Things had been quiet lately. So much so that Midnighter and Apollo were beginning to feel the itch. How sad was it that it took some kind of disaster for them to feel at ease? He supposed it only made sense. It was in times of high intensity that they felt at home... It was what they were created for.
Apollo followed behind his partner as the door opened up and onto the ground by the crash site. As Midnighter checked on their new friend, he wore a small grin. "Careful, this is the point in the movie where the alien pops out of his chest." He glanced at the ship and hovered for a moment. "Going to get a closer look at the man's ride," he said, "and get a better view of the damage." Then he was up, up, and...
He pressed his comm link. "This is Apollo," he said, "we're going to need a clean up crew. We've got a a new toy for you." He paused and glanced at the pair on the ground. "Med team, too. We've got a stray."