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[@Alternax][@LeeRoy]

Location: Lost Haven
Time: 12:15 PM

Angel woke to the sound of klaxons, immediately awake as his automated information gathering system, (in place all over Lost Haven, and maintained by SHERLOCK,) tripped, giving a dozen different air proximity alerts, impact alerts, and traffic delay notifications. Jacking into the Panopticon, the subsystem of his computer that held most of the observational data his system got from the city, he quickly scanned every camera, every alarm, every phone video feed, until he locked onto what the problem was. Apparently, that hippie made of energy, "Terra Firma," (pretentious Latin? [i]Really?[/i]) was fighting some armored man, having buried him in the ground, up to his waist. Angel was about to disregard the entire thing, and have Sherlock keep an eye on it, to see if the fight came too close to his mechanic shop hideout, when he thought about something. 

The ATD was his pride and joy. An agile beast of machinery, enough to fight the titan of power that was War-Pulse, and damaging enough to destroy any contemporary hardware. However, it lacked a crucial [i]edge[/i] in Meta fights, especially on the level of Icon and War-Pulse, or that metal girl he fought that one time. His only reliable way of dealing any damage, the Hellbeast, either burnt up his power, effectively halving his combat efficiency, or didn't pack enough of a punch to actually [i]hurt[/i] the powerhouses. Angel would bet good money on the chance that this man, in his shiny armor, had something that would boost his ATD's abilities to whole new levels. 

He just had to steal it from him, before the heroes locked him away.

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Flinging the garage door open, Angel walked out into the street, eyeing the neighborhood warily. There didn't seem to be anyone watching the store, even with the state of semi-martial law, and after three checks, he felt comfortable enough to leave his new home. Walking swiftly to the scene of the battle, hood up, Angel grimaced as he passed fleeing civilians and frantic police officers, bumping into a couple, but not once slowing down. He got halfway down the block, before Sherlock interrupted him. [color=SkyBlue]"Not to doubt your judgement, Angel, but shouldn't you have at least brought your suit? These two seem to be quite powerful."[/color]

Waving off his AI friend's concern, Angel scratched his cheek, muttering a curse as a fleeing civilian knocked him against the wall. [color=Silver]"I'm wearing a vest under this jacket. I'll be fine. I don't plan on joining the fight, anyways."[/color] The pregnant pause after he said that was enough to convey Sherlock's disapproval. Scoffing, Angel rounded the corner to University Square, approaching the battle from the side, yet staying a healthy distance away. [color=Silver]"Disregarding the argument about heroics, (we'll save that for another day,) Terra Firma, the hippie, has it in hand. Look, the man is half-buried in the ground. Terra Firma has him on the ropes."[/color]

Angel grins, looking at the nearest security camera. [color=Silver]"All we need to do is grab anything we can after the fight. It's a win-win."[/color] Sitting down on a bench, apparently unworried, Angel watched the fight unfold, observing the fight from all angles, through the various security cameras around University Square.