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Talos had found a comfortable perch on top of a desk and sat there, elbow on his knee and his head in his hand, bored out of his mind. He had been eager to get out there and show what he was made of, but most of the mission, he had either been flying around or sitting around, having only gotten to get his hands dirty twice. He let out a sigh and was about to ask Zatara if he wanted to play poker, figuring that the magician had to have a deck of cards on him, when he heard Metamorph speak over the comms, at least until he was cut off by something. However, he had said enough for Talos, who hopped off of the desk gleefully. [color=teal]"Well, if the boss-man said to start moving up, then far be it from me to ignore him,"[/color] he said as he cracked his neck before moving toward the stairs. [color=teal]"Race you up there, Rain! And good luck with the civvies, Zatara!"[/color]

Before either could stop him, Talos had started bounding up the stairs, three at a time. He listened to Pei’s report and wondered for a brief moment where Metamorph could be before he figured the guy could take care of himself. As much as he wanted to burst through the door to the second floor, Talos found himself slowing as he reached the landing. Thoughts of the hostages flooded his mind as he stopped in front of the steel fire door and rested his hand on it. The only thing that seemed capable of reigning him in was the thought of not wanting to be the one responsible for any of them getting hurt. [color=teal]”Dammit…”[/color] he muttered as he opened a small peephole in the door and peeked through. [color=teal]”Hope the next mission will let me cut loose more.”[/color]

When he didn’t see anyone through the small opening, Talos gently pushed the door open and slipped through. After making sure the door closed quietly, Talos turned, only to nearly bump noses with a bola gun-toting thug as he turned a corner. [color=teal]”Evening,”[/color] he greeted before he sprung into action.

Before he could react, Talos closed the remaining distance between the two of them and clamped his hand around his mouth. He placed a foot behind the thug's heel and pushed, forcing him onto his back, hard. Steel leapt from the young hero’s back and curled around the criminal’s wrists and ankles, binding them together as another strip wrapped around his mouth. He let the thug go and wrenched his weapon out of his hands before he radioed his team, [color=teal]”Talos, here. Just took down one of the guys on the second floor, not sure if there’s anyone else up here.”[/color] After a moment, he added in a tone that showed even he was surprised with himself, [color=teal]”And…I don’t think they know I’m here…?”[/color]