[center][h2][color=7bcdc8]Where the van isn't[/color][/h2][/center]

As Chroma sprinted at full speed, running in the direction the van had gone, it turned out that Scourge had taken a shortcut and already confirmed the van was leaving the area. He cursed to himself but didn't relent, sheer determination and rage pushing Chroma forward. The way he saw it meant that if they got away then [i]he[/i] would've been robbed of a great opportunity. He almost captured three capes in one go, single-handed no less. But a twist of fate has resulted in that prestige being stripped from him. He wasn't happy about that.

[color=00aeef]"That's way too convenient. Precog among enemy forces?"[/color]

Just as he asked the question into the comms, Chroma arrived right next to Scourge himself. He had taken the long way there but he was at full sprint. In fact he didn't even stop next to his fellow Ward, instead continuing his sprint past in the direction that his comrade had previously called out. It was a vain attempt but Chroma was a vain person. Didn't stop him from answering though, granted it was over the comms considering he already ran past Scourge. [color=662d91]"Maybe. If they had a precog when I got there then they would've escaped before I trapped them all. That would have to bump up the count to six targets if one joined. Seems to me like they had a second team to support the first, judging by the Master and the Mover. Wouldn't surprise me if they had a precog."[/color] Chroma had to slow down briefly to relay that information, but the moment he took his hand back off the earpiece he went back into full sprint.

He was able to see the van ahead in the distance once he returned his attention forward. There was a sparse few people on the sidewalk and they were all quick to get out of the way of the angry Ward that was running eastward. It was times like this when Chroma wished that he had superhuman strength and speed because despite his best efforts here he saw the van turn left into another alleyway in the distance. It would take him [i]way[/i] too long to get to that alley to even determine where it would go from there. He knew that yet he kept running forward. When he finally reached the alley that it had disappeared into his rage reached a boiling point. There was nothing there. It was a through alley that stretched for several blocks and had multiple roads intersecting as well as various buildings with garages. [color=662d91]"Lost visual on the targets. No traces. No idea where they went."[/color] Despite keeping his voice down it was easy to detect his anger. And if one couldn't hear it in his voice they'd hear it when he ripped the earpiece from his ear and tossed it at the concrete ground with full force while it was still on. The teenage cape leaned against the nearby brick wall and slid down until he was seated, panting in exhaustion and suppressed rage. [color=662d91]"Damnit."[/color]