[center][h1][color=96EACE]Joseph[/color][/h1][/center]
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[color=96EACE]"The flare?"[/color] Joseph asked. [color=96EACE]"What's the fl-[i]ueghuh!"[/i][/color]

Unfortunately, he had yet to make it very far into his questioning before he was silenced by a car to the jaw. Of course, he'd been expecting this from the moment he realised Jamie was going to drive, but even after resigning himself to that fate, it didn't make the impact any easier to take. It was almost enough to make him feel sorry for poor... he decided he'd go with 'Angus'... in the back seat.

However, he was at least glad to see that Jamie seemed to know where she was going, because he only [i]sort of[/i] did. Directions weren't really his strong suite at the [i]best[/i] of times. Hell, he only even knew how to get to the target from the Hags place and back because it was actually a surprisingly frequent trip for him, and even then he usualy needed a crudely drawn map to avoid getting lost most of the time. Trying to get from there to HERO 1 without a cheat sheet sounded like actual hell to him.

He was snapped out of his thoughts when he heard Jamie mention something about Starbright not being free, and after briefly mentally kicking himself for letting his guard down, looked out the window to see the protestors and their signs.

[color=96EACE]"He wasn't on the list..."[/color] Joseph mumbled, loudly enough for the others to hear despite mostly just talking to himself. [color=96EACE]"But he [i]has[/i] been unusually helpful recently. Maybe he's finally turned against the Wings publically..."[/color] 

He nodded at Angel's suggestion comment about social media. He wasn't big into it himself, but he knew Starbright was meant to have quite a large presence in that type of thing, being a celebrity and all. If he'd said something there, it only made sense that the Wings sent someone out to try and silence him. Of course, this would also bring even more negative attention to them, but these [i]were[/i] the people who only sent two minor villains out to take Jamie down. It was looking more and more like expecting sensible plans from them would only leave him disappointed.

Damn it, his mind was drifting again! He had to stay focused! As they crossed the bridge, he performed some last minute checks. The runes on his clothes hadn't been damaged in the fight, which was good, and he had full stock on most runes, although he would just have to hope he wouldn't need to short-circuit any more machinery, having used all of that type against Wireman. In terms of weapons, everything he could still carry from his broken down scooter had full ammo, and he had a good stock of close range goodies for when it came to that. So all in all, things were looking pretty good assuming he didn't need to fight any robots or similar cybernetic baddies. His head was feeling a little fuzzy after getting knocked around during the drive, but hopefully that wouldn't be too much of a problem.

Upon entering the base, he was glad to see that most of the potential enemies inside already knew better than to try and fight Jamie. All except-

[color=96EACE]"Oh no! Don't tell me they got to you too Admirer!"[/color] He shouted, a small hint of genuine distress leaking into his voice. He'd actually thought the Admiral was pretty cool, like an older version of their gang.

This frustration only grew stronger when the older man addressed Jamie, telling her he'd be bringing her in.

[color=96EACE]"Are you serious old man?"[/color] He asked, already moving to avoid the anchor as he swung it. [color=96EACE]"Did all those games we shared mean nothing to you?!"[/color]

An image flashed through Joseph's mind. The two of them sitting in the break room, a game of Battleship that he had firmly lost on the table betweem them, as he held his head in frustration while the old anchor-wielder laughed uproariously. It was a good memory, a happy one. It may also have been one he completely fabricated. It was possible he sustained minor brain damage during the u-turn.

But it had been real to [i]him[/i]...

[color=96EACE]"I mean come on, how can you just forget about me after all that?! [b][i]I'm wanted too damn it!!!"[/i][/b][/color]

Now, if anyone were to ask him about this later, he'd make sure they understood that he was only saying all of this to mess with the Anchorman. However, he couldn't deny that a small part of him was legitimately peeved over how he had been completely ignored. True, in the picture they used of him in the list, he'd been in the background, facing the other direction, and half of his head had been out of the frame, but... [i]still![/i] 

No, wait, calm down and focus.

He blinked, returning to his senses for, well, hopefully at least a few seconds. His head clear for the time being, he pulled a few sticking tags from his pocket and dropped them at his feet, leaving them inactive for now.

[color=96EACE]"Jamie, over here! I think I've got a plan!"[/color]