highway<br/><strong>Company::</strong>Closed<strong>Mentioning::</strong><br/><strong>Date/Time::</strong>Saturday June 20, late evening<br/><strong>Mood::</strong>Thoughtful, reminiscent<br/><strong>Wearing::</strong>Riding clothes (https://cdn.shopify.com/s/files/1/1090/7042/products/2018-Warm-Brand-Clothing-Deri-Mont-Erkek-Black-4XL-Winter-Leather-Casual-Jackets-Men-Thermal-Coats_de785b26-f042-40b5-84e4-c303c0584ed6.jpg?v=1570153386)<br/><br/><br/><hr/><br/>Solomon sighed softly as he accelerated around a slow moving vehicle in the left lane. Had he been riding a police motorcycle, he would've been inclined to turn on his lights and write the dumbass a ticket for lane camping, but on his personal bike he had no such necessity to dispense the law. For now at least, he was no different from the civilians he passed.<br/><br/>The wind picked at his hair and face, providing a comfortable coolness to combat the blazing remnants of the summer sun's heat, his worn black leather riding jacket wrapped protectively around his torso in light of his lack of helmet. Black jeans accentuated the curve of his calves, the muscles tightening slightly within the already snug fabric as he accelerated again, zipping through traffic at triple digit speeds, his expression calm as he wove between the gaps. Even without his powers, he was confident in his driving, and as long as he kept a reasonable awareness of the vehicles around him, he could always loop himself out of danger should someone merge without looking or force him out of the lane.<br/><br/>His thoughts, however, were not so calm. During his short break from the laptop's screen, Solomon had pieced together the remaining evidence in his investigation, and now he had a destination in mind. Securing a plane ticket would take far too long, and while he could always abuse the power of his badge to force himself onto a floating bus, he was never really comfortable with the concept of flying. Too many variables, too little control. No, Solomon preferred to travel by land whenever possible, and the drive enabled him the peace and time to consider every element of his plan.<br/><br/>There would children and young adults at his destination, individuals with powers beyond mortal comprehension, just as his were. The killer and his small gang would have the advantage on these kids, as they had with every village before. Surprise was a hell of a strategy. And they had the advantage on Solomon too... A two week head start.<br/><br/>A honk from his left brought his mind back to the road, and Solomon flashed his badge at the sedan that was pissed off Solomon had taken the lane before the car could. The driver shouted a slur at him and revved his engine, and Solomon sighed again, pulling his gun from its holster and unloading a single round into the front driver side tire, causing the vehicle to lose control and slam into the concrete median, flipping over into the empty oncoming lanes.<br/><br/>The officer looked in his mirror to see the driver scrambling out of his upside-down car and chuckled to himself, then sped off down the highway without another thought on the incident. The man driving the car would call the local police and cruiser would eventually arrive, arresting the victim for the three warrants attached to his name, all of which were for raping underage girls in various states. Solomon would never forget the face of a true pig, and if that crash had been fatal, the detective wouldn't have batted an eye. One less scumbag to rot the planet with, and three little girls, the first of which was surely an adult by now, had their vengeance on the man that had stripped them of their innocence.<br/><br/>The bluetooth earpiece spat out directions in a robotic voice and Solomon forced his bike onto the on ramp of another highway, approaching his destination with every second that passed. By dawn, he would be there to save lives... And take them if need be.