The drug users and drug runners who before this very moment were sitting calmly enjoying a good hit or two, rose on alert, whipped out their pistols and started shooting wildly at the two officers.

From his outstretched arms Sonik fired beams of sonic energy to form a forcefield to repel the bullets, letting them become embedded in the wall behind the youths. “No matter how many crack houses we bust in a day, all these teens do is strike out with fear and anger.”

“But we must fight on, Sonik. We must,” Crisis concurred. “Otherwise, these streets would be overrun with criminals and cutthtoats.”

Sonik lowered his forcefield. The two super agents approached the youths.

“We haven’t come to bust you,” Crisis said. “We only want information leading to the capture and arrest of your dealer, the King Snake. I know he lives nearby and I seem to have a personal stake in this.”

“Up yours, narc!” one youth screamed. “We won’t fink on him.”

Suddenly, they were surrounded by a virtual army of out of control teens, who had spent their guns and now had to rely upon their fists to overpower the two narcotics officers. It was known in the underworld and the drug community that Crisis and Sonik didn’t brandish weapons of their own, only used their powers and their fists to overcome the odds.

The black teen who had yelled at Crisis’s statement had hurled a punch at the officer but not knowing about his powers, was unaware that Crisis had the ability to redouble the strength of any blow hurled at him. Crisis grabbed onto the teen’s shirt and threw him against the wall.

“Okay, punk, I don’t care who you won’t fink on, you will tell me and my partner what you know about the King Snake or by God, I will slug you until you start singing like a canary!”

“He’s not here. I don’t know where he is. In fact, I’ve never seen him.”

“I want you to tell your people that we’ve been here and we’re looking for the King Snake. And that he’s a dead man.”

As Crisis and Sonik made their hasty exit, the teens who had been housed within the crack house didn’t utter a sound until they thought it was safe again.

When Crisis and Sonik drove back to One Police Plaza in their squad car, Crisis thinks back to a time years ago when he and his partner was just Greg Miller and Brian Johnsten, narcotic cops. They entered the Police Academy after they both graduated from Harlem High School. In their younger years, they were both teased and ostracized because of their awkwardness. They dreamed one day of being heroes, of being larger than life.

They each saw the police force as a way out of their sad and pathetic lives. Greg watched the news every day on TV and saw that crime had run rampant in Harlem and in New York City proper. He wanted to help. He wanted to rise above the crime and drugs that was a part of everyone’s life.

Brian Johnsten was a child hood friend of his from junior high. They both shared the same love of comic books and shared friends since they both couldn’t possibly have friends outside of their social circle. They even shared girlfriends. And Greg wasn’t sure which of them the girls preferred.

Growing up they were both shy and introverted. But as they started making friends, they started to rise above it all.

One day, after years of being rookie cops, they were invited into the crime lab. They were to be a part of a special taskforce of the police department, graduating from rookies to plainclothsmen.

“News has leaked out,” the Sarge said. “That there is a drug kingpin out here in Harlem who controls most of the drug running operations throughout the country who goes by the handle the King Snake. He has developed a drug that will mutate people and give them super powers. We have developed a similar drug that we will like to test on you two as guinea pigs. That is why our cops are outmatched by his team of Drug Mutants. Will you like to proceed?”

Greg faced his best friend, who nodded his assension. “Sure, Sarge. As long as this project will be kept secret from our loved ones. I would hate to have them harmed because some of this leaked out.”

“Agreed. Now, roll up your sleeves so that we can administer the drug.”

Greg and Brian did as they were told. The doctor jabbed them with the serum and they were forever transformed. Greg gained kinetic powers, while Brian controlled sonic waves. They were also told that now when they were on assignments, they had to wear leather jackets and leather pants to hide their identities.

They were ready for action.

That morning, Greg Miller and Brian Johnsten called for a regular, routine meeting of Code: Blue, a group of SWAT cops based in New York City. Now, they sat at the large circular bureau waiting for their leader to present them with their new case. They were all engaged in casual conversation.

They all noticed that there was a new individual in the room, one that some of them recognized from his picture being in the Wanted poster in the local post office and the papers. The man’s name was only the Sarge. Code: Blue whispered careful words to each other about the danger that they were in and what they could do to erase that danger.

“Okay, everyone, quiet down, I think we can get this meeting underway,” Miller said, waving his arms in the air to silence the chattering and backtalk that was happening quite loudly within this office.

“What is he doing here?”

“Whatever he’s selling we’re not buying.”

“I say we just throw him out on his toes.”

Greg frowned, as the Sarge also frowned at their harsh comments, and silenced them further. Once they did stop talking, he faced them, standing proud and tall, he said, “Frank Mancuso was shot in the heart several times last night. With his death, the Mancuso family has been shattered and a gang war has erupted. He wants us to find the killer and stop this gang war.” He paused, and turned to the Sarge. “I trust that we will have the full cooperation of the NYPD at our disposal in our investigation.”

The Sarge turned to Miller and the rest of Code: |Blue. “Yes, we will be working with you side by side. But I have to warn you that some of the cops in my force are on the take. So you will have to battle them as well as they are working for the Mancuso crime family, too.”

“The Sarge gave us the address of Frank Mancuso’s home so we can apprehend this guy who did this. You may think that this guy deserved it, being a Mafia head, but he caused a greater evil. There is chaos on the streets, as what I have read in the papers, looting and pillaging, and killing, too. And we will stop them and find the man or woman responsible.”

“That’s quite a speech,” the Sarge said, as he patted Jacob on the back to give him righteous congratulations.

“Thank you, Sarge,” Greg said, leading him out the door. “Rest assured that we will catch him and stop this gang war.”

Once the Sarge had left, Greg turned to the rest of Code: Blue to tell the members what he had planned for them. "Okay, team, we have a tough mission ahead for us. I think the best thing for us is to split the team into separate groups to handle this. I will investigate the murder, working with the police to find the killer and bring him to justice. That will be a hard enough task in and of itself.”

“Gotcha, boss.”

The rest of the team agreed that they would have to be extra careful in their missions and they would have to be successful. They departed and began their missions.

There was a crash in the warehouse where the two warring factions of the Mafia was having their final battle. Crisis and Sonik barged in, barring no weapons.

The Mancuso crime family turned to the sound of the crash and upon seeing the two Code: Blue members, brandished their guns and rifles at them and fired, emptying their barrels.

Sonik released his sonic beams the guns, shattering them. Crisis vaulted in the air and reflected the kinetic energy at the crime family.

“Kill them, men! They won’t get us,” the lead crime family yelled at the top of his lungs.

“I don’t think so, Mancuso,” Crisis said, as he grabbed the gun away from him and slugged him across the warehouse. He crashed against the wall, where they were boxes marked ‘Fragile’ and they toppled on top of him, burying him.

There were still more men with pistols that were shooting at them. While the Mancuso crime family were shooting at Crisis and Sonik, the Mafia were shooting at the Mancusos.

Suddenly, another move could be made, the NY SWAT team entered the warehouse to arrest the Mancuso crime family. They knew that they were outnumbered and Crisis and Sonik had relinquished them of their weapons.

“It’s over,” Crisis said. “You never had a chance. Hope you have fun in jail.”

As the SWAT team took the Mancuso family over to a federal pen, Crisis and Sonik walked into the night.