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[i]Shit! They're going too fast for me to catch up![/i] Angel was following the two Metahumans, driving down streets, tearing through back alleys, and even driving over the sidewalks in some places, but even the new, enhanced engine of the Ferrari at full speed couldn't keep up with the sonic boom-inducing speeds of the fighters. That was aggravating, not having the ATD, but Angel supposed that it was the price to pay for laying low these last three months.

The two were quickly reaching the city limits, and unless there was a change in course, they'd soon be in the forest. Maybe to reduce destruction? Might be that Icon was involved, then? He was the perfect hero, always able to prevent casualties, and easily able to reach Mach speeds. Running through the list of Metas capable of Mach speeds, Angel came to three different conclusions on who they could be. Icon, War-Pulse, or that Iron Knight guy, all were capable of Mach-speed flight, and who liked to fight away from civilians. Well, maybe not War-Pulse, he didn't really care where he fought, but the other two, definitely. 

Straining to see the two combatants, Angel cursed when he lost sight of them, only to be pleasantly surprised by a distant [i]boom[/i] and pillar of dust rising into the air. Getting closer, he heard the loud sounds of combat, drowning out the low purr of the engine. Braking, Angel parked the car about a block away from where the fight was, thinking it wouldn't do to get the car destroyed. I mean, he had just stolen some lady's car, why wreck it, add salt in the wound?

Stepping out of the driver's seat, and locking the car behind him, Angel ran down the darkened street, approaching the abandoned warehouse that was currently in the process of being demolished with some trepidation. Should he really enter a Meta fight without his suit? Reaching a door to the back of the warehouse, Angel stuck his arm through the broken window, and unlocked it from the inside, making sure he didn't cut himself on what little glass remained. Pulling his arm out, he forced the door open, which turned out to be jammed as well as locked. Lovely.

It took a couple tries, but he made it in, walking over the broken glass that covered the floor in front of the entryway. Making his way through the offices to the storage area, Angel opened the interior door, which was much more cooperative than the one outside, and walked into something strange. 

Some sort of... plant... man was fighting War-Pulse. Trent had the upper hand, though, and tossed the plant guy through a wall, out into the loading docks. When he got up, the plant man spouted something suitably dramatic, and pulled the wooden debris towards him, forming little animals all around him, in addition to morphing his arms into a bunch of weapons. 

Angel was mildly surprised, but only just. It would make sense for a plant-man to control other plants. Walking up behind War-Pulse, trying to keep his cool, Angel took a deep breath, and spoke, interrupting the fight. [color=Silver]"You know, whoever you are, Leafy, I'd give War-Pulse whatever he wants. He's pretty damn tough, and I should know."[/color] 

Stretching, Angel limbered up, in case he had to dodge anything. [color=Silver]"In any case, what's this whole shitshow all about? I had to steal a woman's Ferrari to get here."[/color] Checking in on Sherlock and the ATD over his phone, Angel saw that he had approximately two minutes before the AI got here with his suit. [color=Silver]"Anyways, hey buddy! I got about two minutes before my friend arrives with the hardware."[/color]

Looking back to Plantman, Angel finished stretching. [color=Silver]"So, Leafy, name's Equilibrium. Yours?"[/color] Angel actually was finding himself more comfortable with these types of situations. The, 'not in my suit so squishy aaaaaaaaaaaaaah' ones in particular. He had already got a hang of getting involved with his suit, and at the beginning of his stint in Lost Haven, barely left the warehouse without it. Nowadays, he was working against in nothing more than his street clothes, even if he did get the 'flight' urge more often than not. 

However, now was neither the time, nor the place for that, so he turned his attention to the two powerful metas before him.