Danny looked around. The people on the street had indeed run off, leaving him alone surrounded by a bunch of unconscious bodies. At least he hoped. Reaching down, he sight with relief as he took one of their pulses. Yeah, no, unconscious, that was good. Not good good, but better than dead at least. He carefully picked each one of them up and leaned them sitting against the wall, legs splayed out in front of them across the sidewalk. Then he looked back up, and grimaced.

He squatted down, feeling the electricity that powered him at the core of his being. He grunted, and his legs crackled with white sparks as juice was momentarily pumped into them. Then he pushed off from the ground, launching himself like a bullet up the side of the building. His hand reached out and caught the a windowsill, and his big blue body swung this way and that as he mantled from window to window up the side until he grasped the roof and pulled himself up beside the guy.

"What'd you say?" he asked, curiously. "Am I one of what?"

[i]Danny's Charge: 99%[/i]

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