The dreary hum of the server farm in the early hours of the morning was only interrupted by the scratching around by a lone figure. Even in the dark, his form stood out amongst the rest of the machinery, slightly illuminated from the lone fluorescent light in the room. The wolf, calmly sifting through the various bays and drives for what he wanted in particular, laughed a bit to himself. His onyx-tinted self, along with his crimson-tinged ears, eyes, and paws were more than enough camouflage. Even though his chest, forearms, and legs were as white as fresh snow, it wasn't anything that his pure black suit couldn't hide.

It was a simple enough procedure, anyway. Locate the right drive, work his magic, and all would be right once more. Besides, why not look stylish when doing such a mundane task?

"El Lobo Rojo," a disembodied voice whispered from the dark. "Why'd I have a feeling you would be skulking around the city this late at night?"

The lupine sighed and shook his head, fingers still flying about the electronics to find what he needed in particular. "Yeah, I'm just fooling around on this and that, but at least I'm doing something important, Random."

Another figure slipped into Lobo's view from around the corner, opposite from the side of the room from which the earlier voice originated. "Nice to finally put a face to the nickname, but step away from that console. You and I both know you don't want our fighting to ruin anything in here." The figure, heavy-set and ursine, stood nearly half a foot taller than the wolf. From the looks of it, it seemed fairly easy for the chestnut-colored bear to send Lobo flying with a good charge, but not without some collateral damage with some of the electronics all about.

"Same here," Lobo grinned as his fingers finally hit their intended mark. "But, unlike you in your street clothes, I've been working all night long on this. Just a few more seconds and this website will be better than it ever was before, practically rebuilt from the ground up. It's about time one of us brought it into 2013, right?"

His head turned to look in Random's direction, but his eyes caught only a glance at an empty scene. His arms, however, were  jerked suddenly behind him, right before feeling his fur being matted with the cool, vice-like grip of plastic. Random, quite pleased with his teleporting and superhuman strength, gripped along Lobo's hands. "Really, are you still  trying to fix that social site? Persona and I warned you about that before," Random sighed to himself, especially since his nights were filled to the brim of people who just didn't listen to his advice. "You can't play 'social director' or 'freelance sys admin' for a site you don't own. If they don't want your help, that's it."

Lobo simply shook his head in defiance. "My upgrades would have worked perfectly! They're perfect in simulation at least five times over. If you have to, though, snap out that drive, alright? The last thing I want are trumped-up charges about this and that."

Taking pity on the wolf and his acquiescence, Random, still holding his captive tight, looked over at the components. It took a minute of guidance, but soon the malicious part was free and in Random's care. "There, that ought to do it."

"You know, when you said you weren't too good at tech, I didn't think you could do it. Thanks for getting me less time on all of this." Lobo rustled his hands around, letting the rubbing of his fingers along the top of the bear's hands substitute for a handshake. "Don't worry if you get a call about the servers being a bit slower for the next hour or so. It's just to be expected."

Random raised an eyebrow at the notion as he started to walk them both to the door and down the hall, where the rest of security should be waiting. "Don't worry, I'll keep that in mind. I guess you did your homework about who pays my bills on the side, eh?"

"At least one of us did, I could say," Lobo smirked, right as the world went up in flames right before Random's eyes. The sudden flash that enveloped him was enough to make him take a few steps back, throwing his arms up in front of his face defensively. The world suddenly grew silent once more, save for the familiar hum of the electronics all around. The bright spots that assaulted his eyes went away after a few seconds, but Lobo was nowhere to be seen.

The door to the hallway flew open with a crash, some of it hanging off of the hinges due to the force. Two culpeo foxes, adorned in navy security outfits, started spraying the room down with their fire extinguishers. They soon stopped, however, when the realized the room was far from being awash in flames like they originally expected.

"What the hell? Tom, you heard him, right?" One of the security guards asked the other. "Random, what's going on? We heard there was an inferno in here! Are you hurt?"

"Yeah, yeah, I'm fine!" Random shouted back, still a bit in shock. "Save for what was like a minor explosion, but...from what I'm seeing, nothing's damaged." He surveyed the room with the other two, not noticing a single thing out of place from before. The only thing out of the ordinary was Lobo, from earlier, but...

Wait.

"You guys didn't see a well-dressed wolf walking around, did you?" Random started at Tom, all the while starting to take a few uneasy steps towards the door.

Tom looked at his cohort, Mike, and raised an eyebrow. "There was some poor suit who was completely covered in flames and all, screaming that we had to get down here and get you out. Jessica threw a fire blanket on him and split off from us so she could call EMS for the guy."

"Damn it! Call down to the parking garage and tell them not to let anyone enter or leave. I'm going to pop in front of the main entrance so he doesn't get out on foot. Mike, you take the stairwell and watch the back. Why didn't ANYONE tell me he was a pyro?"

All the while, though, El Lobo Rojo had already made his escape. It was easy enough to thank the kind red panda security officer after she doused off his self-created flames, remaining motionless but breathing heavily just so she could have peace of mind to radio for help further on down the hallway. Once out-of-sight, it was pretty much child's play to get down just two flights of stairs, conjure up some flames and melt away most of that annoying glass pane at the end of the hall, and get a good running leap through the opening. The super-powered lupine found it quite refreshing to land smack-dab in the center of the pool on the roof of the elevator next door, especially after generating all of that heat over the past ten minutes. Soon he was out of the pool and slipping through the rooftop access door he propped open hours earlier, right after the pool area shut down for the evening. May as well take advantage of lax security wherever possible.

With a bit of a spark he set himself ablaze for half a minute, just to make sure every bit of him was dried off. The suit along, as black and as elegant as it was, cost him a fortune just to be completely fireproof up to thousands of degrees Fahrenheit. He figured that Random, as great of a hero as he was, should be flustered enough still by the little flash bang trick from earlier to be unaware that his nemesis is just right next door, at least until he can slip away by car. Even better, the drive that was removed was really quite integral to the rest of the website's system, and in just another few minutes it would be more than just having slight delays and loading issues. Some tens of thousands of people across he world were about to wake up to find their beloved site down, and there were more than enough issues to make sure it would stay that way for a few more weeks.

In the meantime, though? Random is too much of a do-gooder to let it go, so he would be first and foremost on Lobo's tail. It was better that way, he reasoned, for as long as his foe is teleporting all around the state, localized jump by localized jump, it leaves him less in contact with the technical staff about what happened and what went missing. And since Random, from Lobo's research, was an exceptional author and freelance writer, although not as savvy with technology...well, all the better.

To Lobo, life was but a wonderful game, and any opportunity to be part of a fine chase or caper was far more desirable than simple inferno-based destruction, like a lot of his fiery-powered compatriots reveled in more often than not. Besides, nothing was better to start off the weekend than a good, long game of cat-and-mouse, especially with thousands of people lamenting electronically in the distance.