[center][h2][color=#20B2AA]Zach Kozel:[/color]
[color=goldenrod]Denver Alley[/color][/h2][/center]
Sirens. God damn it, this was looking more than a little bad, especially considering the prison he was trapped in. Arsenal’s deep voice called out a warning, and Zach complied, backing away from the side of the cage the voice had originated from. A less-than-human fist burst through the cage, and tore a good portion of the material off. The sombrero wearing vigilante explained the situation, as he saw it, and suggested immediate departure from the premises. 

The man reached out, grabbing Zach’s wrist, and to Zach’s surprise his power didn’t activate. He was a bit more surprised when he looked into his hand and saw a bone with an email address scraped onto it. Zach nodded in response to the command to keep it safe, slipping it into his pocket. Though a repeat of today’s events didn’t sound that nice, an ally did.

Glancing down into his other hand as the man walked away, he took in the crowbar for a few seconds. He glanced at the roof above him, and sighed. He threw it into the air, aiming for the roof, but it instead bounced back into the alley. Zach walked over to it, picking it up again, before leaving the alley the opposite direction of Arsenal’s exit, and perpendicular to the direction the sirens seemed to be coming from. God damn. He was gonna have to find a place to hide the crowbar, mostly because of the fingerprints, blood and brain matter it had on it.