[H3][color=gold]Michael Rowling[/color][/h3]
[B]Uptown to Midtown[/b]

As much as he didn't want to, Michael had to tear his clothes up. He pretty much committed to their ruin the moment he broke into a full stride. Running through Uptown at his greater speed was easy. It was all due to the sidewalks rarely being crowded with people in this district. [I]Now to go incognito.[/i] Michael made a squeamish face as his exoskeleton spread across his skin. As much as he disliked wearing the full exoskeleton, Michael had to keep his identity hidden from literally everyone, especially N.O.V.A. As far as the Variant policing organization knew, Michael didn't do a goddamn thing with his powers.

The protruding parts of Michael's second layer of skin tore through the sleeves of his shirt, but within seconds he was all covered up. He figured he could pass as a new vigilante on the scene, especially with N.O.V.A, not being privy about Michael being able to create a full exoskeleton.

"I just have to find them," Michael said to himself with the criminal variants in mind. He jumped up towards the roof of a low building, caught the edge of it and vaulted onto it where he stopped for a moment. His movements had been so quick and instinctive that he was taken a bit by surprise. Taking a good look up at the elevated buildings around confirmed that he was now in Midtown. Now, he just had to put his powers to use to locate his objective. This meant... "The only hot piece of ass at the bar is ready to talk." Michael joked as he attempted to communicate with [i]them[/i].

[I][color=gold]Hey fuckheads! Yeah, it's me. I need you guys to give me a trail. I'm looking for two Variants running from the police. Should be close by.[/color][/i]

Michael squatted down to get a good hamstring stretch as he faintly heard the information echo off before fading. Those roaches never questioned his orders, they just acted. He sometimes wondered how they understood every single thing he even said though. Like how the hell did "Variant" and "police" translate. He stood up to squat again to get his legs warmed up a bit more. Michael waited in silence for about a minute before a response finally echoed back to him. 

[I][color=gold]You better be right.[/color][/i]

Michael ran forward and jumped to the side of a nearby building as his foot hit the side, he broke into a full stride. He then jumped to the ground level and ran past people by running across walls and using parking meters to hop over them. Some bystanders panicked and jumped out of his way. Others tried to record whatever they could of the Dressed Up Parkour Bug Dude.  

Moments later, Michael was hiding around a corner of the alley while letting the fight between the criminals and vigilantes play out. From what his little minions told him, the fight was even so far and the police were recovering while wondering what to do. This was the best time if ever a time to get in and get out.

[I][color=gold]Okay, now show me where the duffel bag is. I'll take care of the rest.[/color][/i]

Michael nodded to himself to mentally prepare for what he was about to do. Then he rounded the corner. Things seemed to slow down for him as he moved onto the scene. He beelined towards the bag on the ground and stopped the moment he grabbed it. The police looked weary of him and raised their weapons. They had assumed he might have been with villains with his not so accepted appearance. Michael was prepared… to use his most impressive ability. It had already been charged up and prepared. Being sure that no one could counter, he unleashed it.

"Whoa! Whoa! Stop! I'm on your side! I have to get this bomb out of the area! It was supposed to be used on their second target!" The police took in that lie with almost no resistance as they lowered their weapons. As for the glorified brawl and knife fight, they were too occupied with each other. Michael noticed the broken strap on the duffel and hoisted it up onto his left shoulder before darting from the alley and onto the main street like the roach-man he was. Initially, he felt relief and joy. [I]That was SO easy! The timing couldn't have been more perfect. Now I just have to dump this into my car… Wait. Unless this shit really is a bomb… Okay, detour! DETOUR![/i] 

Michael headed to a nearby parking garage within Tech Alley a few blocks from where the fighting was taking place. Ducking and going between a van and a sedan, Michael was ready to identify his treasure. He quickly unzipped the duffel bag.