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The Hangar was a large, expansive floor located near the top of HERO One. A large, sleek steel room with a cool stone floor, scattered across the large expanse was a variety of what appeared to be small pods, smaller than a Volkswagen Beetle, albeit it appeared to be have a sleek white finish and two wings that made it clear the pods were supposed to be planes. In actuality, they were somewhere in-between pods and planes on the spectrum. They were Mini-Jets, a H.E.R.O. product that was meant to be used in case of a quote-unquote [color=7bcdc8][i]"rapidly-developing emergency that requires immediate and high-speed transportation to a location."[/i][/color] What that meant to Blake was [i][color=CC5500]"use it when you want to leave HQ really fast and deal a lot of damage wherever you land."[/color][/i] It was a philosophy that had destroyed a large multitude of Mini-Jets to date, but considering they were meant to be affordable and easily produced, Blake didn't really care. Most importantly, it was a damned fun experience to fly one of those things over Castleburg skies at the speed of sound before blasting into the air and watching the jet soar directly into a villain in a fiery crash. Maybe Powers would chew him out over spending too much of H.E.R.O.'s budget later, but right now it was go-time.

Blake put his hand against the small tablet that was placed against the wall right outside of the elevator. He then spoke, [color=CC5500]"Firebird."[/color] A loud whirring noise echoed through the hangar, which was nearly empty. The other heroes that were responding to the plant-based threat were evidently either more responsible or much faster at getting to the elevator than Blake was. The whirring stopped as a sleek Mini-Jet rolled over behind a garage door, which began to open. 

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[color=7bcdc8]"Safe travels, Firebird,"[/color] the A.I. voice spoke as Blake rushed over to the cockpit of the small pod-plane thing, hopping inside. 

[color=CC5500]"Yeah, yeah, thanks a ton, Samantha,"[/color] Blake said dismissively as he pressed a button on the control panel, causing the glass to slide over Blake's head, sealing the Mini-Jet. He then pressed a large red button, the ignition roaring as the thrusters on the Mini-Jet heated up, ready to launch. He then grabbed onto the yoke, pulling it back as he pressed his foot against a pedal, causing the Mini-Jet to launch out of the hangar into the sky. Blake yanked hard as the Mini-Jet leveled off, soaring through the Castleburg skies. Blake narrowed his eyes as the jet glided over the skyline, ducking down under the clouds so he could get a closer look at the city. 

He looked down at the city. [color=CC5500]"New Athens, eh..."[/color] he muttered as he looked down. [color=CC5500]"Well, I'm over New Athens and I don't- a-ha!"[/color] He pulled the Mini-Jet down closer to the city, zooming over. [color=CC5500]"Right in the middle of that avenue. Good." [/color] The Mini-Jet edged closer to the avenue, and Blake pressed a button on the control panel, causing the plane to lurch downwards, spiraling towards the New Athens streets. Blake then pulled the yoke up, leveling the plane off a bit but still causing it to descend downwards at an angle.

Blake then grabbed a large red lever on the far right of the control panel, the jet now coming dangerously close to the ground.[color=CC5500]"No civilians...just plants...good,"[/color] he murmured as the plane screeched loudly. [color=CC5500]"It's go time, then."[/color] With that, he reached out and gave the lever a good tug. In quick succession the glass pane forming the bulk of the cockpit quickly retreated, and the chair Blake was sitting on, Blake included, launched upwards out of the Mini-Jet. The Mini-Jet itself followed its path, which Blake had expertly aimed right into the center of a group of Ambleweeds. The jet cut through the plant Leftovers, smashing them into dust, and burrowing itself into the road, smoking. Would the road be damaged? Yes. Would it have been damaged anyway? Probably. Did Blake care either way? Not really. 

Meanwhile, Blake himself ricocheted backwards, sitting in the chair, until he pulled a small lever on the side, sending a parachute stored on the back of the chair careening upwards, with Blake slowly descending in his chair towards Earth as he got a good view. He sat there, waiting, until the parachute-hoisted chair reached a modest distance, at which point Blake hopped off, landing softly on the ground. He was a bit away from the action now, but he had hopefully done a good number on the Ambleweeds, and he also hopefully wasn't [i]too[/i] far away. He was ready to rumble, and there wasn't much stopping him now.

Blake rushed down the roads of New Athens, bumping past a few people as he did so. He then took a left into an alley, where he saw a flying dumpster hammer an Ambleweed off. There were very few people that used dumpsters as weapons, and Blake believed he knew who this trash-wielding person was. 

[color=CC5500]"Tom!"[/color] he called out as he ran over to the Spacewalker at the other end of the alley. [color=CC5500]"See you've already gotten hard at work,"[/color] Blake continued as he peered out of the alley. It seems the fight was getting closer yet. 
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