"What the devil?!" Wilbur snapped at the sudden disappearance and quickly made use of his shells scanners to try and locate what was going on... but when he saw the cloaked fellow in the beard, he both relaxed and became increasingly on edge... mages.

To this day, Wilbur wasn't entirely sure why he had an almost instinctive dislike of magic. Maybe it was simply because it was something he couldn't quantify. He was a man of machines and science, not a man of myths and fables. All of which turned out to be REAL. That was the kicker... how fortunate they must be, Wilbur thought, born into a life of power and just given the strength and abilities they needed to do the things he could do, and chances were, far more efficiently. Of course, that wasn't to say work didn't go into wielding these powers, Wilbur wasn't THAT nieve. But there was just something he didn't like it... it felt as if they were cheating, almost. He'd had to design and build his shell with his own two hands, collect the materials, test the weapon capabilities, it'd been in development for over 3 years before he finally finished the design and came out to the public.

Heroes needed hard work. And Gandalf over there certainly didn't look the working type... 

What was more important were his words, that and taking their skeleton into custody. He'd let them do that at least. Who was it that once said "Magic must defeat magic"?

A meeting... with their old friends the champions. Wilbur reviled at the thought. They'd left to follow their own ideals for a good reason, and now it seemed they were going to be forced back together like two puzzle pieces that didn't connect. What was going to happen that they couldn't already figure out? Their old allies would lecture them on how they were doing the right thing and would be oh so gracious to accept them back into their team to work together again, like it never even happened. It was as forseeable as a cloudy sky creating rain. 

However, there was a nugget of truth amidst this quagmire of regret. They did need the trust of the public again, a sign to them that superhumans could be trusted. Wilbur still held the belief that they needed barriers, restraints and rules to follow lest another Nagoya happen. Perhaps a meeting like this could provide a good platform for him to discuss that... maybe the blasted champions would actually see reason. And maybe Wilbur's glasses would turn into gold... speculation and fantasy were twins, after all. 

Sadly to deny this would be to deny all they'd worked for so far. It wasn't even a choice. If he didn't go, who else would best speak on behalf of the champions? The members who weren't even there with them? 

"Very well." Wilbur spoke up as he powered up his shell's jets and flew up into the skies, soaring back toward the airport. Once he was back on the jet, he would set the co-ordinates of his shell to Red's property and it would arrive just as they did. 

Technology was such a boon...