Just A Tech Guy

He had the bad guy cornered in mere seconds and pinned to the wall moments after that. It was second nature. Look. See. React.

Adrenaline pumped through his veins from the chase and he grinned at the simple notion that this was him doing this, him and the tiny machines, the nanites rushing through his bloodstream.

It still felt like the accident that had led to his new existence was just yesterday. It had in fact been almost six months ago. While he was quite used to the technology mapping his body it had not become any less exhilarating to feel it at work and every chance he was given to display his abilities was a chance he'd take – within reason, of course.

Muscles pumping. Lungs not quite burning but not entirely at rest either. Nanites whirring. He truly couldn't get enough of it. Disregarding the social implications it was the best thing that had ever happened to him.

He reached for the handbag clenched between his prisoners' fingers and inclined his head. "Stealing is wrong, you know," he said offhandedly. "Really." He flinched as a wad of saliva came his way and landed on his jacket pocket.

"And that," he added, scrunching up his nose, "was just gross."

He wrenched the bag free and held it out with one hand to the lady peering inquisitively over his shoulder. "There you go," he said with a grim smile.

The lady uttered a quick 'thanks' and hurried off.

He turned back to pierce the almost-thief with calculative brown eyes.

"If I catch you again," he started.

The guy nodded quickly. "Yeah, sure. Sorry."

He released his grip on the guy and grinned as he watched him speed away.

fin.