Just Outside MCA, Saturday Morning

[suitably_heroic]

Outside the MCA building stood a man. An angry man. He hadn't seen Cara in days. Some schutta had broken into his head. His ship wasn't here.

But at least he had powers, now-- some at least similar to what he'd had before.

So he stood outside, and he waited. He listened to Zinyak's broadcast, and he waited - for the changes to come, for something to happen.

As the clappering of helicopter blades hit his ears and the roads widened, he said, "Finally."

And then Atton pushed off, hitting the side of the MCA building, pushing off again, grabbing a passing helicopter by the railings, flipping in through the open door with a bare modicum of effort. If he was going to be in here for a moment longer, at least he'd be able to go airborne. Do something. Maybe get to the top of one of those towers.

An alien came hurtling down from the helicopter a moment later. It hit the pavement.

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[suitably_heroic]

Atton kind of wished he had a way to keep track of how many she was taking out without having to look away from either a) dodging the blaster fire or b) checking for any portals.

Eventually, he decided that watching the blaster fire was the more important part-- and glanced aside. "Nice score," he called. "Can you get the big one in the middle?"

Looking away was going to prove to be a bad choice.

[wrongkindofsith]

Don't worry, Atton, Cara would only never let you forget it.

Her response was aim a neat shot at said one in the middle, dropping them like a stone. "Hard to miss a target that big."

[suitably_heroic]

"I just thought it'd be a nice lead up to the small one on the--"

And then he was gone.

Oops.

[wrongkindofsith]

Great. Just great.

Cara fired one final burst to discourage any shooters on the ground before bailing on the chopper. Good thing she could fly right now or she'd be having words with Atton when she saw him again.