[B][color=yellow]Omega a.k.a Michael Watts[/color][/b]

Omega had been ready to listen to his current partner's answer when his eyes landed on Wicked.

"Hold that thought for a second." He said as he levitated off the ground to stand out in the group of metahumans. "Hey I wasn't really listeningood, but the last thing I remember her saying was how you burned some things belonging to me and how you have the rest held up somewhere!" Omega took a breath before floating closer, but kept at least four feet between the two. "So, first, I need you to put my things back in my room... then, you're either paying me the cost of what you burned, or replacing it all. You have till the end of the day." Omega demanded as turned away and floated towards the exit of the room. "Touching stuff that doesn't belong to you is dangerous. You don't even know how lucky you are." Omega said vaguely, but was referring to the chest in his closet. He was heading to his own room to change for the gym, slowly floating by James whom he forgot to finish his conversation with. If Wicked had anything to say or do, now was the time as he didn't seem like he would stop for anything.

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