"Headcase is dead- He died a long ago." Those words were said just at the arrival of Captain Zoom. Of all the Marshalls, of course<i>he</i>would be the first one to show up. The man's reputation for speed was well-earned. Sparks sighed in frustration at the difficulty the man represented. Of course, he'd be more concerned with the downed guards than the more important Nanocell. How fast was he, again? She couldn't remember, exactly. But, she had also never dealt with him herself before.<br/><br/>Readying herself for some sort of attack from the Marshall, she found herself suddenly pushed across the room with a sudden blast of power instead. Slamming into a door frame, she fell to the ground while the entire building seemed to shake and rubble rained down from the ceiling. Curling into a ball, she covered her head with her hands until the rumbling stopped.<br/><br/>Finally, it seemed safe to move. She rubbed the back of her head where it had been smacked on her impact with the door frame and took stock of her surroundings. It seemed she had escaped the worst of it by being near the doorway. Rubble was everywhere and a gaping hole to the outside was now in the far wall. Telekinesis. Of course. That asshole. She should have electrocuted him after all.<br/><br/>Stumbling over the rubble, she kept to the edge of the inside wall. Just enough that she could peek around the broken wall to the outside and gauge what was happening. The asshole was standing there, apparently getting ready to stand off with another Marshall. Was that... Tremor? Movement caught her eye as she saw another Marshall jump from an Osprey to join Tremor. The three males were obviously about to stand off, but Sparks' eyes were locked on the Osprey. She had an idea.<br/><br/>Slowly, she crept from the building, keeping to the side and behind rubble as much as possible. She could hear sirens going off indicating there would be more do-gooders arriving shortly. Time was of the essence. Creeping along the outer edge of the area, she finally came to the opposite side of the Osprey. A short sprint, and she was at the door.<br/><br/>There was a pilot inside, watching the Metahumans on the other side. She examined him for a moment. No weapons, apparently. So, either he was a Meta, or he was stupid. Taking a chance, she whipped the door open quickly, grabbing the bar above the opening and swinging in with her legs; smartly kicking the pilot in the head. He slumped to the side. Grinning, Sparks pulled him off of the seat and dragged him out of the way. Then she took the seat herself and strapped in. Grabbing the yoke with one hand, she leaned forward and rubbed her right leg a little. The jarring impact of the man's face with her feet had shifted the metal cuff there and caused it to hurt.<br/><br/>Sending her senses into the aircraft, small sparks and arcs of electricity went across the console as she took control of the machine. First thing, she found and disabled the GPS. More than that, she fried it, so it couldn't be turned on remotely, even. Setting the blades spinning again to ready it for take-off, she cursed. The Nanocell. That asshole still had it.<br/><br/>She grabbed the mic, turned on the loud speaker, and called into it. "Hey, Mr. Telekinesis Asshole! Jump on and I'll get us out of here!"