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The chief relented control of the situation to the supers. After a look shared with the Bastion Representative of this little event, the fire chief thumbed his radio and spoke loud and clearly. "I want everyone out of that building as soon as possible. Everyone seems accounted for, they're going to handle the rest." He nodded to Professor Devil, who nodded back. His stance seemed wider, but he didn't strike and obvious pose. With his eyes fixed on the flames, he could feel the warmth not only on his skin, but also in his mind.

"Eileen, I'm glad your here." Professor devil didn't bat an eye when the young woman approached him. He still stared into the core of the fire, keeping it as still as he could without putting it out outright. "The fire is pretty much handled, but we're still looking out for the one behind all this. Is there any chance you could look for abnormal heat traces in the surrounding area?"

As the electronic swarm would learn from the ongoing scans, there were a number of small areas which seemed highly concentrated in lingering energy. Small pockets of extreme heat which were dying off quickly, as well as something else more peculiar. Bent light. The EM scans would have shown more pockets where energy levels were high, almost leaving a trail from one to another before those pockets seemed to stop in their tracks. Again, after that, the heat continued to be strangely high and concentrated.

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Peculiar.

Professor Devil took his sweet time arriving on the scene. With a swipe of his hand he could control the flames and bring it down, but the more he stood there and watched the building burn, the more he thought of this as strange. Middle of the day, and as far as he could tell, there didn't seem to be any point where the fire was simply growing. It just happened. Of course powers were involved, but he was more curious as to who, and what level of control they had over whatever had actually caused the fire in the first place.

The building was consumed in flames, crumbling and ready to topple over with heroes and maybe a civilian or two inside of it.

A hand went to the logo on his suit. "Patch me through to Feng. She's been itching to get into it, and this looks like a good scene for her to take action and investigate."

Feng was the girl from the government that the Bastion finally let into the facility to keep the authorities off their backs. It was a little compromise, though she didn't have access to everything the Bastion had. He would oversee everything. If anything went wrong, he would shut it down with a wave of the hand. For now, he just wanted to see how things played out.

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Devil has no plans on getting involved. He’ll watch, but he won’t intervene

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"Oh what I wouldn't do for a few hydrokinetics right now." Fringe mumbled to herself, swinging from building to building, circling the area to see if she couldn't pick out anyone suspicious. As her eyes squinted, the lenses on her mask became clearer, allowing her to see better. She'd just have to autopilot for right now while she searched the area. Hopefully she wouldn't swing into any buildings, or worse yet, the fire itself.

She didn't spot anyone that could look like a perp, much less a supervillain, but there was one thing that did catch her eye. Little tricks of the light. Warping and bending for only a millisecond in her vision. People there, people gone, or just little shimmers of light. She knew she wasn't fast enough to reach any of them with her current distance and speed, yet she had an idea of what to keep hey eyes peeled for.

And there it was.

Not even a fraction of a second. Her lenses, once opaque and solid, became completely transluscent. She needed all of her remarkable vision for this one. One of the shimmers flickered in her eyes again, and her focus honed in on it to reveal what she believed to be her target. A block away, a figure of obsidian, dressed in molten lights walked away from the scene without anyone batting an eye at them. In an instant, the vanished. The other lights in her eyes kept setting her off, but she knew that was her one and only target. However, whatever they were doing could not garuntee that she would be able to catch them. She needed help to get them, and they were already moving further and further away. Back to the building it was.

It was at this point that the building itself was starting to shudder. The heat, engulfing the building in flames, became hard to bare for people without specific powers to combat the heat or the smoke. But that didn't stop Fringe. She was still strong, incredibly so, and if she could zip in and out just to make sure people were out of the building, she'd be happy with the day.

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Doot Doot

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thats fine. Bigger will absolutely happen

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Hey Zavaz, did you plan on something for the burning building?

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Maybe to the naked eye it would have been seen as nothing more than a sudden blur, a trick of the light, but Fringe knew what she had seen when she was swinging in. That was a person, moving at impossibly fast speeds. She almost missed it herself. A blink and it was gone, but she knew what she saw. They were moving far too fast to not generate friction and appear like a ball of blinding light, but then again, powers seemed to be the easiest bowl to throw everything into nowadays. She couldn't concern herself with who or whatever that was.

She swung high, let go, and fell to the ground with a low crouch to absorb as much of the impact as she could. "Officer, what's going on?" She questioned a nearby police officer with a tilt of her head.

"Well, it looks like a fire." He chided. He couldn't see Fringe's face, but he could feel the overwhelming deadpan radiating off of her. "Could be arson, we can't tell at this point."

"I'll look around the area, see if I can't spot any runners."

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Of course.

The moment that Fringe decided to take a moment to relax and get some food a fire started. At the call for powers, Jin groaned. She shot Professor Devil an apologetic look. She couldn't even order her food before she was out the door and behind an alley changing back into her costume.

And from the rooftops jumped and swung Fringe, the Shanghai Spider in her purple and silver glory to help however she could. Fires weren't something we powers and gadgets were good at combating, but she could still assist in other ways if the firemen needed her.

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Gone too was young Trent, who knew he could help from the sidelines by directing the water onto the building with ease and even using it to create and easy path down to the ground if any of them chose a window exit. If worse came to worse and he couldn't help with the fire, at least he had medical training to help the people on the ground.

That left Professor Devil to his lonesome with a few others in the restaurant. He smiled. Fringe had been on his watchlist from some time, ever since she left Shanghai as Spider and came to the states with a new look, name, and tools. There were others he was aware of, but she was the first on his list. Of course, Miss Fang was there too. She was the answer to the Government needing to know what went on in the Bastion Halls.

A napkin peppered his face, his spare hand reached up to press the lapel pin on his blazer. The Bastion logo, of course, just in case anyone had any doubts that it wasn't him.

"Novak, was that you? John already went over everything again, do you need to hear it a third time? We're not holding initiations."

"Not me, doc." The Lapel pin was as quiet as a whisper, but just loud enough for Devil to hear clearly. "Just coincidence. You know putting civilian lives in danger is an instant boot. I can check it out if you want, though."

"No." Devil shook his head, despite the fact that the one on the other end could not see him. "Let the public handle it. I could remove a fire with a wave of my hand, but I want to see how these young folk handle a little stress."