In New York

Logan showered afterenjoying his well deserved snack. He spent the time under the hot water plotting exactly what to do to help some cash. But more importantly, he needed to do something besides belittle Hall and sleep around with his two lovely ladies.

"We have no real need for finances. Our vassals will provide enough for us to continue our conquest without undue attention." Fracture said as it materialized. The parasite made an appearance for two reasons: it enjoyed the hot water and maybe if Logan heard himself talk he could be dissuaded from his present course of action.

"Maybe but we are a fucking race horse man." He explained to the toothy crimson face in front of him. "If we don't exercise our muscles we will stagnate. And I don't want to be who I was ever again."

Fracture titled his head at the rush of n anger and shame he felt from his host. "What do you have in mind?"

"Can't you tell?"

"Yes, but you need to articulate them so you actually have a plan. Not run super fast, look badass, steal some shit, and run super fast again."

"Fuck you that sounds great." Logan said defensively.

"Run fast to where?"

"Somewhere populated. Like New York"

"What would we steal?"

"Gold or silver. We could melt them down so it can't be traced. Take the pieces to wherever would pay for it. Mining towns, jewelry manufacturers, shady pawnshops, blah blah blah." Logan started to put a plan into motion. "A transport carrying that shit would be optimal. We could use our merged form so we could smash, grab, and disappear before anyone could make heads or tails of what's going on."

Fracture nodded. It wasn't perfect or low key like it wanted but it was better than the initial planning.

"AND the most important part. We will look absolutely bad ass." Logan said triumphantly.

Within minutes Logan was merged with fracture. Standing much taller than his normal height and with highly defined lean muscles covered by a living crimson suit, he cut quite an intimidating figure. He looked towards the setting sun to gauge which direction was north. After turning to the appropriate direction he was confronted with what looked to be two miles of water before seeing land again. Without hesitation he bolted towards the water, determined to see how Fracture would adapt to this type of obstacle.

Once within the water he felt his body widen out and flatten so that his kicks propelled him forward fast enough to keep up with the fleeing fish he had spooked. He also didn't feel any need to breathe.

*I am oxygenating our blood through our skin and the sorrounding H20 compound.*

Logan was soon out of the water and with a shimmer was cloaked from view. After a couple of hours speeding along the ground he finally arrived in the world famous city. He quickly perched himself on top of the many rooftops and contemplated on how he was going to find any needles in this giant haystack. He felt compelled to climb to a higher building and, once he was there, he felt filaments of Fracture being carried of into the wind. His senses bombarded with the angels and sounds of multiple busy streets. He felt the jolts as a thousand people bumped into the spider web thin strands still connected to his body. He heard a million sounds of the city at night and, if it wasn't for Fracture taking the brunt of all these sensations, Logan may have gone mad.

*I have located four potential targets. One mobile, two stationary, and one gathering of influential humans. They seem intoxicated.*

Logan quickly tracked the near invisible tendril that was tracking a private armored transport. In mere moments he was able to quietly leap on the vehicle, his camouflage was still effectively shielding him from observation. He formed a saw with his arm and cut a hole in the thick metal big enough for him to drop through. The inside was different from what he thought an armored car should look like. Like everything had been sterilized and perfectly organized, someone was paid very well to ensure everything was clean and accountable.

(Well to be fair I've never actually seen the inside of one of these. Probably just reading too much into it.) Most of the containers had expensive looking electronics but two of the solid black cases had ten small bricks of gold. He grabbed the two cases before he dropped his camouflage and exited the vehicle. No sense in wasting energy when people would question two floating suitcases anyways. He was confident that no one could see him clearly in the low light setting so he put all his effort into sheer speed. He was home in about two-thirds the time it took to make the trip originally.

Chance McCallister reviewed the video recordings from the burgled vehicle. As head of security for Zenith Technologies, he took his job very seriously. He narrowed his green eyes as his red hued eyebrows furrowed at the still image on the screen. Without context it looked to be a detailed cosplay suit, but he had seen this suit cut through three inches of steel while being nearly invisible until it picked up the suitcases. This thing has cost his company over five million dollars but, more importantly, presented an opportunity to make billions more. Chance backed away from the screen. He had been given authorization to use whatever means necessary to track and acquire his new target. He took great pride in his status within Zenith and with all the assets he had at his disposal he was confident he could find whatever this thing was.