"Yeah!" Steph started before she spun to face him and fanned her wings out slowly. She closed her eyes and focused before she flexed the muscles. "Right." She reopened her eyes slowly, "How am I suppose to actually try and fly?" She asked after a moment with a bit of a laugh.
She had no idea where to start when it came to flying.

"Do I jump?" She asked, looking at the floor, "Do I just flap my wings?"
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The female agent seemed to slowly be waking in the cacoon, the medics moving around her keeping her vitals seemed to be chattering between each other. The Cacoon split slightly and the Agents hand quietly reached out.
She mumbled something under her breath before she lifted her head, the Medics all surrounding her to make sure she was okay.

"I'm fine." She started quietly, lifting an arm to rub her head as she felt her hair stick to her head. "Ew. I think I need a wash."
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The Angels were surrounding Carl, who was slumped on the floor against the end of an Alleyway. The three of them all looked up to Morrison and Jase who trailed behind the other agent.
"Shit!" One of them said before they moved to stand in front of the other two, fanning out his tainted red wings. "Back off he's ours!"

Jase felt his blood boil, but he didn't move at all. He couldn't move, his body just bubbled.
"Give him back!" He yelled angrily.