His tasks weren't hard- despite the fact that he hadn't done any real stealing since before the Titans banded together, the warehouses lacked any security besides a few cameras (which he easily dispatched). His abilities always made it painfully easy. Even having a few guards here and there would spice it up a bit. Kyd jumped down from a pile of crates, hearing a prompt creak behind him; he reappeared a few feet to the side, smoothly strolling away as several wooden boxes crashed down to the floor. He glanced over his shoulder at the noise of splintering wood, and turned back. Feeling no need to clean the mess up, he continued his search down the concrete aisles.
There was only one piece left to find, and he had naturally left the biggest for last. Gizmo warned that if he dropped it, a.) the machinery would be useless, and b.) his foot would be broken, not in the most pleasant way possible. Kyd shook his head slightly. He wasn't the strongest, but he wasn't exactly weak either- he'd be able to handle it. Hopefully. Wykkyd turned a corner, glancing down the next aisle with slight hesitance. All of these rows looked exactly the same. After a few moments of glancing around aimlessly, he decided to pull out his communicator. Pulling up the notes was easy enough, and he soon found his target. 'AISLE 26B' blared in white letters from the screen, the light being quickly snuffed out as Kyd attached the device back onto his belt. Glancing cautiously behind him, he continued towards the other end of the warehouse. Soon enough he had found the right label, pulling the crate off of the lowest shelf with a grunt. Breaking open the crate was much easier, and he tipped it carefully onto the ground. It was full of those little package peanuts to his amusement, and after rummaging around a bit he found what he was looking for. It was a part spherical in shape with peculiar notches on it. It certainly lived up to its reputation; it was heavy.
Like a bowling ball, Kyd reflected, but worse.
With one last look at the packing peanuts, his mission was considered over. Hoisting the hunk of metal into his arms, he teleported onto the flat roof of the warehouse. He was met with the night sky, although regretfully it was void of stars this close to the city, and took a moment to crane his neck back to stare at the dark clouds among a backdrop of spilled ink. He stared quietly, watching patiently as the clouds moved across the sky, so patiently and so carefully that he almost missed the faintest of sounds behind him; the light fluttering of wind over feathers found its way to his ears. He whipped around, dropping his objective as he did, and with a clumsy clang the machinery went rolling towards the other end of the rooftop.
On the end opposite of where the piece rolled towards, as well as Kyd's concerns about it, was Angel- with all her grace and all her glory- who stood, facing him, with open wings. Her appearance stood out starkly against the dark of the night, less of a sitting duck and more of a glistening light comparable to any constellation in bright eminence. She smiled slightly. "Hello. I haven't seen you for a while."
Without a moment's waste Kyd made his way to her, leaving a few feet of distance between them. He signed to her, frowning despite the relief held in his eyes. [Where have you been?]
She gave him an airy laugh, folding her wings behind herself. "You look so sour- I would have sought you out sooner if I knew you were so worried. I've been trying to stay out of sight. Although, I have been checking the rendezvous point there for the last week."
Kyd shook his head slowly, gesturing back. [I must have missed you. Sorry.]
Angel brought her hand up, waving him off. "Don't be hard on yourself... It's gotten harder to meet up." She turned her gaze to the city, looking up until the skyscrapers' twinkling lights disappeared in the cloud cover. Her face suddenly looked more tired than he remembered. "Too many eyes watching..."
With a vaguely confused look he tapped her arm, calling her attention back. Tilting his head, he cautiously resumed their conversation. [You could message me. Do you still have the communicator?]
The angel sighed slightly, stretching her wings out as she walked to the edge of the rooftop, the teleporter following a step after. A few feathers fell from her wings. "You know I'm not that great with technology… As soon as humans… people, started booting up those computers in the late 1900s, I was lost." She laughed a bit, glancing to Kyd, who offered a smirk in response. "The fight did a number on my communicator; it doesn't work anymore. I'm not sure how to fix it," she mused, looking down at it as she detached it from her belt, holding it in her hand as she said, "which is why I held onto it."
Kyd nodded, shrugging casually and beckoning for her to give it to him, which she did. They both knew Gizmo had the means to fix it. Angel placed it into the palm of his hand, leaving it there for a moment as she locked eyes with him.
"My communicator has my information encrypted into it... If Gizmo inspects it, he'll know it's my own, and he won't be happy with you." Her face was calm, but there was an edge of worry to Angel's voice. The realization was fast, and he dipped his head in understanding. They could both agree that that situation wouldn't be a favorable one. Angel dropped her hand to her side, averting her gaze once again to the city. There was a small silence between them- or more than usual- as Kyd watched her patiently. She was thinking about something important to her he could tell, these silences were the times that Angel delicately picked her words carefully. With a sigh, she looked back. "Thank you. ...I know it was a difficult decision."
Kyd let the sentence register for a moment before letting out a silent laugh. He shook his head at the ridiculousness of her statement before replying. [If I needed your help, would it be a hard decision for you?]
She averted her gaze, her eyes narrowing a bit with exasperation. "No, but you did have break the promise you made to Jinx." Her eyes softened as she spoke again a moment later. "I just worry... I don't want to get you in trouble with your friends because of me." She turned back to him, the weight in her gaze like steel shackles binding him to her concerns- she had good reason to worry, and it was something he did not really want to linger on.
He rolled his shoulders, shifting his position uncomfortably. [I know. I'll be careful.]
"I believe you," she replied smoothly, looking to the machinery that had settled in the corner of the rooftop's lip. "I also think it's safe to assume you have somewhere to be."
He shrugged neutrally, but she was right- he really should be getting back. With a nod he began to turn away, stopping midstep to look back at her. [By the way, the H.I.V.E. Five aren't the only friends I look out for.]
At this Angel smiled brightly, shaking her head with amusement. She stepped onto the edge of the rooftop, gesturing back to him. [Your big heart does not exactly live up to your title.] With that, she jumped from the ledge, swooping down and out of his vision. Walking to where she had stood, he caught the faint sound of strong wings, yet no angel to claim them, at least not visible to him. He turned away, and a weight lifted off of his shoulders. She would be alright.