For the moment, Roanna had completely believed that she was going to be the only one that would be handling this…what looked like a bank robbery. Her face held surprise though, covered by the BMX helmet, when the sirens of the police pierced the once deadly quiet night at an alarmingly close proximity. And then, seemingly out of nowhere, the cops had arrived, circling mainly the building but she could make out a few cruisers that were setting up blocked exit routes as well. She was sure that they hadn’t even noticed her in the slight confusion of the unknown situation and took the opportunity to slink back into the shadows of the alleyway she had just started to walk out of. Now with cops in the picture, which really wasn’t supposed to be a bad thing but it somehow was, she needed to re-think her strategy.

Daring to poke her head around the corner once more as she heard open gunfire, she watched with utter amazement the strength the man they were shooting at held as the ATM came flying in her direction. She only had to step back behind the wall to be protected and watched the large machine crumple one of the police cars that had been parked, its alarm going off almost immediately and then dying.

“Either he injects steroids for breakfast…or-“

Roanna had been so distracted that she didn’t even hear the two men armed with guns approaching her from behind. Her train of thought though was immediately disbanded when she felt what she at first assumed was a large gust of wind at her back, but at the apparent screaming of the two men who were seconds away from ending her life, she looked up.

Immediately, she saw the silhouette lined with the red and blue of the police cars of a pair of wings, and her jaw dropped. She was only able to watch for a couple of seconds as the winged man climbed higher and higher into the air until she had to shield her helmet visor with her hand from the search light of the helicopter, and the winged man was lost with it. Second later, two things happened. For one, the screams of the men that the winged man had dropped could be heard, however she never heard the impact of their falls since the night sky was immediately ablaze from the helicopter being blown to pieces. To Roanna, the exact cause was unknown, but she had to use this distraction to her advantage and get inside.

Still, without so much as a plan, Roanna began to run, out into the open and cutting across what used to be a firing range between the cops and the Hulk. She was expected to be fired on, but with a quick glance the muscled man was gone, and the cops were too busy running from something. But what? Looking in their direction, she quickly realized that the helicopter was beginning to plummet to the ground, ablaze and looking to kill a handful of the cops. She stopped and grit her teeth, her moral values suddenly coming into play. She wasn’t about to curse them out for not paying attention, hell she had her own life saved just second ago for the very same reason, she had no room to judge. So instead, she was going to pay it forward.

Extending out her right hand, she felt for the debris in the air that was just moments away from crashing to the ground below, and one by one, she blew up the larger pieces into dust, making the helicopter’s crash landing minimal in damage. By the time any of the police officers went to look at the strange, gangly person in the BMX outfit, she was already gone.

She had ran straight for the closest building wall that wasn’t the bank and began to climb up the fire-escape with such speed that only pure adrenaline could explain. It had to have been adrenaline, since her leg wasn’t even bothering her anymore, and she hoped to keep it that way. As she reached the roof of the building, looking over to the roof of the bank she saw just a glimpse of a man running to the stairs that led down into the building from the roof. From what she could tell in that split second, either the man was carrying a rather large backpack on his back, or it was the winged guy. She’d like to believe it was the second. At least then she knew that he was on her side…somewhat.

She jumped from one roof to the other, the gap between them only a few feet and the roof of the bank was slightly lower than the building she had jumped from. Upon landing, her injured leg throbbed lightly, but it wasn’t enough to keep her from going. She ran after the winged man, going down the stairs he had but at a slower pace in case he found her to be hostile and decided to drop her from a hundred feet in the air.

By the time she reached the level floor of the top of the building, she saw the tips of his wings disappear behind a wall, and then heard screaming. She quickly followed behind; again using the wall at a potential shield should things get ugly. She only caught the end of the fight, and the winged-man’s alias ‘Angel’ and tucked that bit of information away for later use. What surprised her, however, is that ‘Angel’ had left the room of hostages alone, and she could hear his footsteps only getting farther and farther away.

Again, going out into the open, Roanna made herself known to the frightened group and examined the zip-ties and rags in their mouths. She could just burn the zip-ties off, but even that could be a bit too…risky. She doubted she could do so without burning any of them in the process. So instead she began to pull the rags out of their mouths, one by one, and the room was immediately filled with their frightened voices.

“Be quiet!” She said to them, one at a time. “Do you [i]want[/i] them to hear you? They’ll just come right up here and put bullets through us all if you don’t keep it down.” It was a threat, but not hers. She wouldn’t put it past old muscled man to do just that. Whatever it is that was going on, it was more than a bank robbery.

One of the hostages was helpful in the matter that he said he had a pocket knife in his back pocket. With a bit of potentially awkward wiggling and reaching, Roanna got the knife and began to cut them loose.

“Take the stairs up to the roof, you’ll be covered there. The police are outside so make sure that they know you are there before you start moving down.” She instructed, cutting the last zip-tie. Ignoring their thanks, Roanna slipped the pocket knife into her boot before following the path that the winged man had took just moments before.