Strata snorted still playing with the lightning. "Choose mask or fedora. Cus they are just not working together, bro." He said almost absently again he seemed to be off somewhere else as an evil, maniacal grin was plastered on his face. "I just got a wonderful idea, Fear. This one affects STF directly." He grinned wider and the amount of static in the air began to increase and the ozone smell filled the room as his power began to run rampant but not out of control. "We destroy one of their supply depots. After we take some supplies for ourselves that is."