<div class="floatleft">(https://i.ytimg.com/vi/ebNp3eAXKMI/maxresdefault.jpg)</div><strong>Character Name:</strong>Chris Knight<br/><strong>Alias:</strong>Tempest<br/><strong>Time/Date:</strong>0330-0345 March 23, 2016<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Metropolis, Suicide Slums to Stryker's Island<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Black Canary, Supergirl<br/><strong>Mentioned:</strong>New Justice League Members<br/><strong>Open:</strong>Azrael, Black Canary, Flash, Green Arrow, Hawkgirl, Hawkman, Raven, Supergirl<br/><strong>Warnings:</strong>None<br/><hr/><br/>The situation was rapidly changing.  Just as Tempest was about to launch himself into the air, he heard over the communication link Azrael's response, and how he was already on his way to Blackgate.  Tempest did not know much about Azrael's powers and abilities.  He had not witnessed it first hand so Chris' understanding of it was purely academic and he had nothing of which to reference against.  He knew that the armor he could call forth made the made durable and hard to put down in combat, Chris did not think it would matter much against the likes of whoever was impersonating Superman (Chris still believed in his heart that it had to be an imposter).  Chris only hoped that Azrael had the discipline to wait for the team and not to engage without them.  Still the faster that Chris could get there to support the man the better.  The only good news was that Chris would have the full range of the abilities his spirits grant him at Stryker.<br/><br/>Chris spoke into his communicator, and as he did so the ambient noise increased, and it was as if someone was trying to speak into cellphone while driving about sixty in a convertible.  His words were still recognizable, but only just.<strong><em>"Tempest to Canary, understood, I should be at Stryker in under two minutes.  I will also take a look about.  I have been working on an idea with Invidia that now is as good time as any to try out.  Will let both you and Azrael know when I am on the scene.  I will be unavailable for the next five minutes or so as I won't be able to hear you till I slow down."</em></strong><br/><br/>Before Chris could call upon<em>Invidia</em>, he heard Kara's voice, and it brought a smile to his features.  Chris had an immense amount of respect for all of the heroes named to the new Justice League.  In fact in the dark nights when looking at himself in the mirror, Chris had questioned more than once if he himself belonged in their ranks.  Despite that respect, much in the case as it was with Azrael, Chris only had an understanding of their abilities and how they worked based on files of text, and some video that Batman included in the data when he recruited Chris.  He had not worked with any of them before, save for Kara.  Kara, Chris knew, and how he could best compliment her with his abilities and skills.  It made Chris feel better that Kara was going to be there.<strong><em>Supergirl, last one to target area buys Pizza at Zeo's."</em></strong><br/><br/>Chris did not waste anymore time for banter, and launched himself out of the window, as he did, there was a maelstrom of sound and wind as<em>Invidia</em>heeded Chris' commands, and formed the wind stream bout him.   It started out only as a barely visible cyclone, a distortion of the air as it were, about him traveling around seventy-five miles or so.  Chris dove down towards the street, picking up the speed he needed, as as he did, he projected another wind stream in front of him, like a dome or shield.  It was necessary to do so as unlike some, unless he was touching the ground he was very much human, and while his uniform protected again most friction, the old folk lore of a piece of straw being driven through a wooden support beam were all to true.  One bird strike on Chris could seriously injure him while flying at any significant speed.  Which was why the other wind stream was critical if Chris wanted to continue to live.  He learned that the hard way.<br/><br/>Once both wind streams were established, Chris pulled out of his dive and shot like a near rocket into the air, what little glass remaining on the deserted warehouse shattering from the intensity of the wind, the radical drop change in air pressure, and the wake of a two hundred and ten pound man now hurtling through the air at four hundred miles per hour.  Chris took himself up into the air, climbing to around ten thousand feet before leveling off.  Chris did not increase his speed much more than what it was.  Unlike an airplane or other people with flight powers in the League, Chris was using the air about him to fly.  The repercussions of that if Chris went faster than what he did would play havoc upon local weather.  As it was he was causing a drop in air pressure, enough to start forming a minor cold front.  Any faster and it would be more than a minor, and all that cold air slamming home into the moist warm air above the prison, well, this operation was difficult as it was without the complication of sudden fog, or worse, a raging thunderstorm.<br/><br/>It took Chris less than his five minutes, and as he started to approach Stryker's Island, he also dropped in altitude, trading height to maintain his speed as he decreased the force of his wind stream.  It was Chris' intention to slow down to less than sixty miles per hour as he reached the prison.  There was no reason to let the bad guys know where exactly he was flying in from, which they would had if he went in balls to the wall.  A four hundred a mile gust of wind capable of picking up a man and carrying him through the air was not exactly subtle, and would be heard miles off as it was.  Chris leveled off about two hundred feet above the prison, and then his shifted his wind stream to merely keep Chris aloft rather than flying about.  As he did, he pulled up his hands in front of him and concentrated.<br/><br/>Chris changed the space of air before him, causing light to refract differently from the rest of the air about the spot where his hands were.  It was causing Chris to focus more, but he thought it would be worth it to get some good recon.  The result, Chris created what amounted to a giant lens in front of him, as good as any basic spyglass or binoculars .  As it formed, Chris smiled and then shifted his hands slowly about the prison before him, looking through the distortion of air to see what he could of the prison yard, who was about, any possible hostiles, anything of use for his team when they arrived.  As he did so, Chris spoke again into his communicator to let the rest of the team know he was on station.<br/><br/><strong><em>"Tempest to League, I am on station hovering about two hundred feet above the southwest corner of the prison.  Awaiting further instructions."</em></strong>