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A look of confusion washed over Omega as Ditch went into panic mode. It seemed he would see something explosive after all, but it looked like Ditch was losing control. He ran after her when she bolted out of the building and stopped right next to Wraith in the doorway with his eyes wide. As soon as Ditch came into his view, he saw nothing but an eruption of white light and bricks. His mind was reeling, trying to process what just happened.

[color=a0410d][b]Could she not control that? Did it only activate because she got super pissed? And why wouldn’t she warn us that she had powers that she can’t control? Is there anything else she’s holding back?[/b][/color]

Omega ended up with even more questions than he had just a moment ago. He watched as Ditch struggled to walk after the blast. It seemed to have completely drained her. She made her way to the wall and finally collapsed. Gently brushing past Raven Tale and Ecto, he hurried over to her and immediately checked her pulse. Thankfully, she was alive, just unconscious. Whether they only just met or not, he still didn’t want to witness somebody dying right in front of him. He instinctively picked Ditch up and carried her back into the office building, addressing his three teammates as he passed them: 

[color=a0410d][b]“That blast is definitely going to attract some unwanted attention. I think we should head back into this building, maybe go up a few floors and hide out ‘til Ditch recovers. She shouldn’t be out long.”[/b][/color]

He wasn't trying to play commander or anything, but he hoped his fellow vigilantes had the smarts to get off the street before authorities arrived. He walked at a brisk pace despite the extra weight of his teammate and found his way to the staircase. He shouldered the door open and climbed a couple of flights before reentering a few floors above ground level. It was just as dead up here as probably most of the abandoned building, and Omega was silently thankful that there weren’t any homeless people to encounter. Dull light shone through the dust-covered windows and the smell of mold was prominent. He found an old leather couch after a quick search and gently lowered Ditch onto the tattered cushions. He then stood and folded his arms once more, patiently waiting for the girl to wake up.