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"Good idea," Copycat agrees. "Hey, you kids, get over here!" he says, hamming it up. "Just as long as nobody slaps me in the face. What about these uniforms?" he asks, pulling on his own UMF suit. "Not exactly inconspicuous."
"Hey, guys!" Tesla shouts, sticking her head upside-down out the Penguin's hatch. "Guess what I found?"
A moment later several folded piles of black cloth fall to the grass with a thump, and behind them a pile of tiny headsets!
"Not bad," Dragonfly agrees once you all don your black track suits, concealing your UMF outfits completely, and with the hoods up you are hardly recognizable, even with your masks off!
"You heard the lady, move out," Sam says, drifting down to the ground to walk with the rest of you.
"We can't tell where that senator is, but when Sam was up there we could tell that place is where whatever-it-is is." Omni says, using the headsets instead of telepathy. They keep you moving in the right direction, as they relay your position from the map in the Blackbird to the beacons in your headsets.
Threading your way through the high-class street proves challenging, as the way is jam-packed with parked cars, double-parked cars, and rows of gawkers, some carrying anti-mutant placards or signs on sticks, some dressed for a night on the town, and others simply dressed to gawk at the scene unfolding ahead!
As you approach, you can see a faint translucent shell of wavering light that encompasses the American Museum of Natural History, and just beyond the light is a double row of police cars with spotlights aimed at the structure.
"Whoa," Bullet says. "That's a lot of cops."
"Aino, I don't think I can take out all those machines at the same time," Remote says warily.
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