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# 4- "ABSOLENT ANALYSIS"
Written by Anthony Crute

The heavy metal door of the car shot off sideways, shoved by the powerful arm of Doc Samson. He had just been blindsided by a massive 18-wheel vehicle at a crossroads. This was the second time today someone had tried to kill him; he was beginning to take it personally.

The truck itself was still shoving the car he rode in along the road but it was slowly being pushed to the side letting the truck carry on its path careering down the road. It took a second before the car came to a halt.

Samson looked across at Stacy Dolan in the seat next to him. She was the detective who had been assigned to the case when his office exploded. Her head was bleeding and her eyes were glassy.

Doc’s hand slid under her chair and with almost no effort he lifted the entire seat an inch from the floor, showing great skill and restraint, and he moved out sideways exiting the vehicle. He dropped her down gently onto the pavement next to the car.

A horn blared behind him. He turned to look at another car screaming towards him. It was again empty. He tensed his muscles and then launched himself sideways with his shoulder into the front of the car, sending it rolling sideways across the road.

A second car slammed into him. He braced his legs and tightened his grip as he lifted the vehicle into the air. Its wheel’s span madly for a second before he slammed it down.

Dolan had by this point managed to compose herself enough to climb to her feet. “I’ve had enough!” Samson slammed the car once more for good measure and then hurled it into the path of another which was hurtling at them. His teeth gritted and his eyes flashed green for a second before he launched himself skywards towards the truck.

Dolan rested her weight on the bonnet of her car and looked up at the form of Doc Samson as it hurtled through the air away from her down the road following the noise of screeching and beeping traffic. In one jump he’d almost cleared a city block. She looked through the window of one of the ‘attacking’ cars, a large brick was pressed into the accelerator. Doc’s smashing attack had however severed the electrical link, meaning the wheels had stopped spinning. She leaned into her car and clicked the radio receiver. “This is officer Dolan, we are under attack and need support…”

Samson’s eyes were fixed on the truck below him. His arms were outstretched and were in a small way steering and slowing his descent. He had timed his jump perfectly to land in just the optimum position as the truck roared past there. Cars at every junction skidded to a halt or were wiped sideways as the massive vehicle ploughed through them.

Samson would have usually worried about the people, he was very people orientated but now he was totally focused on the truck. His teeth were gritted, each pushing with the pressure of a small pile driver while his eyes shone greener than usual. It was something all Gamma irradiated individuals had to go through. Their mutations seemed linked to their psyches but also strongly at times to their emotion…especially anger.

Samson felt the solid form of the truck’s trailer for a second before the force of his body dragged him through it. His feet slammed into the back axle smashing it in half before his feet touched the ground.

Sparks shot into the air followed by concrete from the torn axle and Samson’s feet. The truck tilted and skidded sideways, tossed off balance by the broken axle. Doc grabbed the side of the truck and pulled as hard as he could. The trailor was lifted from the ground while the cab continued to spin.

He let out a loud scream of rage as he whipped the truck down onto the road surface. Glass shattered and metal buckled. He lifted it into the air again and slammed it down. He roared with rage again before continuing with another smash.

It was a few minutes until Stacy Dolan had managed to cover the distance between the two on foot. She could hear the nearby police sirens. Crowds of fearful civilians cowered as they watched Samson from the relative safety of buildings dotted around him. He was busy still smashing and ripping chunks of metal from the truck.

“Freeze, Doc!” Dolan widened her stance a little more. She was shaky on her feet and couldn’t help but think if she unloaded her gun she’d be knocked on her ass. She pointed her gun directly at Doc Samson. She could understand what he was doing, if someone was purposefully trying to kill her she’d have been doing much the same thing, if not more but at the minute she couldn’t help but see Doc as a threat to the citizens she was sworn to protect.

Samson turned to face Dolan. The vein in his neck was bulging wildly as it pulsed with green blood. His muscles were bulging under his red shirt. His shoulders were hunched forward as he leaned forward slightly. His green eyes showed no sign of recollection. “I’m not sure if it’ll work but I will put a bullet between your eyes!” she said.

Samson blinked and exhaled sharply. He stood up to his full height and forced his shoulders back. He kept his eyes closed. Dolan could hear his sharp inhaling and exhaling as if he was trying to calm himself.

His eyes opened and he swore at the debris all around him. One of his worst fears had come true. He knew about the problems his irradiated blood could cause. He, up to this point, had been the only one without some serious mental break, even Jennifer had ‘Hulked out’ fully at some point or another but Leonard, through his usually calm nature, constant restraint, anger therapy techniques and daily meditation had managed to keep any extreme spikes under control.

Dolan’s gun still covered him but was lowering slowly. “We won’t get any evidence from this pile of debris. We might be luckier from the others.” She jerked her head behind her.

“I’ll help with the clean up and pay for any of the damage I’ve caused.”

“You’ll go to your hotel and let me do my work! Look around! You’re done, this is the end of the line for you.” Dolan wasn’t prepared to put up with any more of his complaints even if he did have S.H.I.E.L.D level clearance.

“I can’t let whoever is out there take another shot at me…people could have been hurt.” Samson pulled his words back and closed his eyes for a second. He realised the fist he had made in his hand. He was too close to the investigation, he needed space. While people could have gotten hurt by the truck they were just as likely to be hurt by his actions.

“We’ll talk about it in the morning.” Dolan holstered her gun as the first of several cruisers screeched to a halt. The last thing she wanted was a misunderstanding leading to a shooting of Samson. “We’ll review everything then.”

Doc exhaled slightly and nodded. Dolan was being more than fair. He began to walk over to the other cops whom would give him a ride.

The next morning outside Samson’s hotel…

Dolan sat leaning on the inside of her car door. Her eyes were closed under her shades as she attempted to catch up on a minute or two of the hours of sleep she was lacking from the previous night. She had went over the area with a fine tooth comb and then had to apply for a replacement car. Her head wound had also been stitched.

The car she was given was a good ten years older than the last one. The upholstery was flaking and stained, the air didn’t work, one window didn’t wind down, the radio seemed determined only to listen to gospel, the steering wheel was covered in a brown sticky substance Dolan didn’t want to think about and the worst of all of it was the entire car reeked of cigarettes. She so wanted a smoke.

She flicked her head to the side and watched as Samson made his way towards the car. She had dropped in a couple of minutes earlier to tell the desk clerk to ring up to Samson’s room. He had asked for a few more minutes to finish his meditation and she had shuffled off to rest in her car.

Samson opened the door and lowered himself into the passenger seat. He looked similar to the previous day even down to the same unstable molecule clothing but he was now no longer stained black in places due to the soot of fire. He also wore around his neck a silver Star of David on a leather chain.

“I borrowed it from a bell hop…it gives me something to focus on….helps me keep calm.” He had noticed her glance. She nodded understanding and put the car in gear. “So?”

“Brick on the accelerator, standard idea. What’s odd though is someone who can blow themselves up and teleport would use it.”

“That’s not what I meant,” Samson rang his hands in his lap. Dolan noted his behaviour; she had not imagined he could ever be so unconfident with himself. Dolan was a great judge of character and she could tell that the most important thing in the world to Samson was his ability to help others. Given what he almost did yesterday she understood what a huge blow it could be to his confidence it would have been the same if she was unable to put clues together.

“You were under a lot of pressure and you lost control…is it going to happen again?”

Samson shook his head. “If I think anything like that is going to happen I’ll walk away…I don’t want to be that man, I’ve seen what anger can do to people.”

“Then we don’t need to mention it anymore. It’s behind us. You’re right for the most part, whoever this is, is going to keep coming after you and people could be hurt so it’s best if you’re with me and actively looking. You had any more ideas about who it could be?”

Samson paused and then shook his head. Dolan watched him carefully from the side of her sunglasses. “I’ve had an idea on a possible lead or two though.”

“Yeah I’ve had one or two myself, who are yours?” Dolan pulled the car over for a second. It was pointless moving until she knew where she was going.

“I can’t say,” Samson grinned ever so slightly. “Doctor patient confidentiality.”

Dolan rolled her eyes and made an exasperated noise. “You are so full of crap! Tell me where to go.” She shook her head as she started up the engine again and Samson told her the address where she was heading.

The two drove for a few minutes in silence. Dolan could see Samson was still nervous about the events of last night. He was slowly warming up and becoming more confident. She didn’t like it. She liked nervous and quiet Samson even less than she liked loud and over confident Samson. She swore at herself as she offered out the olive branch. “Have to say…what you did to that truck was cool as fu—” Dolan honked her horn at the car in front before she finished her sentence.

Samson laughed.

A non-descript crappy apartment building in the crappiest block in the city…

Doc Samson followed by Dolan weaved their way up the old flight of stairs. The tiles were cracked and the stone underneath was broken down into nothing but rubble in places. Samson took great care to step over three stairs, Dolan didn’t question him but just hopped over the three. She was curious as to what was in the brown bag he had stopped off to grab.

They walked down a stinking corridor. Dolan glanced into several open doors to see dirty children dropped down in front of the TV surrounded by filth as they shoved chips and chocolate into their mouths.

Samson rapped on a door gently and stopped. Dolan shot him a glance but he only returned a gentle smile. A shuffling on the other side of the door pre-empted its opening.

The man on the other side was close to seven feet but he stood with a huge stoop meaning he was only around five feet. His skin was a light grey, an actual grey not just pasty human tone. His eyes were huge. “Ah, Leo! This must be Detective Dolan!” He grinned happily and gestured inside the apartment. He spoke with happiness and regard for Samson.

The apartment was not like the rest of the building. Every surface was immaculate and obviously treated with care. Photos of the man’s family adorned the walls while the old radiation king style TV pumped out its black and white images. A shelf full of books filled a wall just behind an old large leather chair.

“How do you know who I am?”

“I called ahead from the store,” Samson held up the bag in his hand. “It was only polite…hey, Solomon”

The thin bony hand of the man slapped across the back of Samson’s head. “Y’know the last time a beautiful woman was in my apartment? I could have done the whole mystic seeing into the future thing…impressed her.” He wiggled his fingers towards Dolan for a second before snatching the bag from Samson’s hand and shoving his hand inside. He pulled out the foot long sub from the bag and took a bite. He followed the bite while closing his eyes and making a long ‘mmmm’ noise.

“So you can see the future?” Dolan asked, she shot a worried look to Samson. She wasn’t sure she would be able to get an arrest warrant on the say so of a fortune teller.

“Ever since I was a teenager, X-gene and all that crap,” he said and took another hungry bite of the sandwich. “Best meal in the city!” He turned to Samson and pointed a long crooked finger. “You should come by more often! That crazy bitch refuses to buy me these, apparently I’m only allowed the set meals.” He was referring to his home help.

“Well, it’s only two blocks away,” Samson shrugged as he dropped down onto the sofa opposite the leather chair which the man was sinking slowly into with a sigh.

“I know, I know stop going on. I’m doing all the exercises.” He waved his hand dismissively at Samson.

“A mutant clairvoyant?” Dolan rubbed her chin for a few seconds. “We still can’t get a warrant but if you come down to the station we can take a statement.”

“NO!” He yelled and shook his head and then jabbed his thumb at her. “Didn’t you tell her anything?”

Samson shook his head. “Doctor patient confidentiality.”

“You are so full of crap!” laughed Solomon. Dolan didn’t even try to hide the grin which exploded across her face, she was beginning to love this mutant. “I’ve got acute agoraphobia, I don’t go out.” He shook his head. “I’ve seen too much.” He tapped his head gently. “I’ve seen all the bad things out there and I know I’m safe here…plus it’s not like I’m missing much, I know everything that is going on anyway.” He shrugged and then took another bite of the sandwich.

Dolan nodded gently. It wasn’t too much of a loss, his evidence was inadmissible anyway but he could possibly point them in the right direction, she wasn’t sure about the reliability of those who could see the future but at the minute they had no leads. “So what can you tell us?”

Solomon forced himself back in his chair.

“Beware the light!
It cuts like a blade!
His goal is insight!
He will not rest until you are slayed!”

Solomon blinked several times… “Sorry about the terrible rhyming, I was never very good at poetry. I hope it can help.”

“That’s it?” Dolan looked between Solomon and Samson who was standing up and held out his hand to the old mutant.

“It’s the way his power works. That’s all he can give us. Thanks, Solomon. I’ll be back next week for a proper session, keep up on the mental exercises.”

Solomon said bye to the pair and saw them to the door, he went no further while they continued back out to Dolan’s car. It had a crude picture of a pig saying ‘Oink’ now sprayed on its side. “Well, that was a waste of time,” Dolan swore at the end.

“We know it’s definitely a man and it might help us later on,” Samson nodded as he strode over to the car.

“Oh it’s a man…what a lead,” grumbled Stacy as she opened the door and climbed in.

A few hours later…

Doc Samson lit the car headlights and looked at the building in front of him ‘Riley’s Pool Hall’ it announced in a broken sign. There were several broken windows that were boarded up. “You bring me to the nicest crap holes.” Samson smiled.

“Like you can talk, Solomon’s apartment building wasn’t exactly in the nicest place.” Dolan smiled, she and Samson had managed to be getting on today. Their snarky comments were shallow and kept away from all major organs.

“That was just the one, this is the seventh pool hall you’ve brought me to today.” The two walked towards the door quickly, they were both getting sick of going in only to be told they were in the wrong place.

“Is it my fault criminals move around?” Dolan shrugged as her hand slammed into the swinging door shoving it open and the two went inside.

The pool hall was like any other they had seen that day. The lights were dimmed in the entire place other than the long strip lights which hung over the pool tables themselves. Samson always thought they looked exactly like the strip lights hanging over strategy tables in war rooms with the little generals shoving their round troops around with sticks.

There were several less than savoury looking individuals who glanced up from their games and then very ‘casually’ placed their cues down and walked rapidly to the back entrance of the building. Samson wasn’t sure if they recognised Dolan as a cop or simply because a very tall and muscular superhero had just walked in.

Dolan walked over to the man behind the counter, her eyes were however moving across the lay of the building searching for the people she was looking for. She found them and changed her direction, she flashed her cop badge to the proprietor who just held up his hands and shook his head. He wanted nothing to do with what was going on.

“Hey, Dolan!” cried one of the men Dolan crossed the room towards. The other three chuckled slightly at his fake happiness.

Samson looked at them slightly bemused. He had dealt with some odd cases in his time and clients who had a large range of disorders which presented in the oddest behaviours but he knew that today would stick in his mind.

The man who yelled with happiness was leaning over the pool table and thrust his cue forward hitting the white ball which careered into a stripe and sent it spinning into the corner pocket. He was dressed all in yellow and had both on his front and back a large white circle with a black #9 in the centre. On his head he wore a large beach ball sized sphere.

The three men were dressed similarly. One was taller than the others and dressed in green with a large #6, the third man was in red with a #11 and the third man was smaller than the others and deathly thin, he wore yellow with a #3. His head cocked to one side before he sharply jerked it the other and then again back to the centre.

“He’s knew…he’ll get used to the weight eventually,” 9-Ball said as he saw Samson’s interest in their newest recruit.

“This is 8-Ball’s gang,” informed Dolan. 9-Ball coughed. “This is 9-ball’s gang, they had a falling out with 8-ball when he decided to go solo.”

Samson was about to ask if 8-Ball was the goon Jennifer had dealt with who used pool based gimmicks but thought better of it. He knew 8-Ball was a brilliant engineer who built all his own devices, these men didn’t seem to be brilliant engineers…though they were adept at pool.

“Anything goes on in the underworld they hear about it. So…?”

9-Ball looked at Dolan and then flicked his eyes up to Samson. “You, Doc Samson?” The green haired goliath nodded gently. “Heard about your office,” the man grinned.

“You heard anything else? A perp?” Samson had said it again and once again sounded like a bad TV cop. The ball based villains and Dolan both shot him a disdainful look.

9-ball blew air threw his teeth. “I might have, I hear a lot of things…what’s it worth?”

Samson shot a glance to Dolan. “Well I’ve just lost a lot of things but I still have some savings, I suppose…”

Dolan held out her hand, she had already told him the day before that they don’t bribe people into giving them information. “I like your hat,” Dolan indicated to the man’s large pool ball head. He was leaning forward over the pool table ready to pot another ball. “Is that titanium or anything?”

9-Ball flicked his eyes up to her, “Nope, Phenolic Resin same as any other ball…we strive for realism. It’ll still stop a bullet!” He moved his eyes back to the pool table before striking the white.

Dolan’s hand moved rapidly and snatched up the ball he was aiming for meaning the white slid gently into the pocket. “Hey what’s the big idea!”

Dolan tossed the ball sideways to Samson. He brought both hands together and caught the ball. He stood for a second staring at the three before opening up his palm and blowing into it. The thick cloud of dust billowed out. “What do you know?” he asked simply, there wasn’t even the hint of a threat.

They watched as 9-ball’s companions backed away slowly. “Single guy working alone, got a real jones against you…” he blinked several times as he tried to think what he had heard along the grape vine. “I never got a name, I know he’s a big player though, he’s tossed down with everyone at one point or another…that’s all I know.”

“You sure?” Dolan handed another ball to Samson who this time pulverized it with just two fingers…he was enjoying this more than he should have. 9-Ball nodded and was now joining his companions in backing away. “We’re done here,” she gestured to Samson and the two turned and left.

“So we can’t bribe people but we can threaten them?” Samson asked as he walked behind her.

“We didn’t threaten them, you just showed off your muscle and it loosened his lips.” Dolan shrugged. “If it had went to threats then I’d have had no problem with that either.”

“If I didn’t know any better I swear you’re just using me for my body.” Samson’s joking tone hid a very real fear he was having. He had taken a back seat to Dolan’s superior skills so that he could remain distant and not lose control but he was a genius and an expert in people and how they thought and how they acted, so surely he felt he could have been more help than an imposing figure. He suddenly felt very much like blushing as he realised what he had just said.

Dolan too felt like blushing but she easily didn’t; she was an adult and such a stupid Freudian slip wasn’t going to unnerve her. “Maybe later if you’re lucky,” Dolan swore in her mind and began to go red, now that was embarrassing.

“So where to now?” asked Samson. He was trying to ignore the embarrassing moment shared between the two.

A few hours later…

Samson and Dolan pulled up outside a bank. They had spent the afternoon touring every dive they could find. In each one they’d end up talking to one of Dolan’s less than reputable ‘friends’ in an effort to gather information about who was after him and why.

They had so far talked to mutants with power control issues which left Samson with a little less eyebrow hair than usual. A Moloid of the Mole Man who was in witness protection. The ghost of a murdered detective who had to jump from dead body to dead body every couple of days…he was currently a stray dog working undercover in a drug smuggling ring. Finally a Chinese man who looked to be well over a few hundred years old, all the time they spoke he had a baby dragon snapping around his ankles.

They had all been interesting to say the least but none of them could be said to have been overly helpful with the identity of the person who was doing this. All they could gather was he was male, working alone, had some success in the whole super crime circuit, could burn hot without flames and seemed to be able to teleport.

“So who are we here to see?” Samson undid his seat belt and began to rotate to climb out of the small car.

“My bank manager…there’s been a problem with my pay check.” Dolan nodded. This had absolutely noting to do with the investigation.

The two made their way inside and joined the queue, this was when the space time continuum began to fluctuate so the ten minutes they stood there in silence both in deep thought stretched out into forever.

They were each rolling over the clues in their minds and thinking about the history Samson had with various super villains from personal experience or the file on him and the events. The two couldn’t come up with anything, Dolan kept thinking there was something Samson wasn’t telling her.

The time rolled by slowly until Dolan was the next person in the queue. She approached the older woman in the little glass window when a loud voice boomed across the bank floor. “Alright everybody down!”

The large figure which had entered the bank was wearing a large raincoat and hat much like the one The Thing used to wear. He tossed off the clothing and it was clear he was most certainly not The Thing. “I’m just here for the money no one has to get hurt!”

The ground shook as The Rhino stomped across the bank floor. His eyes were moving left and right as he took in the people in the bank looking for any problems to his current simple plan.

Dolan’s hand moved towards her gun, they were at the moment hidden behind a pillar which held up the roof. Samson’s hand moved and cupped her and stopped her pulling the gun. “He’s bullet proof,” Samson said as he ducked slightly and began to move around the pillar.

He couldn’t help but notice he was already ready to launch into a fight, it was unusual for him but he put it down to the feeling he’d had all day of being surplus to the requirements of the case.

Rhino moved around the pillar and could now see Dolan, her gun was holstered and covered by her jacket. Samson was still hidden behind the pillar. Happy with the lack of danger Rhino walked forward and straight through the bullet proof glass. It shattered around him sending glass spilling around the floor. His lack of interest in hostages meant people were free to run as quickly as they could from the building. It was something Samson had been hoping for as he continued around d the rest of the pillar. “Rhino!” he called.

The large grey man turned and stared at Samson for a second and sighed. “I should have known it wouldn’t be this easy…still if it’s only you.” He grinned. Rhino had went up against The Hulk so many times and even fought him to a standstill he figured he didn’t have much to fear from the gamma powered shrink. He snorted air out of his nose noisily and launched himself forward while lowering his head.

Samson tightened the muscles in his body and especially his legs as he prepared to meet the rampaging Rhino. The immovable object was met with the unstoppable force. The shock of the two powers sent a wave out through the building shattering glass windows and the low hanging chandeliers above them.

The two had their teeth gritted and their knuckles were white with the pressure they were gripping one another with. Their muscles were as tight and solid as the brick of the building.

Dolan moved around the pillar to get a clear line of sight, drawing her gun. She wasn’t sure what she could do at the minute but if something came up she thought she could handle she would.

“You’ve really picked a bad time Rhino!” Samson tossed his shoulder forward and forced Rhino back a little bit more. “I’ve had a bad couple of days!”

“You’ve had a bad time! Try being me! I can bench press a bus but live in a lousy roach holiday resort!” Rhino rocked back as Samson pushed him before launching forward again.

Samson let his body go limp and dropped back slightly, he pushed with his strength as he tossed Rhino up and flung him over his body with a roll. When he had set out to become a superhero he had studied many forms of combat, Judo was one of them.

The massive grey form skidded along the floor ripping up the tile and concrete as he slid. Once he stopped he immediately climbed to his feet and launched forward again. “You ever think of not being a two bit criminal?” Samson dodged to the side as the massive form of Rhino careered into him. It compromised his footing meaning he flew backwards with Rhino’s force but allowed him to slam his massive fists into his back like a club.

The two men landed on the floor smashing a large portion of the floor. The force brought down one of the hanging chandeliers which smashed on the floor.

The two men traded punches on the floor, the building was shaking around them with each blow which landed. Large cracks shot through the ground like a scene from Tremors.

Samson shifted his weight and gripped his hands together and drove the large knot of fists into Rhino’s throat and pulled tightly. When he became a superhero he had also freshened up on his high school wrestling skills.

Rhino struggled in his grasp and struck blows into Samson’s face. He slowly managed to get some wriggle room. Samson released him and then launched himself sideways and resumed his grip. He had moved so now the inside of his elbow was around the throat of Rhino while his weight was right on top of his neck.

Rhino’s face was flushing red as the blood pumped to his head. His tongue protruded slightly as he fought for breath. Samson’s face was doing similarly as he gritted his teeth and put his full force into keeping his grip strong.

The arm of Rhino was stretched out and waving madly. His finger’s brushed one of the loose and random shards of metal tossed from the fallen chandelier. He gripped it in his hand and swung it towards the face of Samson.

The shot from Dolan’s gun found its target sending the makeshift blade hurtling out of Rhino’s grip away from the two men. Rhino seemed to give up the fight as his body went limp. Samson held on for a few more seconds before releasing his body.

Several police officers burst through the bank doors. “This is, what, the third time the police have been called to your location in three days?” Dolan asked Samson. “I thought you had retired from this stuff.”

“So did I,” sighed Samson as he hauled Rhino to his shoulder and prepared to answer the police’s questions and give statements.

Two Hours later…

Dolan switched the car off as she pulled up outside of the hotel where Samson was staying. It had not been a most eventful day, Samson was feeling a little demoralised. He was used to taking a long time with things in his line of work as a psychiatrist but usually his super human activities wrapped up rather quickly. Dolan was used to her police work taking a lot longer…though usually less eventful in such a short time.

The two sat in silence for a second, the question of who could be after Samson was hanging heavily in the air but both were just at the end of their tether talking about possible culprits. Dolan still thought that Samson knew more than he was letting on, her current idea was that this was in some way related to one of his patients and that’s why he was keeping silent on the matter.

“Would you like to come in for some coffee?” asked Samson as he unclipped his seat belt.

Dolan looked at him for a second, she had heard the line many times before. It usually preceeded sex which she would later regret. Her body was now currently going wild, it was attracted to the huge man sitting next to her and her slight sex addiction was pushing her forward urging her to say yes. She swore at herself and said that nothing would come of it, she was determined not to make any more stupid mistakes. She was not going to be attracted to him and she was not going to have sex with him.

Three hours later…

Doc Samson climbed out of bed as Stacy Dolan sleepily rolled away from him. He made sure she remained covered and warm as he wrapped a bed sheet around himself. He grabbed a glass from the bedside table and made his way into the bathroom to fill it with water.

He smiled at himself in his reflection before wiping it clean. He didn’t want to be that guy but honestly he liked Dolan, she grated on him like no ones business but he couldn’t help but be drawn to her.

He was glad what had happened had happened for a second because it was what brought her into his life. He stared into his own eyes in the mirror, and a car drove past outside casting a light across his eyes.

He grabbed the glass and lifted it to his lips. The door of his hotel room exploded inwards shattering into splinters by the force of the blow from the other side. Samson rushed through the joining bathroom door and into the main bedroom. “Stacy!” he called out to his ‘partner’. He saw her stir and sit bolt upright as her hands moved to the gun holster which hung across the bedside cabinet.

A blinding light filled the room as a figure stepped forward and fixed his gaze on Samson.

“You!” they both send at the same time.

To Be Continued…