[b]The Tin Man:[/b]
Roger realized he was running late. Getting the military to accept the fact that a Meta did not want to reveal his identity but still work with them was a feat in of itself, but be damned if he didn't make it to the first meeting.
He was in a civilian motel, located as close as he could find to the military base. He haphazardly tugged on his armor as he made his way to the third story window.
"Well, now's a fantastic time to field testing as any." Roger said to himself, checking the battery level of the suit in his armor Heads Up Display readout. The tiny piece of glass of his visor read
[i]Power: 100%
Fuel: 100%[/i]
"Excellent!" Roger shouted to himself. And with that remark, he leapt out of the window. Typically this would be suicidal, but the armor did have it's uses. Roger quickly activated the jets, causing him to jettison forward and slightly down. As he attained lower altitude, he switched off the jets and hit the ground in a roll to minimize fall damage, but managed to stand up and use his momentum to continue running at the armor's top speed.
He managed to reach the base in a matter of five minutes, sprinting into the Spanish military base. "Tin Man," he announced, "Has arrived."

[b]The Meta:[/b]
Peter too, was a tad late to this meeting. But for a different purpose than Roger Gatly.
"Remember, Peter. You are the culmination of many years of military training. You are the Meta, you're our fail safe. Kill as many Nazi Metahumans as you can, and if our own go rouge, neutralize them."A man said to him. He was dressed in a black suit, with a curious insignia of some military organization or other. Peter still didn't know the name, but he knew for damn certian they were affiliated with the United States Military.
He nodded, quickly checking that all of his equipment was there. He strode into the base where the other metahumans gather, in order to catch the tail-end of someone saying "-has arrived!"