<strong>Tomas 'Surge' Rodriguez  (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=343665.msg16235416#msg16235416)</strong><br/><strong>Locale</strong>: Outside of Sun Labs, on top of a rooftop with the team<br/><strong>Outfit</strong>: Black tracksuit  (https://cdna.lystit.com/1040/1300/n/photos/farfetch/38ccd863/just-don-Black-Lightning-Bolt-Track-Trousers.jpeg) with white lightning bolts (https://www.babyshop.com/images/637822/card_large.jpg)<br/><hr/><br/>Surge nodded, his eyes sweeping over the scene as he listened to Skye Knight, but half his attention was on the soft cacophony of voices clambering for attention inside his head. All around the labs, police cruisers growled with a chained predator's anticipation of the hunt. The roads further away were full of civilian vehicles alternately whining in frustration or cheering in delight as they drove or stopped, and inside the labs all manner of scientific instruments and computers were tense and anxious to resume their acts of discovery. All of them hungered to be directed - commanded -<em>controlled</em>.<br/><br/>He ignored them all. His life was hard enough with people simply knowing who he was and where he came from; using the powers he had inherited from one of the world's most notorious supervillains would have only stained his image by association further. Instead his costume, even his name, embraced the unknown hero that had unwittingly contributed the other half of his DNA. Sparks began to crackle at his fingertips as he crouched, ready to jump down and strike.<br/><br/>"We need to get in there now. Mammoth is having a grand old time, but if one of those bullets bounces off his eyeball he's going to go berserk. I'll tag him with a bolt, draw his attention and get him away from the cops. Once he's fixated he won't see Freight Train coming."