R4 senses through camo

The wind picked up. Saxton craned his neck and saw a helicopter lowering itself down towards the rooftops. It was sleek, jet black, and had no identifying markers. Black ops, maybe. Hale was familiar with this cloak and dagger stuff, he knew when governments wanted to keep this secret. He shipped munitions to most of them, after all.

Normally, when they hovered in the air like that, some mercenaries would start sliding down on a rope or something, but Hale couldn't see anything along those lines. Yet he could still sense another presence. The pilot up in the heli, and something... invisible? Something busily swooping towards him.

He stepped out of the way at the last moment, and the thing flew by him. It skidded across the roof. Plaster and concrete tore up and trenches dug themselves into the ground, revealing two parallel paths like someone pushed their heels in and skidded backwards. The mystery man.

"I thought it wouldn't be that easy," he said. A male voice. American accent. "You can see through the camo?"

"Don't need to. What is that, anyway? Even I've never seen cloaking tech that can fool my eyes, and I sell the best."

"That's because it's not for sale."

The man painted himself out of thin air. Blue and orange scales dappled into view and before his eyes the man reconstructed himself. A tall guy, with wild blonde hair and a ridiculous superhero outfit that paired a jacket with a jumpsuit.

"The name's Animal Man, and that was chameleon skin with some peregrine falcon flight. We need to talk."