Supplying Supers - Ch. 11 - The Infiltration - Beta (Patreon)

Sunday June 11th, 2025 Miami, Florida Amerika

Flux

OSDB Hero Rank: O - unranked but registered with SOC

OSDB Threat Rating: N/A - Not enough public data

The location of the shuttered amusement park was perfect for a heist. It was just outside of Miami proper’s limits, built on top of questionably acquired everglades. After the founding of Ocean World in the eighties, a surrounding suburb sprouted overnight, living off of the tourism draw of the entertainment hub. However, everything changed once the money dried up.

Nearly every public building had boarded-up windows. Gang signs were painted in multicolored spray paint decorated their exteriors. Any car unlucky enough to park along the side of the road for too long either had smashed windows or a missing carburetor. The only sign of life was a group of locals loitering out of the nearest gas station.

Daniel pulled over to the side of the road. The major thoroughfare was a four-lane road to support the influx of tourists every year. This gave them enough distance from the entrance to the facility to not draw the eye of the security, while allowing them to park close enough to not have to trek to get in.

When Flux yanked on the van door’s handle to open it, Velocity called from behind. “Don’t forget the burn stick,” she said, holding out a USB drive.

“Oh right,” Flux said, grabbing it from her hand. “Thanks.”

“Good luck.”

Flux smiled, turned around, and slumped into a puddle on the street. She absorbed the earpiece and USB drive inside of her. It made it easier for her to bring them along without worrying about dropping them.

Her fluid body rose to a bulbous peak as she took one look at Velocity. The pair shared a final nod before Flux closed the door behind her with a thin tentacle. She shrunk down into a stream of fluid, slithering onto the open road.

Flux cleared the four-lanes in just a few seconds. She passed potholes big enough for their own aquarium of mosquito eggs. When she reached the other side, she crawled over the sidewalk and into the overgrown brush that surrounded the aquarium’s fenced walls. After melding through the fence, she kept herself low to the ground and made her way inside.

The interior looked more like an urban jungle than an amusement park. Harsh rain and the southern humidity had chipped away at the once colorful signage that hung over each exhibit. Wooden kiosks rotted into decrepit slime pits. Mold grew on plush porpoises that hung in the abandoned game stalls. All the doors were chained with thick padlocks, and plywood sheets covered all the exterior windows.

If it wasn’t for Flux’s preparation, she could have easily gotten lost inside the disarray. However, she’d spent hours memorizing the facility map on their way down. Once she reached the first set of buildings, she snaked her way up the side wall and onto the roof, giving her a moment to get her bearings.

Flux scoured her surroundings, noticing three points of interest. The Orca exhibit and their eventual destination was on the eastern part of the facility. It was the largest draw and commanded the largest signage: two orcas splashing out of the water. A smiling dolphin in the northern part of the facility marked their second largest amphitheater. To the west, and closest to her, stood a former blue, now half-rusted brown tower of steel that was once the facility’s only rollercoaster.

She tilted her head toward the entrance of the facility until she spotted a gray unmarked building that she recognized as the facility’s headquarters and staff-building. It helped that it was the only building that was fully illuminated beside random security lights. As she plotted the cleared route toward the building, Flux noticed the random sparkle of patrolling flashlights moving throughout the complex.

Just as predicted, she thought.

Like a slinky falling off an edge, Flux leaped from the roof, pulling her slime with her as she flattened into a wide pool. Before the rest of her reached the surface, she swam along the broken pavement to her destination. She paused at each intersection for a few seconds to ensure it was clear before continuing on.

When she got closer to her goal, she slowed down, looking at her options. The facing wall showed no windows or doors. Flood lights hung from each corner, illuminating the surrounding area in a bright white light. There was no shadow she could hide behind.

I’ve got to find a way inside, she told herself.

While Flux’s viscosity and complete control over her form meant that she could enter just about any gap, her experience made her look toward the roof. Most buildings, whether commercial or residential, always had some way to enter from up top. Whether that was an exhaust fan, vent pipe, or a skylight window, the roof was where she wanted to be. The only thing she needed to worry about was the space being small enough to allow her to pull her earpiece and USB stick through.

Flux extended her form upward to peek over the overgrown grass. When she didn’t see anyone nearby, she looked up at the edge of the roof and shot out two strands of her slime. When her tentacles touched the surface, she leaned back and snapped her body like a rubber band, using the momentum to pull herself to the other side. Her entire form smacked the top edge like an exploded water balloon. She felt no pain as her separated goo moved back into the bulk of her shape.

Flux skated along the rooftop until she located a covered exhaust vent. She pulled the cover flap open and tasted the inner walls. Her hyperactive taste didn’t taste anything toxic. In fact, she tasted the exhaust of old cooking oil. She smiled internally as she squeezed her body down the length of the tube.

Flux’s senses were supernatural thanks to her abnormal biology. While she formed eyes on her body, she didn’t use them like a normal human. They were like staring through a pair of binoculars, better for long range scouting only. Her other senses rounded out her normal and close sight vision.

The reflections of both sound and light across her slime displayed the shape of an object and its distance from her. It also smelled the air, filling all the void space in between. Her touch not only gave her the feeling of an object but also its taste. In negotiations, this was critical. She could hear someone’s subtle nervousness or smell their body odor, giving away their fear. An attribute her employer was always thankful for.

However, her vision came with a handicap. It meant she could only see in a small field of view that she focused on. However, since everything else was amplified, she was typically alerted of a threat before she saw them. Her quick reflexes allowed her to react swiftly, adjusting her focus area to address any incoming danger.

As she reached the end of the tube, she detected small slivers of light down below. The opening widened to four metal baffle grease filters. She poked a finger-length of herself between the gaps in the filter, formed an eyeball, and glanced around the room.

Stainless steel shelving full of stacked pots and pans lined the closest walls. Inside the sinks sat a mountain of dishes topped with crusted remains that provided nutrition for the scurrying critters that ate in the dark. Still water rusted the empty buffet bar that sat as the transition point between the kitchen and the seating area.

A thin layer of dusk coated everything in a gray tint except for a walking path from the entrance to the closest industrial refrigerator. The aged beast hummed obnoxiously as it attempted to maintain its temperature. Beyond two double doors sat rows of blue circular tables with matching metal and plastic chairs. Empty napkin and condiment containers dotted the tops of each of the tables. Thick spiderwebs hung from every corner, dotted with the deceased remains of their week of meals.

Behind them, she found what she was looking for. Mounted on ceiling hung dome security cameras. They showed no signs of life. However, Flux wouldn’t take the chance of being spotted before she reached her bounty.

Her gaze shifted further along the ceiling tiles until she spotted thick, white industrial vents that led to the building’s HVAC. From her briefing, the doors in this building were all security locked with access panels. However, she had no plans to try to use them. The vents provided a secret highway accessible only to someone like her, and she planned to take full advantage of it.

Flux oozed through the kitchen range’s opening. She slithered up the range and onto the hanging tile. Once she reached it, she spread herself as thin as possible, hoping the thickness wouldn’t give away any sign of her advance toward the vent. Upon reaching it, she scooted in between the thatched pattern and into the ductwork.

With no prying eyes, Flux scurried throughout the metal hallways, doing her best to balance speed without creating unnecessary noise. She kept her form spread out to reduce her weight through one point, only stopping to peep through vents.

After moving from the kitchen to a nearby restroom, Flux had a better understanding of the vent and her path. She needed to make it to the security office, which she knew was in the center of the building. It only took her a few minutes before she arrived at her destination.

The smell of a fresh coffee swirled into the metal chamber as she got close. The sounds of sporadic typing and mouse clicking grew more intense. When she reached the ceiling vent, she leaned over and gazed down.

A lone guard with a balding head of brown hair sat in a black office chair in front of nine computer monitors. He wore a white button shirt tucked into black slacks. A small metal clip held a black tie to his chest. His utility belt and holstered firearm rested on the top of his desk within arm’s reach.

The room looked cramped. The white tile floor and white walls did little to make the room feel larger. Opposite the computer desk was a single black couch, four metal weapons lockers and a single server rack. The room felt stuffy with the number of electronics in the small space while the air conditioner failed to keep up with the heat.

As she watched the man work, Flux’s insides bubbled. Her longing hunger filled her mind. It raced with wonder at how he would taste. He was so very close.

Images flashed in her mind of the way she would kill and consume him. She could sharpen hundreds of teeth, taking one giant chomp out of him, spraying the walls with blood and viscera. An alternative option would be the quiet approach.

She could fall in one big glob on his head, dissolving it as she worked her way down. Or she could make a grand entrance, exploding through the vent, letting him see her. She would get to smell his fear and see the terrified look on his face.

Yes… Yes! she thought, her primal mind fueling her desires. But Flux immediately recoiled back from the vent when the guard cocked his brow and looked upward.

Did I give myself away? she wondered. He didn’t see me, did he? I think I might have gotten too lost in the moment.

Flux waited a few more seconds before she heard more typing on the keyboard. Only then did she peer back over the edge to gaze at her quarry. When she saw that his focus was back to the screens, Flux readied herself.

Time to make my move. Remember Mr. Webb’s words…. No biting. No biting. No biting.

Flux slowly lowered herself from the ceiling vent to the cool tile floor below. When she touched it, she shifted her body down the strand, pooling into a pool below as if she was body gel being poured into her master’s hand. Small globs fell down along their path until her entire body was present.

When everything was poured, she rose from the floor, forming a faceless, humanoid shape of purple slime with long tentacle arms. She snapped one around the man’s neck and the other around his arms.

His eyes widened in horror. He gasped, staring at Flux’s alien reflection in the monitors. His feet kicked violently, each slap echoing in the small room as he struggled to breathe.

Flux tightened her grip, and the man groaned in pain. She stepped behind him and leaned forward near his ear. Small bubbles popped on the surface of her skin as she whispered, “Shh, sleep now.”

The fight in the man vanished, and his eyes rolled into the back of his head as he slumped into the chair. She could hear the change in his heartbeat to know he wasn’t faking or dead. She lifted him up out of the seat and laid him on the ground next to her, not wanting to have an enemy behind her.

Using all of her senses and the data Flux gathered from the man simply from her touch, she molded her body. In just a few seconds, she was a nearly perfect replica of the man she’d just strangled. She turned and sat in the computer chair before pulling her earpiece out of her body and moving it to her newly formed ear.

Flux scouted the desk for the PC connected to the monitors. When she found it underneath the desk, she pulled the USB from her body and attempted to stick it in. Only to have to flip it once, then again, before it slid inside.

Flux wasn’t sure how the blast stick worked. But from what Mr. Webb had told her, it would scour the network and delete any archived footage from the servers, leaving the security cameras operational but not recording. It also disabled any security alarms by mirroring the signal and keeping it open.

Once the prompt to open the drive popped up on the middle screen, Flux double clicked it. A progress bar appeared on the screen as the program ran. She assumed it was working by the increase in fan speed of the servers behind her and the chittering echo of the hard drives.

When the progress completed, Flux pulled the drive from the PC and disintegrated it in her slime.

“I’m in,” Flux said, grabbing on the mouse.

“Any issues?” Velocity asked over their comm.

“Nothing. The shift commander is sleeping.”

“What about the guards?”

“Let me look.”

Flux extended ten bulbs from her head before forming individual eyes on each one. She lined one up to each monitor, leaving the tenth to watch the guard that laid at her feet. She clicked through the screens a few times, counting out everyone.

She spotted all of them quickly. All except one. After scrolling through the one hundred and twenty cameras that were active a second time, she spoke aloud. “I’ve eyes on eight.”

“I thought there was supposed to be nine?” Velocity asked.

“Yes. But I’m only seeing eight.”

Velocity let out a sigh. “Things never go as planned. Should we pull in?”

“Let me do one more scan.”

“Okay.”

After performing another pass through all the cameras, Flux said, “Yeah, I’m not seeing nine. You’re free to come in. There’s only one guard at the front. The rest are spread throughout the facility.”

“Got it. We’re moving in.”

Flux watched on the cameras as the white van pulled into the entrance. The front guard was lost in a book and didn’t notice the vehicle until the front lights crossed over him. He hesitated before standing.

A youthful voice spoke over the command leader’s radio that hung on his chest. “Hey Bill, I’ve got a vehicle approaching the front entrance. Looks like a maintenance truck. We’re not expecting anybody today, are we? Over.”

Flux froze. She’d been so excited on the hunt that she forgot to get the guard talking so she could mimic his voice. Even though her gifts mapped his physiology, it always helped to hear the real thing.

A tentacle extended from her side and retrieved the commander’s radio. It rested in front of her face, and she wondered if she should at least try. But before she pressed the talk button, Velocity took care of the problem for her.

As soon as Daniel pulled up to the security shack, he rolled his window down. The guard smacked his neck. By the time he reached for his holster, he fell back into his chair.

Velocity exited the vehicle first with her suppressed pistol raised. She walked over, checked the man’s pulse, and then holstered her weapon. After she waved Daniel over, the pair lifted the guard out of the shack and dropped him into the van. Once he was secure, Velocity ran to the security box, hit a button to raise the barrier arm, and then sprinted back.

“First target down,” Velocity said after climbing inside.

“Good work, but is it wise to bring him with you?” Flux asked.

“I didn’t want to leave him out in the open where someone could see him. It’s better to keep him in the van until we’re done.”

Flux didn’t question it. Instead, she watched the events unfold. The van crossed the large empty parking lot that only had a few cars parked near the front. Daniel spun the van around and backed the van over the curb. He didn’t stop until they reached the front security turnstiles.

Once he stopped, Velocity exited the van and opened the back door. She grabbed and opened the wooden crate that carried the explosives. One-by-one, she placed each one inside before zipping it up and shouldering it. After shutting the rear van doors, the assassin spun on a dime and drew her pistol.

“Moving through the front gate’s now,” Velocity said, her voice full of focus.

“I see you,” Flux said. “Proceed as originally planned. I will update you on guard positions as you get close.”

“Copy.”

As part of the drive down, Velocity and Flux spent the time going over the layout of the amusement park. Velocity had suggested an ideal route to speed the deployment time of the explosives. The route would take her into a triangle. She would head west from the front, planting and taking out targets until she reached the rollercoaster, then move north to the dolphin exhibit, and finally finish at Millie’s tank, where she would meet with the loading team and Flux.

Over the next hour, Velocity and Flux worked in perfect harmony to get the secondary objective done. Velocity’s expertise and swiftness surprised Flux. She was aware of the assassin’s gift but had never seen it in action.

As she called out her targets ahead, Velocity would disappear from her current position and reappear over an incapacitated body. It happened a few times before Flux realized that was part of her power, believing it to be latency with the security cameras. Then once she reached an object that was targeted for destruction, she’d reach into her bag, mount the plastic explosive to it, and turn on the receiver. It took less than a few seconds before she continued on.

Stashing the bodies far enough from the intended explosions took up most of her time. She also took things slowly, scanning every corner and rooftop as she moved through the complex methodically. Flux was initially offended, believing that Velocity didn’t trust her. But she realized, at the approaching hour, she would do the same thing if it were her. It wasn’t about trust. It was her training. She was used to always being alone.

“Charge armed on the Michelin Aquarium,” Velocity said, standing from the twenty-foot transparent wall. “Heading toward the front doors now and then making my way toward Millie’s exhibit.”

“Almost done,” Flux said as she watched Velocity use her left hand to press the push bar of the front doors, keeping her weapon hand raised. “You’ll continue down the leftmost path. The final two guards are sitting in the middle of the amphitheater. They’re just sitting there talking.”

“Perfect. Should be easy. Let me know if they change positions.”

“Copy.”

As soon as Flux finished her word, Daniel’s erratic voice squealed across the comm. “Uh… guys? I think we’ve got a problem.”

“What problem?” Flux asked, an eye noticing it before the driver responded.

“There’s a cop pulling into the parking lot.”

“A cop?” Velocity asked, throwing herself into cover. “Multiple or just one?”

“Never mind, it’s just a security car, but he’s hauling ass.”

It was as Daniel said. The vehicle came speeding around the front entrance, only slowing down briefly for the security booth, but accelerating faster once they passed by the barrier gate. The car jumped the curb and came to a screeching halt. Thankfully, Daniel had moved the van back into the empty parking lot.

It was clear from the way the car leaned; the driver was big. Once the blonde-haired, blue-eyes man got out from the car, his clothes revealed he was the ninth guard. His white shirt’s buttons screamed for dear life as they tried to hold close over his muscular chest. The rolled sleeves hung near his shoulders thanks to the peaks of his biceps. By the way he moved, she assumed his dress pants were made from a stretchy material.

“What’s happening?” Velocity asked.

“He’s getting out of his car,” Flux said calmly. “He just passed the front entrance and is running inside.”

“Do we have a problem because I can’t reach him in time? My powers don’t work for that kind of distance.”

Flux stood from the chair and reverted into her slime form. “No. Continue with the secondary objective. He’s coming my way. I’ll take care of it.”