The masked man, called by a strange nickname, Momo, walked in entirely calm, holding an undisturbed someone above the ground by the hood of their hoodie effortlessly.
It was Static.
Dangling midair, still fully covered, legs crossed, her thumbs tapped across her phone screen like it was the most normal thing in the world.
"Good, everyone's here," Momo said simply, before unceremoniously dropping her. Static landed on her feet with a light bounce but didn't look up.
Kyle pinched the bridge of his nose. "Mia…"
She looked up briefly. "What?"
"You can't just ditch the team to go to the towers again," he said slowly. "Not from the outside, not from any side. It's impossible."
"I have climbing gear," she replied casually, slipping the phone into her back pocket. "And a jet—"
