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They were up the stairs when he heard the sounds, little pops too delicate for the ears of a human to detect. But to an owl they came through load and clear in the darkend interior. He leaned back a little, as though stretching, the special feathers of his face funneling sound from the ceiling into his two asymmetrical ear holes and allowed the sound to paint a mental map of the ceiling. There were other sounds now. Shallow breathing. Heartbeats. These sounds spread out inside and outside the creatures, painting them in sound even when the eye could not see them.

How long would they let them go? How close too the emergency stairs would they be allowed to get, before they attacked? He couldn't warn them subtly. When he made his move it would, by necessity, be loud. But that didn't mean his setup had to be. He slowed down, allowing Spectrum and the police to pass him on their way to the door, put himself behind them. The men were in tight formation, ready to form up and clear the entryway to the stairs.

It was the only thing that let him protect all of them.

The five shadows on the ceiling drew in their breath as one, and their was a sick organic sound as five things flew through the air at the cops. Not the creatures themselves, no, something else. Something long, tubular. He could see them as cleary as though he were looking at them. They flew only slightly past him befor his arms were sweeping through the air, sliding the disgusting things into talons like bear traps, gathering the all up into his hands which he clutched and pulled. He screeched a warning and jerked his head to try and get them to keep going as they turned, and the apparent leader nodded and hurried his men through the door. The Owlman focused on Spectrum and repeated the head motion even more urgently.