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Lilah had been taking a break from testing the latest iteration of her armour. The auto-manufacturing suite had completed the assembly overnight, and she'd taken the Mark 7 out for a test. She was thoroughly impressed with the performance, even though it was incremental; response performance was up, battery efficiency was better and the minor aerodynamic tweaks and flight control surface improvements had made flying a joy. She hadn't managed to get a significant speed boost, but she hadn't been aiming for one this time. That was on the big board of ideas stuck to the wall in the workshop she and her small and closely held staff of confidants called 'the wish list'. 

Lilah had slid the visor up as she sat on one of the eagle-like sculptures that jutted out from the upper corners of the skyscraper she'd chosen to alight upon. Sounds of the city drifted up from below, it's hustle and bustle and the rhythms of daily life long familiar background noise to her. It mingled with the chatter through her helmets' earpieces as it automatically monitored police and news frequencies. 
The almost peaceful reverie was broken into by by the sudden burst of noise from a police alert coming over the airwaves:

[quote]“Robbery in progress at Nova City Bank. All units, respond. Suspects are still inside. Officer safety is a priority”[/quote] 

Lilah snapped her visor back down, obscuring her face completely. She rolled forward, slipping off of the stone grotesque to let the vibrant flash of her energy wings catch the air as she effortlessly and gracefully tilted and soared toward the area of Nova City that held the bank.

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A short while later, the scene came into view below. Lilah flared into a stop as she hovered above the scene; taking in the cordon of police officers, including SWAT around the perimeter, and - quite obviously standing out - the little group of other Supes outside the bank. As she watched, someone she didn't recognise moved up to the front doors and powerfully kicked them in. She winced at the sight; it seemed like an incredibly risky approach. Before she could even touch ground, someone else; large and grey with what looked like a tail, crashed through one of the windows and into the interior of the bank, out of sight to her normal vision. The front 
"Ah crap," she muttered to herself, "there goes the careful, tactical approach..."
She set down soundlessly with a gleam of her multi-hued energy wings, armour gleaming with their reflections. 
She looked across at the only other person still outside the bank; a man clad in combat armour that at least visually looked almost as sophisticated as hers, though she got no power readings indicating it was powered like hers. A moment later her armours' computers confirmed his visual reference with online sources.

"Rift, isn't it?" she said warily across to him, nodding in his direction. "I take it we're the late ones getting here? Care to go in together, I imagine whatever is going on inside will probably need untangling after whoever else has barged their way inside, and there are people in there that need rescuing and getting out". 
She tilted her head toward the door, and took up a defensive stance, projecting a forcefield in front of her, large enough to shield them both as she approached the stairs, thermal imaging scanning the interior ahead of her to get a picture of where everyone was inside to form a strategy as she moved.