Snippet #1008012

Diana's hands drummed lightly upon the railing of her condominium. The past couple of days at work had been nothing short of dreary. After the excitement that was her life during the fight at the warehouse, she found herself in a fit of depression at the normal day-to-day drudgery of office life and couldn't wait to kick in another adventure in life that would remind her that she could be something more than what she was now.

So she had quit her job. An impulsive move she knew but she wanted, no needed something more out of her life at this moment. The deaths at the warehouse, her entrance as the Grey-Wraith, and the emotions felt after she had killed cosmos had really sent her mind into a new place, a different place.

And the clamor caused by the two villains at the jewelers store would give her a new chance at reaching that place.

With a smile across her lips, she grasped at the railing once last time before vaulting over, the sheer rush of falling 70 stories sending her into a sensation of grandeur before she spread her arms, letting her ability of flight take her high above the New Congress landscape.

The sense of freedom was extraordinary. She was once again adorned in her costume as her house robes had given way to the force of the free fall. She felt as a snake shedding out of old uncomfortable skin. She felt real, alive as the Grey-Wraith.

The wind cut through her hair as gentle as a masseuse's touch. The ability of flight was one of her most treasured powers as there were no limits while in the air. Nothing to hold you back...

She arrived at the jewelers a little too late. The many cameras and reporters were being held back by the line of police officers that were barricading the store while a chorus of "Look it's the Grey-Wraith" and "Grey-Wraith! over here!" filled her ears. When she stepped into the store she immediately recognized Baptist as he helped the officers carry the two villains that had attempted to rob the place to their squad cars. However there was another there who wasn't recognizable. He had inquired who the Baptist was, which caused Diane to form a shadow glove on her right hand, and emit a hostile aura of light in her other hand. She stood firm where she was, speaking coldly.

"Yes that is the Baptist, and I consider him a good friend of mine. So if you've come expecting trouble, the numbers are against you pal!"
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