Thomas won't have to get very close to tell something's amiss.
First off, there's a really big head-shaped spaceship floating over the warehouse.
Secondly, the roof of the warehouse is a good thirty feet higher than it should be over the approaching urban horizon. The Hyper Teen is holding it aloft, as a number of panicked yells are coming from inside. A few of the braver wretched souls are hanging out of windows, ineffectively pelting him with bullets and the occasional laser, even as some of the more sensible of their number try to stop them from undoing the thing that's holding them all aloft at what would be a very unpleasant distance to drop while still inside a building.
"HA-HA-HAH! You may have escaped justice once, evildoers, but not this night! Varon has studied your recorded offenses and accessed your planet's primitive but stalwart's law enforcement communications. After that, the workings of a hyper mind were more than up to the task of deducing your next gathering!"
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