(Context: 'Super Alex's' Earth is a few days behind Earth 32 as well as being a completely different 'plant' than the one 'Super A' is used to so this is happening just before the events of Chapter 2 so something else going on during Chapter 1.)

He knew the consequences of what he was doing. That even touching the tracer they'd implanted under his skin let alone digging the thing completely out of his shoulder would immediately send a signal to those idiots at the DEO but then again that was what he wanted.

His rather manic smile made one of the other female customers currently exiting the convince store with her daughter snatch up the child and hurry even faster out the door as he stepped thought it.

Really, he didn't blame her for being scared of him. He looked like hell. Dirty clothes and wild eyes but blame it on his situation. He hadn't exactly had adequate grooming tools in the DEO's custody other than his regulated single shower at the end of the week and two sets of clothes to be changed out every other day or so.

To anyone on this Earth, he could easily pass as just another homeless junky in need of a fix. To anyone who knew him however they would know that Richard Malverne wasn't one to be trifled with. He had a hell of a day and just hasn't had time to freshen up is all.

Not only had he successfully managed to escape from that dreaded room the DEO called a holding cell that had kept him weak and powerless for years now but he'd also somehow as soon as he'd hit the fresh aired street been pulled thought a portal that sent not only himself but also a giant blue children's toy and that annoying hero 'Supergirl' to a whole new Earth.

Luckily for him, his 'Supergirl' had been too distracted with the blue fluffy thing to notice he'd been brought along with them letting him melt into the already forming crowd as the two did battle.

Clearing his throat and straightening his clothes as best he could Richard made his way to the correct aisles as if he wasn't intending to leave without paying a single cent for everything he picked up. Along with a rather nice looking sport bag, a knife, lighter, and some bandages for his less than elegant surgery he'd be performing on himself later, a package of cable ties, a roll of duct tape and a conveniently advertised handheld taser Richard also swung by the back of the shop for a fresh set of clothes. Along the way, he also picked up a pack of razors and some shaving cream all the while keeping an eye on the cameras and the other so-called security the store had to offer its customers.

Once he had everything he needed both for his own personal sanity and for his less than complete plan of revenge Malverne slipped into the restroom to change and clean himself up.

As he neared the front door his new gym bag holding everything he'd 'acquired from the store slung over his shoulder the newly freed 'metahuman' as they called him as he sat in his prison cell paused remembering a rather key part of his scheme to get back at the so-called 'hero' who'd stolen his life.

"I'd like all the money you have please." He announced shifting his bag onto the counter "Oh, I don't think you want to do that." He smiled as he noticed the cashier reaching for the hidden 'panic button'.

He'd been itching to 'wammy' someone as that idiot Schott used to call it. Why not.

The attendant dropping like a stone a half-second after they lock eyes.

"Thanks for understanding," Richard smiles as he slips behind the counter for his prize making sure to double-check that he'd gotten every last scent be could as he tucks the attendant's wallet into his pants pocket. "I just need some funds to go see an…old acquaintance." He explains tucking the cash into one of the zipper pockets of the bag before he knelt just to check that the human was at least still alive before he left. He was more than a little rusty when it came to his control.

"Now." Richard sighed snagging some nice looking sunglasses on his way out and sliding them on. "Which way to the police station?" he asked the wind.