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How do you steal something when you don’t even know where it is?
He doesn’t know yet, but he’s certain of one thing: there’s no harm in trying.
One thing’s for sure — he knows it’s here someplace. He can feel its presence as acutely as he can feel his powers burning beneath his fingernails; waiting to be released, waiting to be set free.
The closed space around him groans with his weight, and he wedges his knees into the corners a fraction of a second too late. The duct buckles, giving way beneath him to bright, fluorescent light flooding him from below.
He hears startled voices.
Smiling, and seeming as if he’s becoming resigned to dramatic entrances, he drops from the vent, the duct behind him catching a charge like a wildfire consumes a forest. It balloons out in an unintentional explosion, licking his shoulders as he rushes downwards: a fiery angel falling from heaven, wearing the grin of the devil himself.
