Glitching to Fix Time {Poor Execution, Rewrite occurring in diff book}

Ch 1: Once a Legend

"What'd you say?" Nate asked him lowering his arm stepping away from him.

"It was Amaya's idea to go back to Zambesi." Ray repeated standing up. Because maybe Nate was too shocked by the news and needed to hear it again.

"No, I heard him, Ray." Nate sighed turning back to face his friend. "I was just being rhetorical."

Suddenly an explosion sounded from the upper floors. Agents were seen running away from the smoking area firing off their guns. Immediately Rip's finger went to his com.
"What's going on up there? Status report."

"Breach of containment." Tyler called down coughing to clear his lungs. "Anachronism 556. Flasher effects wore off. Subject awoke disoriented and resistant to return to her time. Believes she was kidnapped. She's en route to you and sir.... She's pissed."

"Oh bullocks." Rip grumbled to himself taking a step back as a 6 foot tall muscular woman stood on the top floor. All the agents fired at her, but she deflected the bullets with the gauntlets on her arms. Her leather sandals not hindering her balance on the rail at all. Once the top floor agents were down she leaped over the rail intent on taking down the ones on the bottom floor who dared attack her.

Nate tried to rush her steeling up. Intent on putting his new heroing skills to use but she made quick work of him. Sending him flying into a wall. Ray rushed to his side.

"Oh my ears are ringing. Everything sounds like it's vibrating." Nate groaned miserably steeled down.

"No wait I hear it too." Ray agreed hearing what sounding like an engine whirring nearby.

Suddenly an electric blue motorcycle came racing down a hall. The driver turned sharply, light glinting off their helmet painted with blue lightning bolts. She skid the bike to a stop. Whacking the Amazon warrior with the bikes back end as it swung round sending her flying into a wall, a crater forming upon impact. The woman's bike leaving skid marks in the nice rug, Tiny flames lighting the bikes tracks as lightning crackled along the rug. A time doorway to the street just above them closing behind her in the hall as she pressed a button on her watch.

The biker took off her helmet getting off the parked vehicle and the driver was revealed to be none other than Clarity Springs, the Glitch placing her helmet on the bikes seat. There were silver jewels tied into her braided chestnut brown hair that rested on her shoulder. Her blue jeans were embellished with similar jeweled stones around the pocket and the fake rip on her left upper thigh. Her navy blue tank top was lined with under arching silver sparkles. Her heeled combat boots, leather jacket, and fingerless gloves all perfectly matched each other the edges of which had crystal lined cuffs, sparkly silver jewels, and a single butterfly gemstone on each article.