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"Fine." Emily replied to him, not completely satisfied. A rouge hero like him could become a problem, and she'd be the one cleaning it up. She sighed and flew from the wreckage, back to the roof. She crouched and looked out again. But it felt all wrong now, something was out of place. She covered her face with her hands, confused.
"Something happen already." She muttered to herself quietly. She hated it when there wasn't more than petty crime in the city, it meant something bigger and badder was brewing. She had to find out what is was soon or she would go completely insane. She decided the city didn't need her tonight and dropped back into the penthouse, sighing as she sunk into a chair. She used the ring to change into her light pajamas. She flipped on the TV and looked through the channels, landing on the news. There was a report about the explosion and crash obviously. She saw some footage of McTavish and her at the scene of the crime, but she noticed something drop from her costume at the scene of the crime. The report changed to a women at the scene of the crime, holding Emily's wallet, with her ID.
"Shit." Emily muttered to herself, in shock. The woman opened the wallet and began to read out Emily's information.
"No. No. No." she whispered to herself. This can't be happening! She thought, petrified by the possible effects of this. Any villain could just look up her address or work place and sabotage her. It ruined everything. She got up and began to pace, thinking of ways to cover this up or evade everyone, but the villains were smart. THey would figure it out. Emily was now in some deep trouble, and she wasn't sure how she could get out.