Copper-coloured blur blows trough the street, around the corner, then bypassing a whole bunch of armoured cops before they can even react. In hyper-time, Chronos have all the time in the world to navigate the streets. They're in the poorer, 20-century part of New York, and have all the city, or, if Chronos wishes, all the continent within their reach.<br/><br/>In the side-street where the battle took place, a black clad woman rises from the ground, on her mask a happy, grinning smile.