As the helicopter moved in the people on the roof hurried to get in as it lowered it's large rear door. There was only one person whose eyes weren't fixed on the sight of rescue.

One of his old comrades tapped Simon on the shoulder, "Hey dude, what are you doing. We won't be able to get out in this batch if you don't hurry up."

Simon looked down at the small book he'd taken from the crumpled remains of the Owlman's jacket. "Do we deserve that?" He asked, looking up with fire in his eyes. "Do any of us really deserve to get out before them?" Shrugging their hand away, he shoved the book into his pocket before heading to the door. "Besides, I have something to return to him. I'll go last."

With unnatural speed he dashed back into the building as the chopper lifted off for a nearby park. There were still people in this building, and the only safe way out was up.

He was finally going to do something worthwhile with his life.

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The Owlman heard her before he could see her. A sound like falling sand, accompanied by a calm heartbeat. He silently lifted off the ground, drifting over to the other aircraft hangers. He landed on top of one in time to see a young girl reach into a helicopters engine block and reduce the whole thing to nothing with a touch.

An undergrounder, like before. A bad match up, like before. He had what he wanted. He could fly back up to the roof, carry people down one by one. No one would ever know he'd seen her. But then he looked over at the people that continued to pour out the back entrance. A group just milling there in the parking lot, not moving. What the hell was that? Why the hell were they staying so close to the building? Why weren't they getting away? Had they not been told anything?

This girl, if she could do to them what she'd done to the engine she couldn't be allowed to go mingle with that group. So, from his vantage point looking right down at her, he [i]SCREECEEEEHED[/i].
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