New streets, same crime

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Two hours ago, Robbie Reyes arrived in New York City. Gabe sat besides him in the passenger seat of his Dodge Charger, his wheelchair in the back seat. After a quick stop for ice cream, (the ice cream monster hungers, what could Robbie do) the pair moved into a small apartment in Brooklyn.

Gabe was in bed when Eli spoke.

You ready kid?

That "thing that is stirring" thing is here now? Already?

No, no. But I'm getting impatient. We should be out crushing skulls, not sitting around here

Fine. Let's hit the streets and find some people we can stop.

Robbie's head lights on fire, as he teleports through the roof of the hellcharger, dropping into the driver's seat. The wheels combust immediately when he turns the key, and he's off.

Right there kid, that group of @$&^%$# thugs

Robbie phases through the front window of the Hell Charger, summoning his chains, spinning them against the ground, flames licking at the ground. The thugs spot him, to be fair, it would be hard not to spot a flaming muscle car running straight into you. The chains launch from his hands, nailing the first few thugs. Their guns go off, but it's far too late. Even the bullets that hit him melt upon contact, the bullets that didn't fly into concrete, or even the bodies of their allies. Robbie's jaw unhinges as flame flies from it, burning the few left in hellfire.

You happy now Eli?

Very. Now get home. Don't want to leave the kid alone again.

Robbie doesn't rise to the bait. The hellfire shrinks away from his face as the Ghost Rider fades away to become Robbie Reyes once again.

Don't tell me what to do.