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[color=yellow]"Omega"[/color][/center][/b][/h1]

"A woman? She's a girl godsake!" Omega said as he had exited into the hallway. "I could call you the same." He had said lastly. He went into his room and shut the door behind him. [i]Today was meant to be good. Hit the mall, maybe beat up some baddies, but drama that I have never had to deal had to come rolling my way. Is this how it is to work under women? Definitely not voting for Hillary.[/i]

He laid on his bed, facing the ceiling as he shut his eyes. He started using his power to feel the things within his room. He couldn't tell if he was getting better at spreading his influence, but he was definitely getting better at identifying what was what. 

He cleaned and reorganized his room from his bed which took twice a long if he were to do it with his hands. He was nearly done when he felt something intruding in his room. [i]A paper... Probably my resignation. It's about damn time. Maybe I can get hired by that Enchantress I keeput hearing about... Nah, that's just another woman to work beneath.[/i] He thought as he sat up and walked over to the letter that was placed from underneath his door. The letter floated up until the words faced his face. He squinted at it, not because he couldn't read it, but because he couldn't believe that this letter was real. He skimmed through, before looking back at the header. Omega glared as it crumpled. He then caused the letter to fly into the trash bin in his room.

His anger didn't stem from the contents of the note, but the existence of it. In his eyes, Jessica was ready to open up, and now who knows if she might ever dare to do it again, due to today's outcome. 

Omega'said anger faded as he felt a bit of guilt, but at the same time he empathized with her. With a sigh, left his room silently and floated down the hall to the elevator. As he entered, he landed on the floor of it. As the door shut he leaned against the wall. All he could was remember.

His memory sent him back to his early days with a practically dead organization known as Output. He and Sigma stood side by side in a training room. He was young, only about fourteen, and Sigma was younger. The two were practicing how to defend themselves from incoming projectiles. Omega had used his TK to counter the projectiles, while Sigma teleported to dodge. The projectiles kept being fired faster and faster till Sigma was hit when teleporting into the path of a projectile. A second went to hit her and Omega shouted towards her...

The memory faded from his mind as the elevator doors opened. Omega entered the gym and headed towards the simulator room. When the doors shut behind him, he smirked darkly. He had too much steam to blow, and taking it out on a real person or place wasn't such a bad idea. He was grateful for the simulator, as he could go all out without worrying about much. Once he was done, he would have to have a talk with someone. 

"Level 1." The simulator announced as Omega watched the scenery changed into a dark and fiery version of San Fransisco. Burnt bodies scattered across the ground as red haired woman float above them. He back was turned, but anyone with sense could tell who it was. 

"Wicked Flame's. Let's hope this simulator does you some justice, because I'm not gonna hold any punches." Omega said coldly as he flew foward with immense force.

[@RumikoOhara][@Wick]