As he walked down the dark, dank street in New York City, Greg Miller ventured into the belly of an alleyway, and immediately wished he hadn’t. There was no one, no mugger or attacker in front of him, but there were a group of miscreants to his backside, wielding knives and guns. They were high on drugs and once he turned around, he was ready for some action. To bust some heads, in a manner of speaking.

Greg was on his way back to One Police Plaza, where he was associated with the crime fighting unit that he had called his home away from home for the past several years. Various members were more his friends than the people from his hometown that he knew his entire life. Once this was over and done with, he would join them for their next mission.

Greg was dressed in black pants, a black shirt, and a tan trench coat, with no weaponry. He had to rely on his power and his body as a human weapon in martial arts and self-defense as a measure against their very real weapons.

“Fork it over, man,” one of the teenagers with a Swiss army knife said, waving the knife in front of Greg’s face, which annoyed him tremendously. “Or you will get hurt. Permanently.”

The threat seemed real. But then, so was Greg Miller’s martial arts skills.
With one swift movement, Greg kicked the knife out of the teen’s hand, having it imbed in the brick wall to his side. The other teens within the gang produced hand guns, pointing it at Greg’s defenseless body.

They fired their guns at Greg but he ducked behind a garbage can. He waited until all their rounds were empty. He bested them in hand-to-hand combat with ease.
Now, free of the miscreants, he continued on his journey to One Police Plaza.

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Before joining the police academy, Brian Johnston was a trained Olympic gymnast. He competed in the last Olympics and received a gold medal. When he was offered the job of retiring from being an athlete and becoming a police officer, he jumped at the chance.

Right now, he was in his apartment in the midtown district of Manhattan, working out, honing his athletic prowess for the next time he would challenge his enemies to a well-deserved fight. People that he would define as normal or ordinary would spend a weekday afternoon by watching television, watching a movie on demand, or even reading an exciting novel.

He was, if anything, normal.

He liked to fine tune his muscles on a balancing bar or by lifting weights. Brian had spent the last few hours doing this and he wasn’t the least bit tired or exhausted by the harsh exercise. In fact, it invigorated him. It gave him a sense of pleasure that ordinary, run-of-the-mill activities did not.

Once he was done spending half the afternoon in this fashion, he put the weights on the shelf and walked to the picture of his Olympic achievements. Good memories there. Being an agent of the police he had to divorce himself from his past life and embrace his new one.

Brian had to leave his family, his parents and his brother and sister. He had to change his name from one of somewhat familiarity to one of a little more flair. Even his former coach could not be aware of his new career move.

Greg’s excuse for Brian missing in action was that they had to fake his death. A car accident in which he died was featured in the major newspapers and all the tabloids.

Sometimes he wished he were dead.

It was a dangerous world he lived in, but he had the resources to protect himself and the team he worked for to triumph over the enemies that he faced day in and day out.

There was a flashing light on his cell phone. Brian picked it up and answered the call.

“Hello?” he asked whoever was on the other end.

“It’s Miller. I hope you didn’t forget that we have a meeting today.”

“I didn’t forget. I chose to ignore the call. Are these meetings really that important?” Brian responded calmly but harshly.

“Humor me. I promise you will have an outlet for your frustrations. Trust me.”

“That’s what you said last time. I’m on my way. Johnston out.”
Brian clicked the phone in hang up mode.

Another day saving the world.

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Greg Miller told Brian Johnston they got their first assignment in weeks. Brian came to his office immediately for an informational meeting of the highest degree. He arrived relatively on time.

What he did know, what he could garner from it, was that a person called Mary Medusa was on the loose, wreaking terrible havoc on the businessmen of the world. It was Crisis’s job to stop her and correct that mistake.

Greg had called the Chief of Police into the meeting hall to explain to them what exactly they were going up against. He told them that several businessmen have been killed in Central Park. This Miz Mary Medusa was a female sculptress who seemed to sculpt statues of the men who have been killed by some deranged lunatic.

Crisis and Sonik arrived in Central Park and saw an array of stone statues of businessmen. This must be where Miz Mary Medusa turned them into stone. Crisis wondered if she was indeed the Medusa of Greek legend or just someone with her powers. The police were already there, ready to transport the statues elsewhere.
Crisis surveyed the area of where Medusa could strike next. The cops had cordoned the park closed so that no one, especially businessmen, could enter the park.

Suddenly, they saw a woman with a long trench coat somehow enter the park.
Crisis and Sonik raced up to the woman, whom they believed was the sculptress Miz Mary Medusa and the culprit to the crimes committed called the Medusa Madwoman. Underneath her trench coat she wore a long silvery gown. She looked simply resplendent in it. She was not the Medusa of legend and Greek mythology but someone who gained her powers through an accident of fate and birth. The two super powered police officers would have to face her head on.

With the stone statues lined up before her, Medusa Madwoman used her powers over inanimate objects to make them come alive and attack the hapless police officers.

These stone statues were businessmen who gained mystical powers through the dark arts. The statues surrounded Crisis and Sonik, conjuring up forces of certain incantations to entrap them. Eldritch energies formed from the bowels of the earth and beyond spewed forth.

But Crisis had the ability to redouble any attack or energy thrust upon him through the powers of kinesis. He used this power to repel the energy attack back at them. While Crisis did this, Sonik used his mastery over sound waves to also repel their attack.

Medusa Madwoman knew that her forces of stone statues were dwindling and had to find a new way to defeat the police officers, resisting arrest.

With the stone statues defeated, Crisis and Sonik launched into Miz Mary Medusa’s waiting arms. She swung her arms to and fro, back and forth, trying to turn them into stone statues, also. But it was to no avail. Crisis punched her lights out. He also used her trench coat to bind her hands together, so that she couldn’t use her powers again.

Stone and Code: Blue arrived soon afterwards to gather up the remainder of the mess this battle was. Stone forced Miz Mary Medusa to turn the businessmen back to normal. Stone put on power dampening shackles on Medusa and the businessmen.

Stone walked over to Crisis and shook his hand. “A job well done, Miller. You and Johnston should be commended and have a parade in your honor.”

Crisis laughed. “If it should come to that. C’mon, Johnston, let’s go home.”

Sonik snickered. “Yeh, I’m beat.”

With that, Crisis and Sonik walked back to their squad car and drove home to their separate apartments.

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In the comfort of their apartment, Greg Miller and Stephanie Miller lay naked in bed together. Stephanie brushed through her long, blonde hair, letting it fall on her shoulders and her back. Greg lay on the bed under the covers, adoring her ever-perfect body and innate beauty, as it was obvious she was in love with him.

‘So, how was work today, Greg?” Stephanie asked, through her full lips. As she asked this, she pouted for him.

“The same as usual. Had another meeting with Stone and Code: Blue, had to defeat another would-be criminal. Just a hard day at the office, so to speak.“

“Come over here,” she said, almost cooing it.

Stephanie collapsed on top of Greg, her naked body massaging and covering him with her soft, gentle, and smooth sexual touches. As they made love, she talked to him the whole time of what really interested them, things they should have talked about earlier.

When they slept, Greg had his arms around Stephanie and they both dreamt pleasant dreams through the night.

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