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A Commander's work is never done

Nathan had finally slogged through the latest backlog about the virus, and the Council's recent decisions. He wasn't entirely surprised about clones, it was a questionable topic back home, and it made him wonder if Primatech would ever have tried such actions. He really wouldn't have been surprised if there was an attempt.

The matter of the Yeerks, he was decidedly mixed on. He could still remember what happened with the attack from the previous Sam Winchester, and the trial. But the law felt they had their rights as well, and he wasn't about to argue on the idea. And this particular one did do much to ensure the casualty count wasn't higher.

He sent out a notice of welcome to the newer crew members, with an offer to stop by his office with any questions and concerns.

Though after his office hours, he stepped out of his office in the city, rocking back and forth on his heels. He then tensed and shot into the sky overhead with a sounding boom across the buildings as he took flight overhead again.

(ooc: Catch him in his office or flying over the city.)

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Nathan wasn't the only one in the skies - Marco was in osprey morph, catching the thermals.

Or he was, before some guy (dude, was that Nathan Petrilli?) zoomed past him. Then he was an osprey spinning wildly through the air, thanks to Nathan's turbulence.

<Aaaaaaaaaah!> he yelled in thought-speak.

Nathan usually was high enough to avoid typical bird flight patterns, so the brief dark streak out of the corner of his eye was surprise. He slowed up in his speed, and swooped around to get a better look.

When he did, he'd find an osprey righting itself. Under normal circumstances, Marco might have tried to pretend he was a real osprey - except he knew he'd already yelled in thought-speak.

And with Iniss now aware that he and the others could morph...well. He still didn't like letting people know about it, but it wasn't the extreme imperative it was before. <Have you ever heard of 'looking where you're flying'?! You know maybe you should try it sometime!>

Nathan was used to dealing with telepaths now so the thought-speak only surprised him for a moment. He studied the seeming bird for a moment before responding.

"Sorry, usually when I run into some one up here, they're a good deal bigger." Plus it's hard to see when your flying speed is comparable to a jet engine.

Marco flew alongside Nathan, trying to keep close enough to hear him. <Hey, are you calling me a little bird? I resent that!>

The amusement in Marco's voice suggest that he doesn't actually resent that, however. (Well. If he were human, he would. Just a little.)

"Well, smaller than most of what you'd run into flying around at any rate," Nathan allowed with a shrug. He kept his speed down to pace with Marco.

At least Nathan hadn't stopped all together - because birds of prey really weren't build to flying in one spot like a hummingbird and flying in circles around Nathan would have just been annoying.

<So. How's life as The Big Man? Or, to be more accurate, how's life as the The Man Who Is Nearly The Big Man?>

"It's got its moments. Especially lately. How goes it?" He remarked as he flew along.

Marco would have shrugged, but that's not really a good idea when you're a bird flying through the air.

<Oh, same old same old. Fly around. Nearly get blown out of the sky by crazy flying man. Cruise for chicks. The usual.>

"I did apologize for that. Not used to the sky being that crowded around this time." That and well, he was just used to flying very fast.

<You fly around up here often?> Marco asked. He hadn't seen Nathan flying much, but then, Marco didn't go riding the thermals anywhere near as much as Tobias did. He'd only morphed the osprey today on a complete whim.

Flying was always a good way to burn off a little energy. And one good thing about being able to have multiple copies of herself was that when she got bored doing something, she could just leave one where she'd been working and go out for a fly.

The sonic boom got her attention, though, and sent her in that direction. Which just happened to cross Nathan's flight path. "Afternoon, Commander," she said politely.

Apparently the fact that he could FLY didn't phase her much.

Nathan was brought up with surprise, and he came around as his flight speed slowed.

"Afternoon, and it's Angie right?" Oh yes, he's seen her around, but they hadn't really spoken for long. A pity really.

"It is." She smiled brightly at that, stopping to hover in the air. "Needed to get some air?"

He paused in mid air as well. He can hover, especially now he's had more practice with it.

"Yeah, thought the office was getting a little stuffy and confining."

The smile got wider. "I know the feeling. Though it's the lab for me. Sometimes you just need to get away from the paperwork and the thinking for a little while."

Not that she ever DOES. Not fully, at least.

He grinned back, "Yeah, just something freeing about soaring over the city like this. I did something like this once over Vegas and it was incredible." Granted he was getting away from people trying to kidnap him at the time.

"At night or during the day?" It made a difference in Angie's eyes. "I've seen a lot of the world from above and I have to say it almost always looks prettier at night."

"Day. Never got a chance to see it at night. But flying over New York at night? That's incredible too."

"Oh God, yeah." The smile turned a bit wistful. "I grew up in New York. Last kid in a fairly large family. Once I got the nanotech working so that I could fly? One of the first things I did was take a trip over the city to see it."

"Should suspected you're another from the city," Nathan softly replied as he hovered a little closer.

"I well, took me a while to accept these abilities. Got easier being aboard here and everybody so ..." Glancing over at her, "open and welcoming with their gifts."

Angie laughed softly. "I think I'm still in the minority a lot of the time. There aren't a lot of people here who went out of their way in order to get their powers." Not that she'd met, at least. "So some might say this is just me showing off."

"I don't think it's showing off. Not really."

The smile widened and became brilliant. "Thank you. Though to be fair, I might be one of the ones who would say I'm showing off." After all, it wasn't like this was quite normal.

"Perhaps, but I'd forgive you."

Which got another laugh. "Honestly, I think of all the powers I could have gotten with this, flight is the one that's most like a dream come true."

"I'd never asked for any powers. But I have to admit, this one has its perks."

"Definitely." Angie looked around them. "Though this City isn't quite so pretty to look at from above."

"Not nearly. I like the current view though."

"You, sir, are a flirt." Not that she was complaining. Anything but.

He admitted with a sly grin, "It's been said. You don't seem to mind though."

"Nope. Not at all." Angie moved a little closer. "Why would I mind a handsome guy flirting with me?"

Okay, technically she sort of had a boyfriend, which was probably a reason. But Jack wasn't there and, last she remembered, they were heading for 'off' anyway.

His pearly whites flashed brighter at that. More like his politician grins, but the way his eyes crinkled at the corners warmed the expression.

"Especially when the beautiful woman knows how to give as much as she gets back."

She's no politician, so Angie's smile is real. Even through the metal. "Oh, and you know how to give a compliment. You, I like."

"Why thank you."

Right now he's seen enough that he didn't mind the metal at all.

"You're welcome." Very welcome, honestly, as evidenced by Angie moving a little closer in the air.

Nathan was hovering closer to her as well now, gazing over her features.

"So, have to run back to the lab any time soon? Or like to fly a bit longer, maybe have some dinner later?"

Angie smiled at that. "No, I don't have to get back for any particular reason." Since...she was technically still there, doing the work.

Angie gave new meaning to the word 'workaholic'. "Sure. Dinner would be nice. Even if it's just the Sensorium." At least there it didn't taste like slop.

"Sure, I could show you my favorite spot in the city. Just in case they don't have it in yours."

"Oh, that would be awesome." She grinned. "Anything in particular I should wear?" Though the Sensoriums would change anything she wore, anyway.

He looked her over one more time, "Something dressier I'd say. Jacket and tie type of place, not that casual. They have an amazing carbonara sauce."

"Bet it can't beat my grandma's." Angie grinned. "But yeah, I'll show up in a dress." Nothing silver.

"Probably not, and nobody's beat Ma's lasagna yet. So see you this evening?"

She moved closer, kissing his cheek. "It's a date."

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