[h3]~[color=darkorange]Zetta Man[/color]~[/h3][hr]Location: Near Metropolitan Oval, Bronx, NY
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"Susp...on foot...cutting thr...trees betwe...onport Road and Archer..." 

Zetta Man knew how to tune the Zetta Field to the most common police frequencies, but he never got perfect reception---he was a human, not a machine, after all. Nonetheless, Charles R. Mitchell---known to his friends as Chad, and his enemies as the "Dynamo Hero, Zetta Man,"---flew just under the treetops faster than any sprinter. He shifted his muscular frame from one side to the other as he weaved between the dark trunks. A forested park area snaked between two large apartment complexes. In a nearby bank, trembling customers were missing their wallets and other belongings. Some had bruises and small cuts. 

The bank robber was a dark silhouette, skinny but human shaped, inside an exoskeleton of moving crystal. The pale green substance was faceted like diamonds, and thick enough to obscure the person's features. They clutched a bag in one large, blocky hand, and ran for all they were worth---which was not exceedingly fast even by non-superhuman standards. 

"Stop!" Zetta Man shouted, "Surrender now, and you'll get off easy!" They turned their armored head, and faced him with wide, white eyes. "I said stop! I don't want to hurt you!" Almost tripping over themselves, they redoubled their speed. The hero grumbled under his breath. "Of course. Why would they [i]ever[/i] make it easy?"