<div class="floatleft">(http://www.hdwallpapers.in/walls/eve_mauro_in_cyborg_x-wide.jpg)</div><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 18pt;"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: impact;"><strong>Midnight Angel</strong></span></span><br/><strong>Location:</strong>Roof<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Miss Spell, Cherry Spark, Open<br/><br/><br/>Florida proved to be a land of clear skies and oppressive heat.  Of course when flying at high altitude the heat became less of a concern and the clear skies more a luxury.  Meredith Winter had only ever wanted to fly and that was one of the only things he had not taken from her that day.  Anger flushed fresh in her mind, burning like a hot iron trapped in her skin.  Much like the cybernetics that now kept her going and made her stronger.  The metallic hand at her side flexed into a fist as if to remind her that the arm was there and offended by her thoughts.  At times she thought of the cybernetics as part of her and at other times the metal and wiring felt different, like a second person inside of her.  Academic of course, but the academic helped push out the emotion which flared to life in her chest.  Growling, she twisted in the air to make a rapid descent and leave behind memories.<br/><br/>The exact nature of her enhancements was a mystery to her.  Once she had tried to explore the field, to understand what she had become yet she learned quickly that she was not smart enough for such talks.  The ordeal had ended with Copper Rose rambling and Midnight Angel asleep in her chair.  So instead she simply took for granted that her metallic arm looked and felt similar to what she had possessed before, but not exact.  Much like eating sugar free ice cream.  The flavor was there, but different.  For a time holding items had been difficult, sex had been awkward at best and even flight had been impaired.  Slowly she was recovering, but was not fully there.  The hand held its dexterity again so that she did not crush coffee cups at least and she was approaching her previous speeds, just not quite there.  As for the sex, well finding someone that didn’t want to bring up her past was hard enough that she simply gave up that front.<br/><br/>Signals buzzed in her ear.  Typically she kept herself tuned to the air traffic control while in flight so as to avoid flight paths and someone must have known this fact.  The transmission came to her built in radio set which had also taken some getting used to utilizing.  Much like a voice in her head the signals had to be separated.  Fortunately, her mind had learned to do so without concentration any longer.  A simple lift of her biological hand to her ear opened the communication line for her response.<br/><br/>“Copy.  En route.  ETA 1 minute to roof.”<br/><br/>Arms folded down along her body and legs pressed together so that she formed a singular line, a bullet of sorts that plummeted down from the sky.  At one time she had worn red and orange fibers with a cape so that she resembled her iconic “comet” image while doing this maneuver.  Now she wore only a black body suit with leather reinforcement to keep her warm during flight.  No lose clothing dangling from her body.  Even her hair was tightly bound to her in an intricate array of braids that folded over the back of her head.  At times she had thought of cutting the length of dark hair, but she couldn’t bring herself to do so.  Broad glasses that extended from brow to nose to below her eyes covered nearly half her face.  Mostly to keep the wind from her eyes during maneuvers like this.  Breathless now, she pushed with her power to come down toward the Overwatch facility.<br/><br/>A distinctive “BOOM” sounded from somewhere nearby.  Teeth pressed down into a grit as she remembered being able to hit such speeds.  He had taken that from her.  Anger burned fresh in her thoughts just before she pulled up short before the platform.  Around her wind spilled out over the platform.  Midnight Angel did not land, but rather held her position just above the concrete zone.  Eyes moved beneath her glasses as she took in the assembling team.<br/><br/>“Wearing clothes today Miss Spell?  The pilots will be disappointed.”<br/><br/>Meredith had once been a cheerful sort, almost a cheerleader type.  Public Service Announcements had scrambled to capture her voice for their promotions to young audiences because of her “big sister” style.  Now though she sounded bitter and sarcastic.  Damaged vocal cords had emerged in a raspy voice that matched the previous just enough to be identifiable.  “Cherry you know the Captain is going to be pissed replacing another set of windows.”<br/><br/>That hand was lifted again to her ear after her “greetings” were made.  “At roof.  We got more intel or is this going to be blind?”  The entire situation sounded odd.  Coast Guard wouldn’t call them for a simple rescue or even a complicated one.  Immigration would only want their presence if an enhanced threat were aboard.  Already the wheels of her mind were churning in a bad direction.<br/>