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

"People are too damned sensitive around here." Omega said under his breath as Wicked departed. [i]There are times where I wonder why the government even put me on a team of... superheroes... I mean I'd be way better off in some solo covert ops missions. And it's only day two.[/i]

Omega floated inside and straight to his room to see his things back in place. He snickered at a picture of himself holding up a tank full of puncture holes in what looked like a desert. 

"Those were the days." He said to himself before sighing at his socks. He reached out his hand towards his closet which opened. With a little musing, out came a gold and black uniform. [i]And to think I was about to invest in the Squints.[/i]

After a moment he placed his suit on, a little less grumpy that he didn't need socks with it. He landed on the floor and departed from his room and went straight to the gym upstairs.

"Daddy's home." He said as he saw his sanctuary. As he circled the machines he smiled. He did not touch them however. He took a breath with his hands at his sides before exhaling and slowly raising his arms up. Treadmills, ellipticals, presses, and all manner of fitness machine in the gym began to rise. The vein on his head bulged as he found the task to be difficult. The weight alone wasn't the problem. Trying to lift multiple things in an area that were varied in different heavy weights was. This was more of a control issue. One wrong move, and a treadmill could end up crashing through the ceiling. He grunted in pain as his head began to throb like a bad hangover from a 21st birthday. [i]Let them down one at a time. You got this.[/i] Omega thought as he slowly let down one of the presses. It would only get easier as he let go of each workout station. After about a minutes he seemingly lowers the last object down. "Hell yeah..." He said out of breath before the bang of a bench press hitting the floor was heard. His eyes nearly shot out from his head as he realized he had forgotten. "Shit... uh... doubt anyone heard it." He assured himself. He took a seat on one of the bike machines and rested as he placed an index and middle finger to his temple and rubbed it.