Keen blue eyes burned with the inner light of truth. How dare that mangy Kellan cur treat a lady so disrespectfully? Just as Captain Zoom had steeled himself to march right upstairs and teach that scummy ne'er-do-well a lesson, his communicator sprang to life with news of chaos at City Hall. After taking his partner's rushed call, he bit back on his anger and rushed back into the streets, but not before giving a threatening fist shake in Kellan's direction. Righteous indignation would have to wait until more pressing matters were attended to; but the Captain's fury would be sated.<br/><br/>Oh, how it would be sated.<br/><br/>~~~~~~~~~~~~~~<br/><br/>"... But that's not possible. You're dead."<br/><br/>Whatever the mysterious telepath's answer was, it would have to wait. Sparks' question was immediately followed by a bombastic voice announcing "It seems you two have been throwing quite the wild party in here. That sort of thing should be kept to more open areas, don't you think?" The ostentatiously dressed man in the doorway stood with his chest puffed out, fists planted squarely against his hips like some kind of comic book superhero, fitting as he'd apparently felt the need to don the attire of one as well. Taking a quick assessment of the storage hold and its fallen guards, Captain Zoom jabbed a finger toward one man's limp form and warned "I certainly hope those good men are just sleeping. The law is harsh enough on thieves without adding murder to the list."