Mike, who had come down off the rooftops to get into the action, was too late. While racing across the skyline, he was distracted by the town square's plasma just below him. It was displaying the very explosion he had just witnessed, and the news story that followed drew all of his attention. By the time he had arrived, some magical [i]bitch[/i] was talking jibberish and somehow making the crowd disappear. He stuck to the shadows as much as he could and, noticing that the dude from the TV seemed angry as he took off in his fancy metal suit, decided to trail as much as his sprinting speed would allow. [i]This time I'll be the one on the scene,[/i] he thought. [i]I'm not going to be the one trying to keep up any longer.[/i]