Trike Getaway

I am leaning against the wall beside the door waiting to for anyone to dare to enter and standing so that I can detect anyone stomping my way. When I feel a group heading in, I create a darkness cloud to cover the entrance. I can see, but they can't so I start bebopping around and tapping shoulders and getting them to fight each other who end up knocking the entire team out. I drop the darkness cloud, grab their tasers, drag the bodies to a corner, straighten them up a bit, and then take up my initial position waiting for the next group. When the next group arrives, I drop the cloud, and begin using the tasers in order to take them out. I toss the used tasers and continue collecting new ones as I move the knocked out bad guys to the corner. I am taking out the third group, when unbeknownst to me, a something rises up from the hole in the middle of the room. I am still fighting the guys and while I am dealing with the group, I suddenly notice that the rest of the party are gone and I can see a guy in some kind of armor. He is shooting blue rays from his hands and I duck just as one is about to hit me. My field dims unexpectedly so I decide to work on expanding my darkness to cloud Mr. Bad Guy. Then I am knocked out.
 
When I wake up, I am reclining inside a bubble approximately twelve foot in diameter. All of my surroundings are higher class and I quickly check my pockets which are now empty, but nothing else seems to be touched. I do truly feel some high altitude sickness with just the overall muscle exhaustion and headache instead of the flu symptoms as in the past. Touching the bubble with my bare hand feels slick like leaded crystal and I can feel a small electrical field as the hairs on that hand stand at attention. Glancing around the room, I can see nice seating (bolted to the floor) and table with lips to keep things from falling off. I can see food and drink on the tables, but I can't smell anything. I can see two individuals in overalls as the groups I was fighting earlier, but no weapons. They also seem to have jet packs, but lower powered ones. They are guarding an entrance and keeping an eye on me, but not focused. Checking the strength of the bubble and to get past this exhaustion with some exercise.
 
The bubble reacts wtih some brighter blue flashes and the projection area also flashes a brighter blue which might mean a power soure getting used up. I continue to perform various jumps, leaps, and kicks to see if I can make the bubble pop or the power source die. While I am practicing, I keep an eye on the guards, but they don't seem to care what I am doing or be worried about it at all. I also keep an eye on the room. There is an outside door, the door the guards are out, and a third door that I can see - might be more that are disguised. My assumption is that the guards are covering the door to the owner's sanctuary, while the third door should lead to a hub that would allow access to all decks. I notice the guards standing to attention so I keep my spinning up and when other people enter, I do a final movement to land in a tada pose. Three ladies enter from the guarded room and they turn to face the door where a man in a wheelchair follows. He is large, high probabily he is blind, bushy eyebrows, a nose broken multiple times, not entirely bald, bulky arms which taper to spindly wrists, child fingers on an adult hand., and legs that do not appear to move. The mechanized wheelchair itself has more than two wheels, not all of which are touching the floor. He is wearing a gray, collarless shirt that looks like silk with a quilted pullover vest. Then I notice there are two minions that are walking behind him. One is typing on a keyboard while the other is talking quietly into a microphone - both are probably doing livestream of visual cues.
 
The wheelchair turns to face the women saying something about the necessity of ensuring the consulate has been nuetralized first before tackling the main goal. He is talking in English and then realizes the women can't understand him and switches to their language. They are not impressed with the guy and since I don't like his looks much, I suggest that I would be happy to help them take out the wheelchair guy and while one of the ladies looks interested they mostly ignore me. The guy however looks towards me and we exchange a few words then music is blaring and threats ensue. He then says that he is going to take me back to his ship and a man comes forward to release the wheels from the safety clamps and when he stands up he winks at me. I take that as a sign that he has assisted me to escape so I try to do a forward aerial cartwheel to break the bubble before I am carted off. It doesn't work and I am left with the sound of being inside a crystal bell while it is ringing.
Mr. Winky exudes sympathy for me, but still rolls me towards a small jet with a bubble dome that is about the size of a yacht and puts me into an elevator. Winky guy then pats my trolley and scurries off to the staff elevator. My own elveator has to have a button held entire time to work which is done by the keyboard guy. Then Winky guy is back to get me off elevator and moves me to new area of the deck.
 
Surprising both me and Mr. Winky, the floor sinks down until most of cart is under floor and the bottom of my bubble is resting on the carpet and then he leaves. He does disappear, but I see his shadow move down the hall. He might still be here to help or might not. Then the vehicle takes off and starts traveling away, though I am not sure which way or what our destination might be. Wheelchair man turns to me while minions sit down and buckle in. He explains his use of a nasally voice to meet expectations of the group. He is known as Mr. Vehnon and is a mutant who was happy to remove me from the clutches of Dr. Destroyer - if that is even his name. He can perceive that I am not from this world as he is not either. He is also part of an organization to mitigate a situaiton imposed on a small nation. He is a member of that nation that he has joined due to perceived benefits.
 
The ship lands and the first officer (who is Mr. Winky guy) gets my trolley on the elevator, and rolls me in the wake of Mr. Vehnon's group. We enter a bulding and end up in a smaller room with a desk covered with various equipment. He does some manipulations and the bubble shuts down. I cartwheel of the top of the trolley and Vehnon says I can freshen up and then I will be taken to a room for a meal. Mr. Winky disappears again and I go in to freshen up. No mirrors, but there are three polarized windows that show occassional lightening flashes. I don't feel tired anymore so I freshen up as best I can and then walk out to find a women is waiting for me dressed almost entirely in red. She uses my chin as a focul point. We talk breifly and she shares some information about various places she knows about. She does mention that the Island layer (or is it lair) is restricted. Surely I would not wish to go there as my face would be melted off and I agree that would be a bad thing to happen. She indicates where I should go to find the dining area. She is not worthy and should not show her back to me so she can direct me, but not lead me.
 
The room we enter was most likely a bunk room that has been turned into a nice dining room with dumbell shapped table that keeps people close to each other. He recognizes my entrance (he is told by his two minions) and compliments me on my appearance and suggests I sit. We will start with entree and then move to salad course to allow me to fortify with protein. During the meal we discuss how it is pointless to look for solutions in own reality as surely other realities have already solved the problem. Realistically, the means to use 98% of resources in the city, to stregthen its boundary walls, and protect the entrances, as well as allow better access control to areas we use for growing food, and ensure that the population gets filtered sunshine and keep away dangers that cause terminal illnesses. He is sure that several other realities have solved at least one of these problems and should be happy to share that knowledge.
 
When asked why work with brickers he responds that he just wanted conversations with Dr. Destroyer. He is just a thief stealing the technology that I was interested in and he wants to rule this world to suit himself. He tells me that the only way to kill him is multiple nuclear devices which will kill the entire world eventually. This has to be true because this same individual has been attacking this world for 120 years with slowly increasing success rates. He could tell them about the only solution he sees, but he doesn't want to intentinally hurt this world as he is a Gray hat. This means he wishes to do no harm to others, make no moral choices, and avoid areas that are not within his knowledge area. He did not understand when he was young, but does now that he does not know everything and is only a genuis within a limited area.
 
In his own reality, he did careful experiments to determine if his blindness was a payment for hisgenius. He had observed that his world of origin was on a fast decline and he was not able to slow it down. He attempted a desparate gamble and was found by Dean Sussex and gathered, along with what others he could find from my reality, and given the ability to improve his chances of survival from what my stupid gamble has cost him. He would then explain to each individual when they were capable of understanding what his goal was for his nation (giant natural bubble under the surface of a different reality) and ask them to join him in the quest to solve the problems.
 
His particular area of genius is energy fields connected to material science and is marvelous at scaled engineering principles. He finally understands why his body is what it is based upon the desparate gamble he took. Now he is very good at analysis of machinery and knows when he should not make assumptions and should study more. He is passable at fluid dynamics and is fascinated by historical structure though he has to take lessons in this from lesser individuals who more readily understand that aspect. In the area of reality switching technology he understands enough to be project leader. He can know when to use the technology to know or if it should be avoided. The gray hats are looking for another world walking genius to assist in getting answers for thier quest. He wants to ask me much about my travels, but I answer a few short questions and then give him a link from my necklace and a snip of my cotton shirt to run some experiments on before I insist I must go to sleep to prepare for a trip back to my companions.
 
I do my best to clean up, put a chair in front of the door, and set my internal alarm for five hours of sleep. Mr. Winky wakes me with a hand on my mouth and tells me that if I wait any longer I won't be going back to my companions. There is a female mastermind in control of the group who has decided that I am more valoable here than free. He sets my bed on fire, has me change back into my clothes and makes sure that I keep what I was wearing. We, after kidnapping my maid, go downstairs to pick up a trike without wheels. He puts my dressing gown and the maid's shoes in a storage component of the trike, then grabs a sidecar and puts it on the seat. He assigns me to pick up the front of the trike, the maid to the back, and he grabs the middle and we set off through the dining room and out a door into the cold. There is a gigantic glowing heat pillar which I have no clue as to its purpose. Once I get past that, I see the rails. We get the bike on the rails, he puts the maid on the seat, assigns me to the sidecar, and turns on the bike. We hear an alarm and a shield starts to cover the rail entrance, but we get through in time. He requests me to put up a darkness cloud and I do so that we are covered, but not enough that it would be noticable. He can't see, but then he blinks sevearl times and he has wolf eyes and is apparently able to see and tries to go faster. We go several miles north through the Catskills (I swear it has to be!) and then we land.
 
He gets into the side car to rest and tells me that I am driving now. I have no idea where we are or where we are going as Mr. Winky doesn't like to share details. I rewind my memory to see how to get the trike up and running after a few tries I manage to figure out how to drive it without breaking anything. I debate briefly about whether I should follow the river or not, but since I don't know exactly where to go or how long this will keep flying, I head up the river for speed's sake. After forty-five minutes or so, I get the hang of flying, but now it is getting it colder and there are flurries. I'm not truly clear on how fast we are going or if I am being followed.