Here's the next chapter, thanks to ECHO-173 for his help, enjoy!

Lincoln was running through the town once again. Drinking a cold smoothie as he spots a tower of smoke coming from the distance, his eyes zoomed in and saw it was a burning building. Lincoln smiled as he changed course, unbeknownst to him.

At the scene, people gathered off to the side watching the burning building while a cop car arrived and the police officer pulled out a megaphone as soon as he stepped out. "Please stay calm, miss! Fire And Rescue Are On Their Way!!" A young girl was high up on the building, struggling to breathe. The girl, while trying to catch her breath, loses her footing and falls. "No!" The officer shouts. As she falls, time begins to slow down and eventually comes to a stop.

The Loud boy and Chandler, now clad in a mostly black suit with a large Golden C on his chest with his legs and fist covered in gold, on his back looked to be an engine with gold pipes and his legs looked almost like wheels, arrive on the scene at the same time, both ready to be the hero.

Lincoln and Chandler announced in unknowing unison. "I got her!" They then looked down at each other.

Chandler looked at Lincoln with a shocked expression before shouting, "Wait, who the hell are you? Are you trying to steal my spotlight?" Chandler then looked closer at Lincoln. "Also... Have we met before? I feel like I've seen your face somewhere before."

Lincoln rolled his eyes and replied, "I'm the fastest in this town,"

"Fastest? Bull, that's me! Let's race!" Chandler challenged Lincoln, who looked up at the girl, still falling in slow motion.

He then went back to Chandler. Lincoln sighed before he replied, "Well, what the heck? I've got time."

Chandler took a starting position as Lincoln did a couple of warm up jumps, "Okay, first who can't run anymore, on the count of three. Three!" Chandler cheats and runs off ahead of Lincoln.

The Loud boy shouted in anger, chasing after Chandler, "Hey!" He soon catches up to Chandler and runs alongside him. "Hey hey hey! Cheap trick, jerk!" Lincoln stated.

Chandler gave Lincoln a smug smile as he retorted, "I got another one for you!" Chandler punches Lincoln, knocking him off course.

Lincoln caught himself as he ran up the side of a building. "So that's how we're gonna do this, huh?" He catches up with Chandler and runs alongside him again. "Let's dance then goldie locks," Lincoln taunted.

They jump off and trade blows in midair until Chandler catches one of Lincoln's punches as he shifts behind the Scarlet Speedster and kicks him away. "Catch ya later!" Chandler lands in the park and keeps running. "Hmph, what a loser!"

The Lincoln suddenly appears amid some trees, then hops back into the race. "Hey man! Did you miss me?" Lincoln asked as they two continued their race. "So. How'd you get your super speed?" Lincoln asked, making small talk as he dodged cheap shots from Chandler.

"Somebody sent me a suit that makes me super fast! You?!" Chandler replied, swinging his fist back to go for a nut shot.

Lincoln swirled around Chandler, evading his low blow, and replied, "Cyborg. Got really messed up a long time ago and ended up getting a lot of parts replaced."

The two race across the Great Lakes City part of Royal Lakes City, zooming past a cafe, where a teenager with very curly reddish-brown hair was enjoying her tea, until two blurs passed them, they were so fast her hair was pushed back and straightened, the tea splashed on her face.

Eventually ending up in a scrap yard, zooming around, clashing with each other. Chandler takes the initiative and gives Lincoln a Polish hammer, flooring him, however at the same time, Lincoln tags Chandler's chest with his hand. "Too slow!" Chandler started with a smug laugh, "I must be a god of speed if you're what counts as the fastest!"

"Being the fastest isn't just about movement speed." Lincoln replied, seemingly unfazed by Chandler's attack as he lofted about on the floor.

Chandler was confused until he started sliding, "What the heck?!" Chandler took off into a running sprint but he continued to move backwards. "Woah!" He shouted as he flung backwards and clung to a trunk. "What... Rrg! Did you- Grrg!! DO?!?!" Chandler shouted as he tried to remove himself from the truck.

Lincoln held up his hand and a piece of wood came flying into it, "Magnetism. I can turn myself or anything I touch into a strong magnet. Wood, metal, rock. Anything." Lincoln answered by twirling the wood chunk, tossing it away and catching it as it came back like a yoyo without a string. "Super speed isn't my only power, otherwise I'd be a one trick pony."

Lincoln hopped up to his feet and tossed the wood chunk aside, before clapping his hands together. "And I like having my options." Lincoln stated, pulling his hands apart, the air seemed to quake between his hands. "Like creating an erratic flow of pulling and pushing magnetic forces." Lincoln then opened his hands toward Chandler, and the red headed teen was hit with what felt like a monsoon, pulling him back and pushing him away.

Eventually, Chandler went flying out the other side of the truck he was stuck too and blasted clear back into town, landing smack dab in a fountain where a mist cloud formed upon impact. Chandler scrambled to his feet, the mist fogging up his vision, "I'm gonna kill that jerk off, and when I do, I'll... I'll... What is that drafty feeling...?" Chandler asked himself as the cloud settled.

"EW!! PERVERT!!!" A woman screamed, Chandler then found that he was in the middle of a public park... in NOTHING... But his underwear. His suit was now gone, reduced to pieces beneath his feet. Chandler immediately covered his underwear with his hands as people either laughed, took pictures, or called the police. Lincoln arrived but remained out of sight, he cringed at the sight of Chandler in his undies and bolted away. Returning to the scene of the burning building to catch and return the girl to the ground safely.

Before anyone noticed, Lincoln then zoomed off and stopped at an alleyway with some of the pieces of Chandler's suit. Looking them over, he was wondering just where did they get this suit?

*****

"And that's how my day went," Lincoln finished explaining, the Loud boy had returned home and finished explaining what happened between him and Chandler. However, Lori didn't seem to want to let him go from her Anti-Grav as she held him upside down. "No one saw my face... Other than Chandler, but he didn't recognize me." Lincoln explained, only to be dropped on his head. "Ow."

Luna was on the other side of the room, trying to walk as her mother guided her. A slightly tall 21 year old woman with fair skin with freckles on her cheeks, short brown hair in a sharp pixie cut, purple eyeshadow, dark purple eyes & possesses a voluptuous pear shaped body with some athleticism, a slightly large chest, wider hips/thighs and the biggest rear end of all the older sisters. She wears crescent moon earrings, a sleeveless black & purple trim leather jacket with shoulder spikes & a menacing purple skull on the left side & the back of the jacket, black shirt with a white skull, black wristbands with studs, a white belt, ripped purple jeans that hug her huge curves and purple & black boots. "Go easy on him Lori. He means well."

"One step at a time, Luna." Rita said as she motioned for her daughter to walk toward her.

"He shouldn't be out there in the first place!" Lori retorted, "He should be staying here where it's safe and- He left again didn't he?!" Lori roared as she didn't need to look to know that Lincoln had, in fact, bolted out of the house again.

Lily then added, "You do tend to hit him with your Gravity Cannon when you're angry." Lily then hopped up from the couch as Lisa came into the room.

Lisa was floating a pen as she entered, "We don't really need to worry, in each one of you I've installed-"

*****

"Full Stealth Technology." Gambler explained. At Incognito Labs' underground labs, where their technology was in its experimental phase, Carol and Gambler were looking at a video feed from Chandler's suit. But they only saw a blurry orange figure, and a voice so muffled that they couldn't make out a single word. "It counters any video or audio bug we could possibly have or make."

Carol looked at Gambler and asked, "So how'd you get that recording of those two cyborgs?"

Gambler tapped the side of his head with his cybernetic eye, "My Cybernetic eye was created using my original eyeball, my Retina is still organic. So it's not affected by the stealth technology. But I doubt anyone is willing to have their organs turned into cyborg parts, we're not in Cyberpunk."

Carol sighed in annoyance, "So the only way to find out about this speedster running about is through looking at him in person." Carol then looked at the broken remains of Chandler's suit. "Well, suppose this trial run is over, time to get serious."

"Hold no now, cher." Gambler spoke up. "Now I know you want to get serious, but we can't afford to get our hands dirty now. Before getting serious, how about we do the play-play a little more, hmm?"

"What are you getting at?" Carol was questioning his logic, his logic that made her question her own.

"We built that little playsuit for that boy to catch up with that other boy, no? No one knew who built it, no? We wanted to see what else that brat got on em, but we got squat from the tapes. If we go to it now, we might as well be chucking light up dynamite at a wooden door, people will be questioning why we are going after them? Questions will bring more questions and if one slips up, we go down. You and all this."

Carol then sighed and pinched the bridge of her nose, "I'm not saying we go after them directly, I was talking about upgrading Chandler's suit and sending him again."

"No no no, we don't just upgrade that suit if we wish, you think that brat can hold a lie, how long before people start to wonder why this one brat has a sweet- Actually ugly suit."

"No, but the suit did install a microchip that'll blow him up if he talks about this to anyone," Carol then started to wonder something. "What are you getting at?"

"Don't bet on a single horse girl, bet on more. Make more suits for idiots, and I will help distribute them." He then flicked the tip of his hat, his brown suit turned black and his mustache changed from chestnut to white. "And no one will know who I am." The Gambler's voice changed, it was rough and lost the accent.

"So, your plan is for us to make suits, you give them out to random people and just see what happens..." Carol then recalls something, "Ah, yes, you weren't at the board meeting, we already discussed this, we planned to do this from the start."

"Exactly, now here is the best part of the deal. You won't be suspected neither the labs, not our fault our tech keeps getting "stolen" and some locos hand it out like toys, and our tech will be practically tested by these villains, and we need a top-of-the-line prison for the people, a prison where they could escape and get their suits back but someone, possible the "thieves" who've been "robbing" us." The Gambler smirked, seeing Carol's mind processing everything and she smiled. "There's that crazy lady I know and sometimes things are plotting to kill me in my sleep!"

"One time! And you drank my coffee! I NEED THAT!" Carol then went over to her computer, pulling up plans and blueprints. "Now, where to start?"

*****

Chandler was back in his home and kicked in his door, before slamming it shut. "Goddammit! If that suit was gonna break then why even make it?!" Chandler roared as he threw his nightstand. He proceeded to throw and break various things around his room until he went into his personal bathroom. Chandler looked into the mirror before washing his face, upon looking up he noticed a small strand of golden hair, thinking it was just some left over gunk of the suit.

He was about to punch his mirror before seeing someone was behind him, in all black. "WHAT THE--" Chandler turned around to see they had a gun in hand, their other hand with a finger over their mouth, telling him to shut up before they walked out with a briefcase in hand, dropping it on Chandler's bed. Chandler followed them, the man in black opened the case and pulled out a file, handing it to Chandler.

"Actually read this, know how the suit works, or you'll crash, burn, possibly die a painful death or be crippled for life." The man explained before they walked over to the window and exited the room. "Oh right." He then broke the window by punching it, he didn't even need to, he just did.

"... What the hell was that!?" Chandler shouted in confusion. He then looked into the case, seeing his suit but different, it had some added black around his chest, some of the gold was now plain metal but it still had some gold. "Well, this is better looking, if I can't be a hero then I'm going to break that loser speedster's legs and drag him for miles!" Chandler then looked at the file he was handed, upon opening it, there were some instructions along with a name.

"If you wear this suit you have to go by a codename, it adds flair and makes people know who you are: Crashcourse!" Chandler noticed the symbol still had the C on it. "Crashcourse, huh? Fine, I'll be that!"

To Be Continued...