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[center][b]Christopher Arthur III[/b][/center]
	Chris marveled at the sight of the security guards and the police officers floating up towards the ceiling, as if gravity had no effect on them. He had never seen anything quite like it, and he’s has seen quite a few things, as far as the things one sees as a superhero. Even the drideresque heroine struggled to keep herself earthbound and eventually gave up (or so it seemed). With all the guards on the ceiling, it left everyone on the ground floor unprotected from Newton. Chris could call in his armor, but that would take time, something that they did not have right now.

	“Are you now going to take me seriously, Mr. Arthur?” Newton asked Chris when he had turned to face him after he was through using his powers on the police, the security crew, and Arachne.

	[color=C0C0C0]“If you think that your little show is going to scare me into helping you, you’re sorely mistaken.[/color]

	Before Chris could utter any more quips, Newton slammed the butt of his gun against Chris’ forehead and knocked him off his feet with a low sideswiping kick. The fall, let along the blow to the face, temporarily dazed Chris as he rolled on the floor in pain. Chris immediately grasped his forehead as he tried to sit up.

	“You might be all fancy and special inside your technology. But without it, you’re just a weak, useless man.” Newton taunted Chris, whose forehead was beginning to bleed.

	“Chris!” Maya screamed as she ran as best as she could in heels towards her injured date. The illusion Aubrey (since the real one was on the ceiling trying to save the people stuck up there) reached out to hold Maya back, but she slipped through her fingers.

	“I’m guessing this is your squeeze.” Newton told Chris when he saw the redhead hurrying towards them. The villain pulled out a spherical device, no larger than a baseball, and lobbed it up into the air in Maya’s general direction. As the ball began to fall towards the ground, two metallic cables uncoiled themselves from the devices interior. Newton had placed his toss just right that the ball fell right in front of Maya, with the cords wrapping around her arms. She tried to pull her arms out of the devices grip, but it would not release its grasp on her wrists.

	“You have six hours to agree to my terms, Mr. Arthur.” Newton demanded. “Otherwise, I cannot promise her cute face won’t be bloodied up.”

	Newton casually strolled over to Maya, since he had no fear of anyone in the room. He took hold of the device that bound Maya’s wrists together and used his gravity powers to levitate the two of them into the air all the way up to the roof. Over their heads, there was a glass skylight. With a few rounds of his glock, Newton shattered the glass, which provided an exit for his escape.

	[color=C0C0C0]“How far out is my equipment?”[/color] Chris asked one of his technicians over his telecom while he was being attended by a medic. 

	“Three minutes, sir.”

	[color=C0C0C0]“Good, because I’m going to fry that son of a bitch.”[/color] 

	Moments later, Arachne had descended from the roof on one of her weblines, saving one of the police officers who had fallen from the ceiling because Newton was no longer nearby to keep the officers and guards stuck on the ceiling. Arachne told Chris that she would go after Newton, while Chris should worry about the people still trapped on the ceiling. While Chris’ anger drove him to go after Newton, the time needed to get his armor on site would make it more expedient if Arachne went after Newton first while Chris handled the situation at the convention center. But once he was done there, he was going to unleash hell on that man who kidnapped Maya.