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[b]Days later...[/b]

Warren was in his top floor apartment looking out at the city. Doctor Sweet and his father had managed to clone Warren and without wings. His father had the son he wanted, but it was all wrong. Sweet claimed if Warren cut his research funding he'd do something to make the clone kill Warren's father. "He almost deserves it..." he though for a few moments as a breeze kicked up. The sun was going down and the young billionaire had planned on going out. Looking down at the street from some forty stories high, it looked like a man inside of a tornado tinted green. 

"What in the hell could THAT be?" Warren said aloud from his balcony, "This looks like a job for the Archangel..!" he continued tearing his shirt open and expanding his wings.

Moments later Archangel dived down toward the street in Manhattan, to get to the bottom of this man eating tornado. However, the young hero couldn't have been more wrong. 

"Why are you doing this?!" Archangel exclaimed trying to communicate with whatever it was in the center of this thing. 

"The shape of that helmet... this could be a robot or a guy in some Ironman wannabe tech suit. Never know in THIS town..." Warren thought  to himself waiting for the thing to respond.

The winds stopped and a man stood where the tornado was once spinning. Clad in black, silver, and green he yelled out.

"'Cause I can! YOU gonna stop me Bird-Boy?" the villain asked.

"The name... is ARCHANGEL!" Warren screamed pulling his flaming sword from it's place on his hip and lighting it up.

~KL~