Disclaimer: I do not own the Flash nor Static, it is a property of DC Comics.

A/N: This just something I wrote on the fly. Please read and review.

December 31, 2013

Paris Island, Central City

An assault force silently emerged from the foggy night air. The empty streets of Central City open up to them. They walk past an abandoned gaming Arcade. The multi-story establishment had been dark and shuttered for decades, resembling Flynn's Arcade from TRON.

Dressed like commandoes, with the usual dark blue stuff – a cadre of battle fatigues, combat boots, weapons and equipment harnesses and vision goggles. The A.R.G.U.S. were their name. An research group formed by the government to perform clandestine mssions.

The Two leaders used hand signals motion to their team. They reacted as they'd been trained. In a smooth, fluid motion they creep forward like a shadowy herd, funneling in through the entrance from two directions.

They spread out and position themselves at different points, in a usual flanking pattern, securing the area. They take note of the various gang bangers posted around the place, keep watch.

He keyed his earbug in a vain attempt to make sense of his team's chatter jamming the radio, reporting "In position."

Another soldier takes position behind a stack of crates and draws his blaster held in a one-handed grip, activating his earbug, reporting, "In position."

"Copy that."

The team soon settles in for a spell of surveillance whilst concealing themselves from possible view of the gang members stationed in the area.

Forcing themselves to bide their time as they watch their prey.

They see two cadres of gang bangers appear from the darkness, wreathed in white smoke. Differing in bandana color.

The soldiers discerns that the exchange is about to go down. The leader keys his earbug reporting, "Hostiles are in play."

The two civilian gangs soon collide in a clash of the titans type of violence. The fight had quickly devolved into hand-to-hand combat, an individual display of martial capability. All was seen were elbows and fists and legs.

At that moment, the assault force knew then that they lost the element of surprise. It was time to shift into overdrive and apply brute force.

Remaining in position behind crates, they launched a rain of tear gas cans onto the viscous scuffle, hoping to break it up.

Tear gas filled the docks..

The thugs were coughing desperately for air.

Just then, a wide column of energy tears into the sky with a violet force. The gang members stop fighting and turn their attention to the sky.

They all forgot that it was the night that the Particle Accelerator would turn on. Thunderclap and storms erupts throughout the sky. The sky darkens. Then a bright energy wave amplifies from out of the sky. It impacts the ground, causes of ripple of residual energy to flow over the surface. It becomes more consistent until the energy wave disappears.

Wails of pain can be heard from the gang bangers as they disperse in droves.

A lurking figure appeared form the smoke, coughing, a pair of chrome blue eyes met them.

The figure trotted forward revealing to be a teenage boy of mahogany complexion. His braids complimented his boyish good looks.

The teen boy froze in motion when he was met with a cadre of GI's with their weapons leveled at him.

"Hold it right there." barked the Team Leader.

Scarlet dots flared all over the teen's body.

He met the soldiers with a blank expression. "W-Well, I've gotta jet." He quipped. "Do you mind?"

"Freeze or we'll shoot." The soldiers cocked his weapon.

"No-!" hen urged. "Don't shoot-!" Without knowing it, the teen generated a spark which whirled sinuously around him. It amplified it to a white hot incandescence and sent it flashing all the way to the soldiers head-on.

Tossing the trained commandos aside like rag-dolls putting them to shame. Before their leader could tell them to stand down, it was already too late.