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Paige

Paige didn't notice the arrival of the last two heroes. The gunfire outside easily masked the sound of mannequin limbs scrambling across the floor, and even if she weren't staring at Thundercloud, Rosaria would have been impossible to see until she chose to appear. Kane, she noticed. Thundercloud looked like he was about to speak when the cheery, out-of-place ding of the elevator bell drew his stare, and Paige's own. 

Kane delivered his catchphrase, or what she had to assume was his catchphrase. She just stared, at an angle to stare past Olivia and Robin into the elevator. That ... doesn't make any sense. Thundercloud recovered and spoke, turning his attention from the new arrival back to the heroes who had so blatantly stepped into his path. Heroes right? Not just idiots? Or did that depend on how this turned out ...

Thundercloud's racism almost made her feel ... deflated. Being a super villain was no excuse for being ignorant. It might have been meant to offend, but it was enough of a distraction that Paige was caught off-guard when the large, cotton-ball clad man then spread his palms in their general direction and opened fire. Bolts of electricity shot forward with terrifying speed.

With only Robin and Olivia between her and kajillion volts, she decided to forget for a moment that she had super-powers, and instead threw her hands uselessly up in front of her face. Thankfully someone with more presence of mind cast protective barriers around the room, and by the time the little speedster opened her eyes the bolt was already dissipating across the surface of one in front of her, Olivia and Robin no longer standing between her and the bulbous man. 

OMG MOVE STUPID! She scolded herself, trying not to think about what would have happened if not for that barrier. 

Slipping into super speed, she took a look around to assess. Thundercloud's Storm Troopers were rushing the front door, they must have been finished whatever they'd been planning, getting ready to leave. The big man himself was just throwing lightning around the room wherever he pleased, knocking down those invisible barriers with each hit. Most of the people who appeared to be opposing the heist were taking cover behind barriers, except the man from the elevator who was ... pouring over a mannequin ... where had he even gotten a mannequin ...

Her brow furrowing further, Paige turned to look at Thundercloud again. Robin could throw his talismans, someone could cast barriers, the others she had yet to size up ... but how many of them could get close? 

Paige could get close.

She tried to lower herself into a stance from which she might get a running start, but she'd slowed down too much, her legs pulling up under her and hovering there. She wouldn't be able to get a running start at this rate. This was going to be tricky. 

Lowering her feet back onto the ground, time returned to normal around her, Thundercloud looking like he could throw another attack at any moment. Paige didn't have a moment to loose, ignoring the sound of Troopers starting to fight behind her, the sound of Olivia's justified outrage at being carried, of Robin's outrage at being mocked. Taking off at a sprint toward Thundercloud, she knew she would be making herself a target ... an easy target. As soon as she had a bit of speed she slowed time, not to a stand-still, just enough to get an edge.

Launching herself into a jump, she planted a kick against his chest, surprised by how much resistance the large man provided against her foot. Landing in place, another kick to his gut helped her create backward momentum, and she darted back to cover, returning to normal speed to see if she'd accomplished anything, or if her strikes had gone unnoticed.

Peeking out, though, the first thing she noticed was the set of headlights bearing down on the villain from behind. A look of dire confusion spread across her face as, from behind her mask she stammered "O-optimus?"

... this was becoming such a strange night.

Paige

Can you please stop ignoring my calls?

Paige stared down at the message, chewing at her lip with a deep frown cut into her face. 5 missed calls from 2 numbers, and a barrage of texts. How long could she avoid them? Normally a Friday night out with her friends would be a great way to forget the week, but there was no forgetting this week, and she just wanted to be alone. Her phone chirped at her again.

Please be advised, downtown Lafayette is under a state of emergency. Remain in your homes and stay clear of the area.

Paige frowned. It wasn't a text, it was a push notification from the city. Youtube was a little more informative. She listened as the anchor on a breaking news stream echoed the statement in the notification, but went on to explain the situation. They flashed a closeup of thundercloud, though it did little justice to his aesthetic.

Paige was still frowning when she stood up, clutching her phone at her side as she moved upstairs to her room. The amazon package she'd received earlier was sitting undisturbed on the bed. She'd felt too silly to try it on earlier, but now she kind of needed it. Everything inside fit well, and the wet-suit like outfit left her feeling less self-conscious than she had expected. 

Part of her actually felt kind of lit.

The outfit left no room to carry anything, and so with one last look at her missed calls and unanswered texts, she set her phone down and left the house. She made sure no one was around to see her hiding her key in the yard, and promptly broke into a run heading toward downtown. 

Time slowed around her, and she started to feel lighter. Eventually she was leaping in graceful bounds, carried swiftly toward downtown past vehicles moving a millimetre a second.

She was a little surprised when the first raindrops slapped hard against her cheek on her way to Lafayette Financial Tower. The weather had been so clear, and now seemed forebodingly thematic, though Paige thought little more of it than creepy and inconveniently painful as she drew closer and closer to the scene.

Getting past the blockade and the Storm Troopers was easy, they likely hadn't even seen her. Miscalculating how much ground she needed to stop herself in her light-weight state, Paige bounced and stumbled an extra dozen feet or so on landing, and where she meant to position herself just outside the smoke-filled lobby, she instead wound up right inside. 

Ahead she could see the outline of two figures, one tall, one short, neither looking anywhere near 300 lbs. Thundercloud was nowhere to be seen, though not much was currently anywhere to be seen. Her lips drawn into a tight line, she decided she would need to wait for the smoke to clear. She would have to return to normal speed for that to happen. That meant She would have to be careful.

Taking a deep breath, she let the world catch up around her, eying the smoke around her nervously for traces of a great big man with thunderpowers.

"I hope you can do more than announce yourself, miss" she heard a masculine voice say, though the first words were too deep and distorted to make out.

So who were these two?

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