Trollmia's little ramblings:
This is something that began to brew in my head as I went on holiday during midsummer. Hearing Sammy Hagar's song: I can't drive 55. I really don't know where this will go or what the pairings will be either. Right now – I just write as it comes to me.

Silver Rider

Nobody really knew how the legend about the Silver Rider began. But it was there one day and it spread like wildfire. When the legend, the rumors, reached the Office of Law, they didn't believe it at first. They dismissed it as an urban legend amongst the youngsters that were involved with rave parties and street racing.

The stories were all similar. The Silver Rider appeared out of nowhere when a street race with much money involved was being held. The silver painted car held no plates what so ever. No name, nothing. Not even the most car-crazed person could tell what kind of car model it was. The driver never stepped out and he collected his prize money by just opening his back window so they could put it in the small back seat and then he disappeared. Or more like he just vanished. Many had tried following him but it was as if he had turned into air and blown away. Thus he got pet names as Silver Phantom. And since he drove so fast – he was the Silver Bullet.

It was not until a highway patrol reported in a speeding car that matched the description of the Silver Rider's vehicle that the Office of Law began to suspect that there might be some truth to the rumors after all.

The report stated that the patrolling car had managed to get up side by side with the silver colored car. They wanted him to pullover but all they got was someone lowering the window and they saw a woman with mirror shades smile at them before she stepped on the pedal and was gone in split second. "No car of today can drive that fast," the report stated. The officers had been baffled by the sheer force that must be hiding under the hood of that car. An investigator had asked how fast the car might have gone and the officers said: "We had free 5 miles of free sight; it was gone in less than three seconds." No car could drive that fast unless it had something that nobody else had.

At first the United States thought they were alone to have this "living urban legend", but reports began to come from all over the world. And it was then a pact was formed between the largest nations of the globe. They needed to investigate this because the technology of these drivers was beyond anything the human kind had seen. And their base was Alamo in Nevada.

The investigators from the states were three people.

Nara Shikamaru – He had an IQ over 200 but lazy as they could come. But he was smart and could calculate things in ways that very few could.

Inuzuka Kiba – A tracker with a highly developed sense of smell. If there were the tiniest of tracks, he could track it.

Akimichi Chouji – He was not smart or had any special skills at all unless you counted for the fact that he could eat fifteen bags of potato chips without vomit afterwards as a skill. But he was a gentle giant. He had a very calming effect on people and it was that very thing that made him part of this group plus Shikamaru refused to work if he was not on the team.

"Troublesome," the genius stated as he leaned back against his chair and put his feet up on his newly assigned desk. He fished up a cigarette and lit it as looked at his friend and the tracker. He put the lighter back into his green vest as he took a deep drag from the cigarette.

"Everything is troublesome to you, you lazy bastard," Kiba growled as he walked over to the coffee-machine and served himself a cup of the black stuff. He looked as if he just had come in from a two months vacation outdoors. His dark brown hair was unruly and his eyes looked wild. He had two dark red, tribal markings on his cheeks, stating that he was part of some sort of native tribe somewhere.

"Shut up," mumbled Shikamaru as he took another deep drag from his cigarette.

"Guys, don't argue, we have more important things to think about," said the gentle Chouji. "We will soon have our new team mates coming in here and we need to focus on our problem."

"Yeah, you're right Chouji," said Kiba and gulped down the bitter coffee he had in his cup before going for a refill. "So… who are they really?"

"Well, I have a folder here that tells me a bit about them," Chouji said.

"Start from the top," Shikamaru said as he killed his cigarette.

"Alright, first there's a person named Uzumaki Naruto. And according to the file here – he comes from Scandinavia. He has a reputation to be a rather loud and not so delicate figure. But he's solved a lot of crimes by instinct and stubbornness alone. He's not afraid to go physical if things gets rough."

Shikamaru wrinkled his nose. Not his kind of type of people at all.

"Heh, sounds like a guy with humor," Kiba said with a wide grin.

"Your kind of guy you mean?" Shikamaru shot back.

"Then there's Uchiha Sasuke. The file here states that he's a weapons genius. He can see a person fire a weapon and right after he can use it too."

"Savant's syndrome?" Shikamaru asked.

"Sa what syndrome?" Kiba looked confused.

"Savant's syndrome, people with autism can sometimes develop a certain part of their brain. There are those that can hear a symphony just once and then replay it without faults," Shikamaru explained with a tired look on his face.

"So we have a retard on our group?"

"No, the Uchiha is just special like that, otherwise he's just like us. Although his papers here states that's he is a loner," Chouji said.

"Could be a troublemaker," Shikamaru said.

"Indeed," Kiba agreed.

"We're going to get help from Hyuuga Neji."

"Hyuuga? Are you sure?" Shikamaru asked.

"Yes, that's what the papers here says anyway," Chouji said.

"Strange, the Hyuuga I know are not police officers or even close."

"That's right. Hyuuga Neji is the nephew of the man that owns Hyuuga Cyber Technologies. But he's a genius when it comes down to breakthrough technology, computers and of course the Jyuuken, the gentle fist technique – a form of martial art."

"So our leaders believe that the Silver Rider is using some form of strange technology?" Shikamaru concluded.

"Sounds like it," Kiba chipped in.

"He will be accompanied by two other people. One is very famous too. Rock Lee, the world champion of martial arts. The only martial art he doesn't know is the Jyuuken. But otherwise he is a very deadly weapon. He's been placed on our team for protection. And so is Tenten – another master of weapons. She can handle anything from a pencil to a fighter plane."

"She?? Tenten is a woman?" Kiba shot from his chair with wide, sparkling eyes.

"Yes, Tenten is a woman," Chouji complied.

"Man, that's wonderful. I was afraid that we were going to be like the Scooby gay-squad of Mystery or something!!!"

"Che!"

"You think with your dick sometimes, Kiba," Chouji laughed as he looked down into his folder again. Then his laugh got stuck in his throat.

"Chouji? What's the matter?" asked Shikamaru.

"Take a look for yourself," Chouji choked out as he handed over the folder to the genius.

Shikamaru looked down and saw what had made Chouji so uncomfortable.

"Fuck, you got to be kidding me!!" Shikamaru growled.

"WHAT?!" Kiba shouted.

"I can't believe it but the guys upstairs have assigned the Desert Trio to our group," Shikamaru said as he flipped between the pages.

"The Desert Trio? Who are they?" Kiba was curious.

"It's said that they are siblings. Their origin is somewhat clouded but there are sources that says that they come from Siberia. So troublesome, why have they been assigned to this?" Shikamaru lit another cigarette.

"So? Tell me about them," Kiba demanded.

"The oldest is Temari. She has killed a lot of her targets by using razor sharp fans. The file here also states that she's a strategist and can easily calculate events several steps ahead."

"He, he, sounds as if you would like her," Kiba chuckled. And laughed harder when Shikamaru made a face at him.

"Her younger brother Kankurou often uses puppets or dolls when he's targeting someone. He's very skilled when it comes down to different sorts of poison and he has worked as a forensic detective."

"Well, that can come in handy, the forensic-stuff I mean," said Kiba. "I don't know about the dolls though. I mean… what kind of man would play with dollies?"

"But the real trouble-maker is the youngest of the three. Gaara. There are those that calls him a monster because he will not hesitate to kill. It will not matter if the target is a man, woman or child. He kills them all. But how - nobody knows. Some targets just disappears, others seems to have gone through a sandstorm that have blasted the skin off their bodies. Really disturbing.

"You mean they've been skinned alive?" Kiba said with a disgusted frown.

"Yes, troublesome indeed."

"So… is there any more crazy people that will join our force?" Chouji asked after he had swallowed four donuts in one gulp.

"One, Aburame Shino. A forensic detective with the hobby entomology as a very big asset."

"A guy that likes the creepy crawly? Great…" Kiba shivered.

"He's one of the world's leading experts on forensic science," Shikamaru stated.

"Great, a creepy smart-ass with a love for bugs, I feel so much better now," Kiba growled.

"I don't like it," Chouji stated after a few moments of silence.

"Neither do I," said Shikamaru. "If we find this Silver Rider – and capture him… We will have the worlds governments on us. We must destroy him and his technology before any country can put their paws on him."

"What?" Kiba shouted.

"We must kill him and destroy what ever he's using to drive that thing of his," Shikamaru explained.

"Or else the world will be thrown into a new World War," Chouji filled in.

"Exactly."

"Fuck, that… fuck… you think so?" Kiba asked as he scratched the back of his head.

Both Chouji and Shikamaru nodded.

"FUCK!!"

To be continued…