<strong>"Private airport, my ass, you stupid corporate stooge."</strong>Paradox mutters under his breath as he turns toward the fiery chaos at the center of the airport. Even as he starts to run, he thinks about a particular pattern of colors, and the raindrops around him slow to a crawl as his synaptic boosters kick in. Stealth abandoned for them moment, he sprints towards the wrecked plane in a serious of arcing leaps and bounds.