The wailing sirens that the large, metal Mettle was following had finally come to a halt. The metahuman couldn't visualize the scene very well due to one fact: his eyes weren't at all like a bird, unlike his wings. He'd have to land and get a better look.

Realizing that if he landed too closely, he'd have at least the police to deal with, since he was scene as a criminal, and not the hero that he was. A good quarter mile away, on a relatively low roof top, was where the large figured "hero" decided to land. At least this way he wouldn't have to climb down. Much.

With a high pitched shrief of metal, flight came to a near complete stop just above the roof, the over tone of beating wings almost instantly stopping, air no longe rushed over the metal wings. With a rather loud thud, and undoubtedly the crumbling noise of the roof beneath him, Mettle had landed. It was a bit better than his last time, though. Crashing through people's roofs had become a bad habit of his.

"Least I didn't break through this time..." He murmered to himself, changing back to human form. Climbing would be somewhat easier, as would arriving at the scene and passing off as a normal passerby. After a few grunts, groans, and curses, Mettle was on the ground and brushing himself off. He turned in the direction of the scene, and sped off as fast as his powerful legs could carry.

In a matter of less than 2 minutes the metahuman arrived on the scene. Almost instantly police officers ushered him away, saying it wasn't safe for normal civilians to be present. Mettle quickly noted the growing number of cops on the scene.

"What's going on, officer?!" Mettle questioned, his German accent very noticeable.

"Hostage situation! Please, move back!" The nervous cop replied.

"I see..."

Mettle did as the police officer asked. He ran off, but not in the direction he came. He ran off to the alley way just off from the run-down building where the hostage was apparently taken.

Once out of sight, Alexai transformed into his powered state, Mettle. He didn't have the luxury of having room to spread his wings for flight, nor did he have clearance to jump. He was hoping he could perform a crash-through-the-roof scenario. He instead decided for a punch-through-the-wall-hurt-the-bad-guy scenario.

With a rush of energy, the noisily thumping hero set off down the dark alley way, the ground beneath him almost instantly crushing with each step, leaving a very noticeable foot print...

Arcadic stopped in his tracks. He was sure he could hear loud thuds behind him. And now he had to make a choice. He could follow the sounds behind him or he could continue upahead. "What to do, what to do?" he said to himself. He decided whoever was on the rooftops were probably long gone by now and instead began back down the other way. He dound the source of the noises a large Metal Man? He flipped down the gogles switching to nightvision. "This might be dangerous, get me a silenced pistol please." The cord once again came out and moved in a gesture similar to nodding. He wiped the sweat out of his brow thinking "I did not just see that, did I?" He waited for its return and when it did checked the ammor remembering he hadn't specified to bring bullets. Luckily it had some common sense and the gun was fully loaded. "Ok lets see what this guy is up to." He said following mettle slowly.

"Calm yourself, Sockwave." Shade said casually. "Ranting will acomplish nothing.
But you're right all the same, those idiotict humans must be delt with. Either by making them all Metahumans, or by simply killing them all.
I suggest we break all of our kind out of jail, then rebel against all the 'normies' as you put it."

"Making them all metahumans is foolish. All it will do is give them sufficient power to fight back against our strength. Rampant slaughter is the only option that would be to our benefit. Shade, you an I can easily break our fellows out of prison. We'll create a new race. The Meta-Breed."

Shockwave rolled his eyes. "Yeah, then their Life sentences will become Death Sentences! Way to get us all exterminated!"

He pointed to the screen again. "You see how they react to us now. The police are just begging to find reasons to imprison us! The President is on the verge of declaring Martial Law. We start some sort of Revolution, and we all look like the bad guys. 'The Terrorists within our own society.'"

He shook his head. "No, if we are going to stop this, we have to do it covertly." He paused slightly "...at least to start with."

Ooc: Stand by for a PM on an Idea for the "Master Plan."

"A jailbreak can be easily done covertly. We are metahumans of shadow, remember!? Any operation can be done quietly and invisibly."

Hearing the loud thuds Hunter rolled his eyes, "The work of a hero is never done," he sighed. "Time to go to work." With that he generated a small disk of light in front of him. God I hope this works this time, he thought to himself as vaulted onto the disc. The disc dropped and swayed a little before settling. "New trick," Hunter said, a little proud. "You need a ride," he asked Sparks.

"I have yet to get some sort of wheel for myself, so please." He hopped on, and his hand ceased with the crackling of electricity.

With a quick gesture from Hunter the disk began to climb; a little unsteady at first, the ride soon smoothed out. Moving at a fairly decent speed, Hunter approximated about 30 to 40 mph, they soon came upon a large collection of police cars. Swinging around into a nearby alley, and landing a little roughly, Hunter scanned the police channels.

"Seems to be some sort of hostage situation going on here," Hunter remarked to Sparks. "It seems a metahuman was here before us and crashed the party." Then he finally noticed the rather large hole in the wall he had assumed was a shadow. Not long after he saw the foot prints in the pavement. "Well it seems we might have a bit of a challenge on our hands," he started a little shocked, "What ever did that was pretty damn big." With that Hunter turned and started for the newly discovered hole.

Sparks "ignited" his fists, with a crackle. He followed behind Hunter, constantly flexing his fingers.

"You do realize that we are likely to be horribly outclassed, right?"