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Michael Watts a.k.a Omega

Michael was nearly out of the lounge, but turned around at Naomi's question.

"I'd try the store upstairs by the gym. I didn't look at any prices, but it won't hurt to give it a look and pay for what you want after your first check." Michael advised as he figured his words would send the girl running upstairs in a heartbeat. As he stood near the doorway that would guide one into the hallway, Michael turned his attention to the second female who had entered. Jessica.

"I'm Mike, that's Naomi a.k.a Black Cheshire. And don't tell me you're underage too?" As he eyed her drinking soda.

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Michael Watts a.k.a Omega

Michael's eyebrows rose from Naomi's initial statement. Well that's a cat that could of stayed in the bag... He thought before she seemed to snap at him a bit. Michael narrowed his eyes for a second before smiling back at her malicious smile.

"That's peachy. I could say you have one up on your mother. You're doing exactly what she did and you're sober... I'm not asking you to like me, but aren't on a team. I might get the epic chance of saving your life one day, or I can say 'I don't much care.'" He mocked as he got up and revisited the bar to grab the bottle of Jameson and exit the lounge. Michael wasn't the nicest guy around, but he respected giving some their needed space.

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Michael Watts a.k.a Omega

"The law?" Michael said with a chuckle before he took a seat on a different plush chair. "Don't you think the law is a bit flexible for people like us? How many people can go out and fight crime and beat up bad guys without having to go through some kind of academy? Shit, half of us used to probably be criminals." Michael shrugged and looked at the basketball game that was on the television before looking out from the corner of his eye.

Naomi was definitely feistier than Tia, but Michael found this interesting. The girl did not seem hot tempered. In fact she was the opposite. Cold. He could not help but think she might be keeping to herself because she either knew of him or that she was trying to keep something hidden.

"Black Cheshire..." Michael said to himself. "Can't say I ever heard of you. What can you do?" Michael took a gulp of his drink, finishing it with ease. Having Enhanced Regeneration gave him no fear of the effects of alcohol. He just liked the taste.

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Michael Watts a.k.a Omega

After a shower and changing into a black dry-fit t-shirt, blue jeans, and black sneakers, Michael made his way towards the lounge area.

On his way there, he took a peek at the pool and hot tub area and raised an eyebrow. It was empty. I guess she needed less time to get settled than I thought. He continued down the hall going straight into the lounge.

Upon arriving he saw one of the members of his team. A female who was comfortably watching television.

"You look comfortable." Michael said as he walked straight to the bar. "Need a drink?" He asked as he grabbed a bottle of Jameson whiskey and poured two shots of it into a glass cup. Perfect! Man I'm loving this place.

"By the way, I'm Mike, but my codename is Omega. You?"

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Omega is just chilling out. I wonder how long he can keep his laziness up �

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Michael Watts a.k.a Omega

"This is so easy!" Michael said as he stretched his arms by reaching the them upward as he sat on the bench at the headquarters' gym. Michael found it pretty nice to workout when he could. The best part was, he was getting paid to do what ever he wanted so far. He smirked at the thought as stood up before turning back towards the bar on the bench press that was stacked with 1,500 lbs. Michael simply used his telekinesis to move some weight off the bar and then began lifting it with his mind.

"Hmm. Maybe I'll stop being lazy once I start to get bored." He said to himself as he lift the weight up and down.

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Ok I kinda worked it around your post. It kind of fit together anyway.

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Damn! lol

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Michael Watts a.k.a Omega

A slow clap could be heard from none other than Michael himself. He grinned at how she had reacted to him. Not only did Michael know Tia was stressed, but he could tell his so called "leader" buckled under pressure.

"Don't feel too bad, I've had worse. At least you told me where all the good stuff was, right." His tone seemed to ooze in sarcasm, but it was just his laid back personality.

Michael took a step towards Tia and put a hand on her shoulder. He smiled genuinely this time, which looked different than his playful smirk.

"Take a break in the hot tub at the end of today. I'll handle whatever is up during the p.m." Michael offered his help, but he never did so without some sort of incentive. "You could make like the assistant team leader or something. You've seen my file, so you should know I'm capable in most situations...." Michael then moved away from Tia and headed right. When he heard her apologize, he could already knew how inexperienced she was in this. If she was going to give him guidance, then she had a lot to learn first. "If you let shit like this get you on the first day... then how can you call yourself a leader?" He said this coldly all of a sudden. Tia couldn't see his face, but for once it was serious. He was giving her a warning as she departed to the pool.

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Michael Watts a.k.a Omega

"How nice are the rooms?" Michael said as he was approached by the security detail in front of the headquarters. At the moment he met the men with with a plain gray t-shirt, black shorts, and gray on black sneakers. A pair of over-the-ear headphones hung on his neck as he looked upon two armed men with a smirk.

"Come with us, Omega." One of the men said his code name with resentment. He hadn't given himself the best reputation due to how he fought for who ever paid the most. Michael did not seemed the slightest fazed by the attitude that was thrown his way. The man was used to it. "They're nicer than what you deserve. Let's just put it that way." The security officer answered as they escorted him to Tia.

As Michael entered the room, he looked around at it before his eyes landed on the young woman who had achieved the rare role of being his leader.

"So is my living space like this, or am I gonna have to take yours... what is it? Inertia?" Michael made guess at her name which luckily correct. "I'm just saying, because I don't ever take the shit end of the stick." He said bluntly with a hint of humor as he smirked once again.

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