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[color=8b0000][b]Lafayette Financial Tower - Lobby[/b][/color][/center]

	"[color=899499]Emo,[/color]" Kane scoffed as he flipped his hair out of his eye to get better aim.  He then paused for a moment to consider how that must've looked...  Something between a grunt and an abrupt growl rolled out of his throat as the disappointment in himself set in.

	That's when the first of the hechmen's barrel's lit up, followed by another and yet another still.  Bullets exploded forth with a trajectory destined for Kane's midsection.  He didn't move, however.  Didn't even flinch.  Kane knew what would happened next.  He was invincible.

	As expected, the bullets collided against some invisible force field just in front of him.  Kane's mouth curled into a smug grin.  These idiots clearly didn't know who they were messing with.  As thoughts of his own badassery swam in his head, Kane's eyes slowly drifted to the ground.  That's when he saw them: the talismans.  His eyes immediately shot back up and over to Robin with a look of renewed awe.  

	[color=899499][i]I'm not invincible[/i][/color], Kane begrudgingly realized as his heart began to race a little faster.  [color=899499][i]It's him.  Him and his magic Post-Its.[/i][/color].

	As mayhem continued to erupt around him, Kane was left wondering what to do next.  That's when he saw the freckled woman mount an ethereal looking spear into the ground.  After a split second, the purpose clicked.  He knew exactly what she was trying to do.  

	Kane made a dash for her location, covering himself with a wild spray of bullets toward the storm troopers, intent on riddling their legs with holes.  He wasn't going to be able to rely on Post It protection forever, he realized.  A passive defense against the lightening would be best, if effective.

	"[color=899499]Hi there,[/color]" he said smoothly to the young woman before turning to face the action once more.  The wind was displacing some of the raindrops that were flowing in through the shattered windows.  Kane had to squint to see through the watery debris.  "[color=899499]This,[/color]" he shouted through the sound of electricity and rainfall as he pointed at the rod in the ground.  "[color=899499]Good idea![/color]"  Despite talking to her, his eyes were roaming elsewhere, trying to analyze the entire scene around them.

	There, over yonder, was the fast chick that manage to get a few hits in on the big man.  She would be useful for an assortment of applications.  And just over there was the woman who always tried to lighten the mood with a joke.  The storm troopers never seemed to appreciate them, though, but they always gave her a pass after she delivered.  Kane still wasn't sure what to make of that.  He scanned the room again to locate the rest of the rag tag team.  Just off to the side, Post It guy arguing with his pet cat, but he had lost sight of the shadowy looking woma-

	Wait...

	"[color=899499]Is that a fucking talking cat?![/color]" he shouted out toward Mr. Post It.  He then looked back to the freckled woman beside him.  "[color=899499]You see that?[/color]  [color=899499]Is that a fucking talking cat?![/color]"  Kane blinked a few times, as if doing so would make the cat disappear and set the world right again.  He finally had to just shake his head and put a pin in that little source of wild confusion.

	Just then the rogue tire made its frontal assault. "[color=899499]I don't...[/color]" Kane let out a huff.  "[color=899499]I don't even have the words.[/color]"  

	He then traded glances between Freckles, Miss Speedy and the energy rods.  "[color=899499]Are those safe to touch?[/color]" He finally asked.  He hoped so.  He would love to see that Lightning Pig stuck with a fork at super sonic speed.