Ever since Jared had set foot on Parisian soil, he knew he was free. There was just no other feeling than knowing that you were no longer tied to anything. He enjoyed this and vowed to live this opportunity to the fullest, as things never stayed perfect forever. A chesire grin sat upon Radius' face, showing just how estatic he was about the whole situation. But with every step he took, that grin dimmed and eventually vanished into a look of regret. Though he would never admit this to anyone, Corbo missed being on the frontlines. Protecting people he didn't he know and fighting alongside people he didn't even like. As many cons as there were to the situation, Radius could find ten more pros. He needed to her someone call his name. He wanted to know that someone needed him in this very moment, just so that he knew that he was noticed. But as he walked through the airport terminal, he found that he was no different from any other man. No superhero costume nor ridiculous codename, just a pair of jeans and a passport with Corbo written inside.

Was this really what Jared had wanted? Was giving up on Alpha Flight really all Radius had made it out to be? All his life, Corbo had only known one thing. Surprisingly that one thing has been the cause of all his problems ever since. Mutation was a very strange thing indeed, while it may have seemed to be great in the beginning as time goes on you eventually realize the truth. It may have taken ten years, but Radius has adapted to his abilities and it made him the man his is today. A man whose arrogance and bravado often leads to the misfortune of anyone who has the pleasure of talking to him. This had been Jared's initial problem with his team of Alpha Flight, and curiously had driven him away from them. But even though this was what he had wanted, he didn't feel that way any longer. For some odd reason or another, Radius missed being a part of a team even though he wasn't much of a team player. He really just missed being able to display his arrogance and being normal wasn't all it was made out to be.

Though right now, Radius would have given anything for something bad to happen. Maybe a gas leak or a terrorist bombing just so he could do what he had been trained to do since he was thirteen. For all the shit that God had dumped on him with all this mutant mess, couldn't he atleast grant him that one favor? All he wanted was to be needed again, and like an act of Dues Ex Machina something very well did happen. He saw it happen out of the corner of his eye and if Jared wouldn't have been so deadset of finding some trouble, he doubted he would have seen it in the first place. A man around the height and build of his brother had made the mistake of stealing a woman's purse. A petty crime indeed, in all other cases Corbo would have let airport security take care of the problem. But to be frank, Jared was quite desperate. By the time the robber had made it to the escalators, Radius was already off leaving his luggage behind. Running had never been his area of expertise, but there were other things he could do with his abilities.

Jared had not had a bruise of any sort since the 8th grade and judging by the fact that he still couldn't eat without Department H's technology, Radius doubted it would happen now. Jumping off of the balcony would have been a stupid move in human standards, for Jared however it was just a regular afternoon activity. He landed almost effortlessly, or atleast that was what it seemed like to the people watching the chase. If there was one good thing about the mutant powers that had scarred Jared's life, then it would have to be his resistance to any form of bodily harm. At all times, a field no more than a few millimeters away from Radius' body serves as a personal barrier between him and everything else. Luckily, Jared can not feel any of the physical torment that his forcefield must go through everyday. He dashed after the man with the purse, not even worrying about yelling to him to stop. To Jared's surprise the man stopped all by himself, turning around to point a pistol at Radius. He screamed ratically about anarchy and the idea that he could do whatever he felt like.

"WE ARE LIVING IN A NEW AGE AND LIKE THOSE WHO TEACH US ABOUT ANARCHY, WE HAVE THE RIGHT TO GOVERN OURSELVES. AND HERE AND NOW, I PROFESS I HAVE FULL RIGHT TO ANY AND EVERYTHING IN THIS PURSE!"

The man was a lunatic, that was for sure but the gun aimed at Jared's face was sane as ever. But years of being untouchable had given Corbo a mouth that could make his own grandmother shoot him. "I'd sit down and shut up right about now if I were you. No one here really gives a damn about anything that is coming out of your mouth, mister. And for your own well-being, I'd move that gun out of my face before I make you," spoke a rather arrogant Radius, obviously asking for more trouble than he may be able to handle. The look on the man's face after that statement was priceless. He actually looked taken back at Jared's arrogant attitude to the whole situation. But just as quickly, that expression soon became a grin as the man fired two shots. If not for his field, Radius would have been bleeding his brains out across the terminal floor. But instead, his body stood a few inches back not a single scratch on his frame. "What the hell are you, freak?"

"A man who is done with giving you chances to give up."

There was a quaint type of feeling that one after accomplishing something. A feeling that Jared had longed for every second after reaching Paris, France. He couldn't exactly explain it, but he liked being a hero. Possibly a subconscious need that had come about because of his want to be recognized, but he didn't like denying himself this. Blue eyes looked over the purse snatcher, whose body was nothing more than a broken mess. He had given the radical a pretty bad beating, which he would no doubt feel in the morning. The Gucci purse was still firmly clutched in the robber's hand. A miracle in itself as the man must have been hurting significantly. There was a still quiet behind him, which quickly changed to gasps as he walked to the man. It was his civic duty to return the purse to the woman, though the onlookers may have thought differently. His glowing hand wrenched the purse out of the man's fist, turning around to the public while doing so. He scanned the crowd looking for the woman who owned the purse, but saw nothing except a number of French Policemen. The expressions on their faces were hard and focused, which meant only one thing to Radius. They weren't here to help him.

He wasn't in Canada anymore, which was something Jared didn't really think about until now. Back home, they would have thanked Radius for doing such a good deed. If only because they knew he was a part of Alpha Flight. But here, he was just like any other man. Well, that was until he had stupidily shown everyone just how different he really was. Making sure he got out of here alive was Jared's first thought, and if that meant defending himself than that was what he had to do. The clacking of loaded guns reached his ears, a noise Radius was all but used to. His hands instinctively went up to his head, Radius' field glowing stronger than ever. If they opened fire than he better be prepared for the assault of a number of bullets. "Keep your hands in the air and drop the purse." If they were talking to any other person, the police would have gotten the answer they wanted. But hot-headedness was a trait that dominated Radius, and was bound to take over now. "What are you talking about? I just saved the day and now you accuse me of stealing the purse. The real criminal is lying there not five feet from you, and yet you think I did something wrong?"

"We advice you to be quiet and slide the purse over to us, sir. It will make this go by much quicker," ordered a young, police officer obviously handing this entire situation by the book.

"Would you like me to wrap it up with a pretty, pink bow for you, too?" questioned Radius, whose arrogance was soon to get him in more trouble than he was already in. They must not have known who they were dealing with. Ever since he had first stepped onto the terminal he had done nothing but good. Yet they still treated him like nothing but a common criminal. He didn't appreciate that, and soon enough they would all know that. "This is your last warning. If you continue to disregard us we will have the right to use brute force." Radius saw the officers grip their billy-clubs, several putting their guns back into their holsters. Whether or not he wanted to engage the French Police was no longer an option. It was bound to happen no matter what he did, and running was the ideal choice. The only problem was how? While he was running his mouth out, the police had managed to surround him. His only way out was through them all. Breaching their flanks was going to difficult and could very well mean using his powers. With his plan formulated and his confidence intact, Radius turned to the officer that had been talking to him. "All things said, I can tell you now to not expect a future as a hostage negotiater."

Confusion spread over the officer's face, before he finally realized what Jared meant to do. The purse was thrown toward the group of officers toward his right, who were coincidently only a few feet in front of the escalators that led to the exit downstairs. He took of running as fast as his feet would carry him toward the newly formed opening. The officers had been stupid enough to actually fall for his plan. The purse was nothing but a distraction, which seemed to work as they all seperated to get at it. He faintly heard one of them yell, "DON'T LET HIM GET OUT!" Jared had reached the escalators long before they did and was already running down the moving stairs. He could hear them running after him as he slid down the railing of the escalators and wondered if he was actually going to make it out of here. His hopes were high, well that was before he heard the first shot. While it was not properly aimed and a horrible shot at best, Jared flinched at just the sound of it. It had been years since he had actually been shot at. Even though he knew that he shouldn't be worried because of his field, he still felt deep down that nothing was for sure.

Light. That was the last thing Jared remembered before he heard the gunshot. He was right in front of the double doors that led out into the city and as only the Fates could have predicted, the same officer who had advised Radius to surrender shot a round at Radius. His aim was close to perfect and the bullets pelted the Jared's back like no tomorrow. His field glowed brightly and protected him from harm, yet the force propelled his body forward and then straight down. He felt none of it, but before he could collect himself there were several guns pointed directly at his face. "I suppose its too late to surrender, eh chief?"

(OOC: Ok, who was leon? The guy was an awesome writer!! Did he stay on as a different character??)