Correctional Facility: Break In

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To sneak off or not… that was the question to use a clichéd poetic manner. They weren’t going to really see anything on this tour and it wouldn’t be long before chaos ensued should those trying to break free the captured students be found. The real question became did he really want to put forth the effort? More so… put in the effort now? Perhaps everything would work out perfectly and the day would be saved without any problems whatsoever. Yeah… and pigs would soon be flying about feasting on hawks. It was a cynicism that was being forced upon him due to these numerous situations like this, though the end outcome was often positive it was never without twists and turns.

So… no, Saint would not put forth the effort to sneak away and investigate this place, at least at the moment. As alluded to previously, if Saint was a gambling man, he’d put his money on the effort to bust out the captured students being found out and chaos ensuing shortly after. That would be the time to sneak off and investigate this place without such supervision, when attention was brought elsewhere. Not to mention sneaking off now and getting caught would raise alarm and make things more difficult for the main purpose of this ruse. Hopefully this doctor was high ranking enough with this places personnel structure that he would be notified of any troubles with break-ins or break-outs thus giving Saint ample noticed of when to take his leave of the group.

For now Saint would simply follow along step by step with a ready ear and eye to pick out anything that might be of help. A security camera here, a staircase there, mentioning of where something leads to and comes from… all would be of help in some way to form a mental map of this place.

[Delilah A. Black]

Chuckling wryly, Delilah slipped in through the hole a few paces behind "Unfettered" and observed the wreckage without looking directly at it. She ascended the stairs after him carefully, her eyes downcast, her appearance brooding. The only thing that betrayed her was the occasional smirk that lifted the left side of her lips. She was positively giddy; she'd forgotten what it was like to participate in large scale mayhem, and even then, it was never of this magnitude.

Her mind silently reeled as she walked up the steps, past Arim. She made no move to acknowledge the blonde Asian's existence, only kept her pace. Delilah wished she could have passed on a word of encouragement to her friend, but knew that to be associated with Arim, someone far weaker than herself, wouldn't end well for either of them. If these Neanderthals went after Arim...

Gritting her teeth at the possibility of that situation, Delilah only had to glance sideways to see "Unfettered" beckoning to her while on his phone. She slipped beside him and listened, her eyes elsewhere.

Gabriel... I need to emphasize that finding that Surveillance Room is important. So important that I'm re-assigning Delilah Black to your team---She's a extremely competent engineer, and can beat down a lot of ass. We're heading downstairs, seeing if we can pursue the other groups, and/or checking out how many levels there are. And/Or later on... send her outside to help the Trashmen by blowing up some cars."


Delilah turned and cocked her head to look at “Unfettered” with a quizzical expression, her bright blue eyes narrowed as if to say ‘and just what the hell do you think you’re doing?’. She watched him like that for another couple moments before giving him a brief nod and changing direction down a desolate hallway.

Was she miffed? Yes, but not because of the change in her role; she knew what the German was up too, and she wasn’t pleased. Pulling her hair back and tying it with the red ribbon, she sighed, bringing up her pace to a fast walk. Well, she thought with a small smile, gently rubbing the tattoo on the inside of her wrist. I didn’t expect him too take to his ‘big-brother’ role so wholeheartedly. That what I get, I guess. On the bright side, she knew where she was going. She simply hoped it wouldn’t put him in a situation like the one where she could have been with Arim. Even then, she knew what she needed to do if that time came. And the way her world was going, it just might need too.

Her cell vibrated in her pocket suddenly, and she dug it out, slipping behind a pillar as she did so.

“Hey, meet over by the maintenance room, I’ve se-“

She shut her phone with an abrupt snap, a little testily perhaps, but that mattered little to her now. The less her presence was known, the better. Phone calls should be reserved for absolute necessity, no more, no less, and telling Delilah something she already knew was, in her books, unnecessary. Anyone could hear a vibrating pocket, especially when in an eerily empty hallway, which was also beginning to tweak her nerves. She didn’t trust it, but what choice did she have? Turning around, she found a map indicating the floor plan and fire escape routes for all floors, including the one she was on. Finding the matinence room located on two floors below, she rolled the laminated sheet of paper off the wall, rolled it up, and slipped it to her belt. Just in case.. Taking a deep breath, she expanded her field of vision by switching to her peripherals and began moving eastwards towards a second stairwell, as indicated by the map. She pulled out her phone and began texting rapidly without looking.

Text only unless instructions are too long. too risky otherwise. need numbers of backupmembers. will update progress.

she sent the message and closed her phone more gently this time, as she began to hear muted voices conversing behind the doors ahead. She treaded lightly, her body poised and ready to lunge and attack if she needed too; hell, she probably would have attacked her own team members if they came around the corner at that moment because she was so on edge.

If she managed to get past the door without being detected, she would resume her former pace towards the stairwell and slip in. She noticed a camera, fortunately not facing her direction at that moment, but it wouldn’t be long before it swung back and grabbed her image. However, she needed the camera working. She couldn’t just break it.

She shifted herself out of the room as the camera angled back in her direction. She waited ten seconds before slipping into the room again, jumping the banister and just grabbing the railing for the floor above her. She knew she had no more than ten seconds to gain purchase and get her ass onto the above stairwell.

She tried pulling herself up once, but her palms slipped and she nearly dropped the ten feet to the stairs below.

Seven seconds…

Scrabbling, she swung her legs up so that her feet were equal with her shoulders, and slipped them sideways between the bars.

Four seconds…

Pulling herself up with nothing but the strength of her legs, she braced herself against the handrail and slipped her feet out from between the bracing bars.

Two seconds…

One.

As the camera swung back, it would either miss Delilah’s exit entirely, or it would just catch a glimpse of her silver boots as she jumped the guard rail to the next flight of stairs. Either way, she’d made it. Or at least, she hoped so. She checked this new staircase for cameras; nothing, at least, none that she could see.

Exhaling in relief, Delilah sat down on one of the upper stairs and pulled the large sheet of paper out of her belt and rolled it open. She poured over it, taking in every possibility, looking at all the labels, the locations, stairwells, fire exists…

She frowned as her mind kicked in to gear. The matinence room was, more often than not, not the electrical center to a building; it ran the furnace and everything else, and probably contained a backup generator, but no, was not the epicenter for a compound this large. More often than not, the main electrical output was located on either the roof, in the very basement, or outside. Most government owned or large buildings rely on hydraulics for electricity. If she wanted to shut down the power, she’d have to find the hydraulic hookup cable, which wouldn’t be located in the matinence room with the furnace because that kind of pairing was too volatile.

However…

She looked back at the map and began tracing through the drawn hallways, her mouth forming words, but emitting no sound. She couldn’t take out every individual floor panel; there were probably four on this floor alone, and she could definitely get caught. At the same time, killing the hydro would shut down everything, including surveillance systems. That would be useless to the operation.

Dammit… She thought. There has to be a better way…

The answer was a godsend in the form of faulty product.

The fluorescent light above her suddenly began to flicker and buzz as if it encased a rather enraged flaming bee. She glanced up at it, then back at the floor plan in front of her.

”…”

She looked back up at the light suddenly as an idea began to shape in her mind. Delilah jumped to her feet and flipped her phone open and began texting once more, forwarding the message to “Unfettered”, Gabriel and the two ‘back-up’ he was sending (if she ever got their numbers).

Break every single light you see I dont care how but its the only way to maintain the surveillance without killing the hydro and the back up. COVER YOUR FACE WHEN YOU DO THE GAS IN THE LIGHTS IS DEADLY.
...be careful.

That last part was mostly meant for “Unfettered”, but it went all around anyway. This would be pretty fricken’ dangerous.

Time to create some mayhem.

She bolted up the steps and kicked the door to the next floor open with such a shattering bang that when it hit the wall, the sturdy vandalism proof glass cracked in a spider’s web pattern. Seeing no one in the immediate vicinity, she raised her two pinkies to her lips and whistled shrilly, the high pitch cutting through the air like a knife through warm butter. She sucked in a deep breath and cupped her hands around her mouth,

”OLLY-OLLY-OXEN FREE!” She shouted at the top of her voice. Was it a death-wish? Probably, but this was going to be a helluva game of hide and seek.

[Windsor (Whin) Johnson]

"You are ze advance troop. Scout on ahead---not too far, and report back for reinforcements to defeat poten......"
As i heard that arrogant german, give me my orders I began to full sprint tward the stairs, leaping in to the air head first spreading my arms like the wings like an angel of the hunt, in my left hand i felt my pan flute freeze my skin the beautiful cold metal, poor Whin he let me out, and not i wont let him have control back, oh the sensations of the physical world are too,...well enjoyable, that poor emotion laced fool will now have to suffer the isolation like I have for too long.

still soaring i began to laugh the I was enjoying my freedom, the world shall fear the Pied Piper, seeing a few men in dim light at the bottom of the stairs that i was rapidly approching, i thought about informing the imbicile of a german, but their screams should be enough, bracing my body for impact i felt my flesh ripple, this is the Shen Ki Shatter Slam. I was begining to feel my flesh tear of my arms as it has many times. impact in 10..9.....8......7...........6................5......................4.............................................3...

[Sean Barker]

There in his little office of torture, Sean Barker monitored everything. The attack outside, the escape inside, even the esorting of the students through the building. They would soon find themselves over come. They would be over powered, they would-

"They got through the wall?"

Sean sat up quickly and started calling everyone. The... "Elites". He wondered how these Germans would be able to conduct themselves, they had prooved useful so far. He would however have to contact the escortee's and tell them just this.

"Take the kids out of the picture."

[darien]

The germans stood in front of Barker, eyes on the man, fury in Flammes eyes.

"Do not vorry sir. Ve will destroy zis little...invasion vorce. You ave my vord."

He turned, him and his brother, promplt leaving the office. His voice went into the radio, calling off the soldiers who had been assaulting the students. Suddenly, the children would find themselves alone in a building that was his playground. In seconds, he was just around the corner from the main force, a group of ten men at his back. He signalled to his brother, who promptly popped around a the corner, and threw in a smoke grenade, another man, back behind the kids, popped another one, the entire hall filling with smoke. Flamme grinned evilly as he chucked him his chin to Kratsoff.

The younger german brother smiled as well, his teeth glinting and shining.

The lights went off.

Kratsoff pulled up his gun, looking through the night-vision scope and taking careful aim for a rather strong looking boy next to "Unfettered", the boys name being unknown to him but known to the rest of the student body as Cody Travers.

Kratsoff, shot, once, aiming for the jugular of the boy, which would put him down hard for two hours. Then, after that one shot, he began spraying the group with the rest of his 11 tranquilizers. Suddenly, from behind the students who would find confusion in this, a yell came, the lights flicking on as five enforcers charges theyre rear, Flamme signalling for his group to follow him as he charged in from the front, pulling on his gloves and grinning like a madman.

His target?

A certain white-haired German who, throughout Flamme's observance, was the leader of this group.

If This man fell, the assault would fall to pieces.

OOC((shit post. but you get the picture.))

[John]

John felt the building shake slightly and everything seemed more alive. Something was off, and completely wrong. So John wasn't going to just sit around and let things happen the way they where. He would reach into his coat and pull out a markless can and pop the seal.

"You know."

John would say as he would start to chug the drink. Takng a deep breath as he would have vinished it all off. The liquid having trailed down his lips and chin to fall to the ground. Runnign down his neck and over his shirt as well, going under the chest plate in place under that.

"I hate when things have to end up this way."

John's blood vessels would then begin to protrude from the amount of pressure going through them, his muscles growing in size and deffinition to an extreme. His voice had only been loud enough for the others to hear as he would burst towards the scientist looking person that had been showing them around, lunging towards her he would make his arm become engulfed in flame as he would aim to slam his elbow into the back of her head. Putting a hand against the fist of the arm going for the elbow, his speed and weight into it. He was going for the kill.

But what would be worse is the activation of his Qi would cause his eyes to glow the same dark red that they where, like a light behind stained glass.

Strength: 42 (47 with Qi)
Dexterity: 37
Constitution: 39
Intelligence: 24
Wisdom: 38

[(RAWR)~]

Hans' Group
(Jackson, Saint, Ms. Cassidy + Delilah (and other assaulters?))

“Now, zere is not much here I can actually show you, az mozzt of it is confidential.” Droned Dr. Devlin with a clearly bored expression in place. Take one of the most technologically (and illegally) advanced prisons on the west coast...and give a tour to high school students! That was certainly a brilliant idea, and Hans would have a strict talking-to to whoever idiot thought up this idea. Idly clicking the pen in his hand, he gestured to the camera mounted on the ceiling to the left.

“Dese cameras, they are mounted in every hallway, room, and crevice in this entire building. Der is not a single blind spot, that we know of, as each are continually monitored by the security department in an around-ze-clock fashion. Dis is a prison after all. Bad people are sent here.” He explained to the group, speaking like he was addressing a bunch of stupid children. Bad people, please. Just as they were about to turn a corner in the hallway, a loud young voice broke out obnoxiously from ahead of them.

”OLLY-OLLY-OXEN FREE!” [/color]


...

You could see the vein pulsating at the scientist's temple, his hands clenching around the clipboard, the processed wood product buckling beneath the pressure with a sickening crack. Peering around the corner, he narrowed his eyes at youngling he did not recall seeing with the rest of the high school troupe. Just as he caught sight of her, though, the beeper at his belt buzzed 3 times. Though he didn't need the warning to know what was going on.

“Enuff of dis..” He growled, winging the clipboard like some demented frisbee of doom at the new girl before turning on the students he had been guiding. “Tour's over.”



Hans' Stats
Str: 50 + 8 = 58
Dex: 30 + 0 = 30
Con: 40+ 6 = 46
Int: 34 + 4 = 38
Wis: 34 + 4 = 38
Cha: 12 + 1 = 13

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Octavia's' Group
(John, Arim, Serj + Other Assaulters)

“Okay...children.” Octavia began boredly, metal blinking nail file in hand. “I'm going to let you all participate in part of our work, isn't that exciting.” Certainly...exciting. She led them to a cubical that was not like the rest, it had a table instead of a desk, and on the table was a pile of papers, all jumbled up. “Unfortunately, one of our interns fell down the stairs, much like Stargirl here, and dropped an entire month's worth of paperwork. None of us really want to sort it out, and since there really isn't any real work you can do here, we decided this would work well enough. It's like a puzzle. Organize by page number...I do believe it goes to at least 700 something..”

She waved her hand in a 'shoo' fashion, letting them get to work as she got herself a cup of coffee from across the office. Once she returned, however, the beeper at her waist buzzed three times, and the scientist's eyes narrowed, the ends of her nerves sparking to life. One of the snotty kids was chugging a drink, it was dribbling down his chin and everything, she wanted to get him a bib or something.

"You know. I hate when things have to end up this way."

Oh?

”Hmm. I could say the same.”

Her face has lost it's beautifully bored look, turning into look of malice and disgust at the outlandish boy. She wasn't necessarily strong, but she had substantially large and active brain, her eyes following his movements and calculating all the while. As he came at her with his elbow (was he on fire?!) Octavia bent her right knee, bending her body severely to the right so that her torso was nearly horizontal, the right hand touching the ground for balance as she moved. Once his elbow reached where her head had just been, she made her move, launching her left knee upward to jab him in the stomach.



Octavia's Stats
Str: 20 + 3 = 23
Dex: 26 + 2 = 28
Con: 26 + 3 = 29
Int: 50 + 4 = 54
Wis: 50 + 4 = 54
Cha: 23 + 1 = 24



***Assault people, you can attack/join in any of these two, or continue to search on your own***

[John]

John noticed her move, but he had committed to the attack, she moved to the side and sent her knee into his gut, the only thing protecting him was his chest plate, but thanks to the hard work of Ms. Oki nanda he no longer had a broken rib, so he didnt take the hit as bad as he would of a long time ago. It did hurt, but he would twist towards the female and throw a left punch towards her stomach, his eyes still glowing that dark red, his fist catching a blaze.

She seemed like the smart type, everything about her showed that she would rely on that more than her physical abilities. So if he drug out a long winded fist fight she may be able to bring herself out on top, so he'd have to start using the stuff around him, unless someone descided to jump in of course.

~Going to need help though, thats for sure.~

[Delilah A. Black]

Delilah blinked with the appearance of the man and the group he was herding. That was quick. She thought with a quirked eyebrow. But before she had time to say anything cheeky, the mechanic distinctly heard shots being fired in the floors below her, back the way she'd come. Her innards froze her for that one second. Shit.

The next moment, a clipboard was whizzing towards her, leaving her only with time to react. She shifted her body quickly to the left, showing the group her profile, as it whipped through the curtain of hair she'd left behind. She exhaled and turned, seeing the man turn on the people he'd brought with him, one of whom being...Saint?

"Tour's over."

Delilah's eyes hardened as he turned away. Since when do you turn away from a threat? Unless...he didn't consider her a threat? Well, that burned her up. Her lips curved into a snarl and shifted her stance. Her light boots quickly shortened the distance between herself and the man with he turned back in naught but three strides. The second after her foot touched the ground, Delilah suddenly sprung at the man's back, both of her hands lashing out to grab at his hair with shaku-ken**. If, however, the man HAD little to no hair, Delilah would settle for the flesh on the sides of his neck, first pushing with the heels of her palms to follow her momentum, then digging her fingertips into his flesh and pulling back sharply. Her fingers should, at this point, be digging into the soft muscles, as well as the jugular vein and corodid artery, in an attempt to shut off circulation and tear the soft tissues in the neck. As well, the moment Delilah would pull back (should her technique be effective), she would bring her feet up and dig her heels harshly into his kidneys, her only hand-holds being the muscles in the side of his neck.

If her technique had not been successful and he attempted to hold her or throw her off, she would attempt use either Omote** or Ura**, depending on the angle at which he tried to grab her, as a way to distract him with pain. He was larger and stronger than she was; it'd ake more than one hit for someone as small as her to bring someone as small as he was down.

Whether or not it was completely effective, she'd look at Saint, the teacher (she'd never met her before...) and the other boy with urgency as she hung on to whatever part she'd gained. It wouldn't be long before he either dropped from pain, lack of blood flow, or until he threw her off...his strength far exceeded her own. "Hold him!" she'd love to expalin why, but she was a touch busy at the moment. All she knew was that it was essential.

OOC:
**Shaku-ken: It's a soft tissue damage technique used by those who study ninjutsu. Basically, the theory that if you push on a body part, like hair, the triceps and biceps, insides of the thighs, and especially the muscles surrounding the arteries in the neck, when you pull back, it will hurt that much more. And I'm not kidding; it works, if you can get a hold of the person. First, you push with the heel of your palm to gather whatever it is you're grabbing, be it muscle, skin, or hair. Second, you dig in your fingers tightly to the fold created, and you pull as hard as you can. I don't have a video of it. It's something you have to experience first hand, like I have. It also works for such areas as the floating ribs. Of course, you have to actually grab the person first for this to be effective. And FYI it hurts WAY WAY WAY more if you resist, because your muscles become easier to gain a hold on because they are stiff rather than loose (and you try to pull away from it (mostly for hair)).

Ura and Omote: Japanese for 'inner' (Ura) and outer (Omote). They are wrist and joint locks, named for thus because of the way you turn the wrist, either towards you, the defender, or away from you.
With Ura, you can utilize it when someone grabs your wrist by moving it in a cirular motion to break the hold. You simply turn your hand over and place it ontop of their forearm so it puts their wrist at a 90 degree angle. If you push down on their fingers or wrist, the pressure will send the arm into spasm. There are other ways to utilize it, and it's shown in the video (it's the first one demonstrated).
Omote works better when someone is punching you with a jab, or has a hold on your collar. Simply grab the hand with your forefinger between their thumb and index finger, and turn it away from you, while keeping it close to your body. From here you can beat the crap out of them, or wrench their arm so hard you dislocate their shoulder. It's the second technique shown in the video.
[url=http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FHLxdqMA3Hc[name]Link[/url]
((Mother father, the link doesn't work! If you want to se it, look up "Christan Tisser- Shomen Uchi Nikyo-omote and ura" and you'll get the video))[/size]

[David B.]

Davids task was a little different after making it inside.

During the assault, David had spent his time waiting and wandering when that boy from the meeting with Clavering was going to open the doors, his face hidden behind a full head mask, his body decked in black. He watched, from behind a car, the side door he planned on entering slide open, and he grinned, leaping over the car and into the doorway, sliding through to a connecting hall. He came to his feet, the door crashing shut behind him, his red eyes glaring around him. Nobody. He moved quickly assuming that, since he was on ground level and the one above him seemed hardly a place to keep prisoners, that he would need to move down.

Tearing through an open door, David stopped, noticing a group of people inspecting the area. Obviously, until this point, they were unaware that the entire building was under severe attack. Otherwise they wouldn't be standing around talking about filing papers. The building shook, the boy saying something, David getting closer, moving through the cubicles, to hear.


"You know. I hate when things have to end up this way."

”Hmm. I could say the same.”

He watched as the boy attacked, the girl moving quickly to avoid it, swinging down to smash the boys stomach. David thought quickly. These were obviously students from the school, and he doubted this woman would be letting them leave, especially after the rather loud crushing noise of the building and the attack the kid sent off. David leapt over the cubicle, catching the female under the arms in a classic full nelson, holding her there while the boy tried to land his attack. They needed to move quickly, and if this woman escaped, David would have to take care of her quickly, since they had no time for fun such as this.

OOC(( Saw you needed some help john, figured id jump into the fray. ))

[Zack]

"Zach and Scarlet you’re with me, we’re going straight to the surveillance room..."

Zack looked up into the green eyes.

Determined.

Ready.

He smiled. His squad leader was ready for this. He checked his belt and pockets for useful accessories. No Walkie-Talkie, it would probably make too much noise and cause too much radio disturbance anyway.

Right jean pocket, short and sharpened Venus HB 2 Pencil and white Staedler eraser, absolutely the best luxury eraser around. Belt clip, Sony Ericsson W510i, gray and blue, portable accessory attached, silent mode engaged. It was hooked up to his blue Panasonic over ear headphones. His heavy black Lululemon jacket stored his wallet in the right inside stash, napkins in the left, his lanyard with keys and whistle on the right breast, and extra inner ear headphones and a blue Panasonic D-snap MP3 player.

So many female plugs and only one male plug. It's like a harem anime all over again, except... only with plugs.

Eww.

He'll have to find some engineer person to make a proper single male multi female 3.5 mm audio adapter for him some time. Hopefully it'd be something like a mixer. Ah... that was after he survived this.

He clipped the right headphone onto his ear, the left clipping to his gray dri-fit shirt. Zack usually preferred stereo sound but they weren't all connected via a voice network so he had to leave one ear for environmental aural detection.

>Unreal Tournament - Hyperblast Redux<

Frag time.

A nod showed his acknowledgement to Gabriel's command and he stood by the leader, alert and prepared. His brown eyes peered into the darkness ahead.

Determined.

Ready.

[Gabriel Seran]

Gabriel looked over his phone after so rudely being hung up on. Clearly he wasn’t used to being quite so covert. He ignored Delilah’s apparent uncaring towards him as he read over the text.

Great, now he felt a twinge of guilt for thinking she was a bitch, she was just looking out to see things through, correctly. He rushed onward reading the next set of messages sent.
Break the lights? Gabriel was a tad bit confused and questioned for a moment still running as fast as he could checking around corners hoping there was a sign or something to direct him to where the surveillance room was, it was an honest necessity that he had to find, by some chance he hoped for a sign.

Gabriel’s gaze dropped back to his following comrades in arms.
“How you holding up back there?” He said in a loud murmur. They were running at Gabriel’s fastest pace he’d assumed they had some trouble keeping up.

(OOC; sorry not the greatest pos blech)

[Sean Barker]

Sean was calm for a few moments as the German brothers made their claim, Barker had his studies and knew what mite happen. The brotherswhere good. But the information from the Gods he wasn't so sure, he would look to his right a man in white holding a boy by a leash, he looked into the distance with his head cocked to a side. His white silver hair jetted back as if he stood in a wind tunnel and his hair was stuck like that. His eyes didnt even have any color, his form was in shape though, almost freakishly, having absolutely no fat in his body, which without the drugs was dangerous for a normal person. His skin as pale as the clothes he was wearing, as if he was completely colorless.

"If things get out of hand, I'm going to have you release Mitsoumi. Alright?"

"..."

"Oh, right, I forgot again."

Barker would chuckle a bit and watch his monitors, the kids seemed to be shutting down the lights... Fine. Barker would hit his master switch and turn off all the lights, it would be pitch black for a second, then the red back up emergency lights would come on.

(-10 Wis for everyone)

[The New Student Dean]

The End Begins

The lack of light was just the beginning.

...Soon, gas would follow through.

Along with explosions.

The entire place had been wired to explode, from top-to-bottom. To try and seal the experiments from the bottom from ever reaching the surface.

Even Das "Feuer" Mann, the Angsar Brothers, and the parking lot outside would find itself under the intoxication of sleeping gas, explosions erupting from the blacktop. All of the Enforcers, strangely enough, were hit especially hard. Even the captured Roland.

...But while the sleeping gas and explosions continued...

...

Moderator Instruction: All participants. You are to make one last post, before you either get knocked out by debris or the sleeping gas takes effect.

Afterward... the conclusion, and then, the long-awaited aftermath.

[Trizen Takano]

During the sudden ruckus of it all, it seemed as though time had gone from its slow and humble stalking to fast and adrenaline pumped. While he and Dylan were still making their way to rendezvous with Delilah, he had received a text message from her:

'Break every single light you see I dont care how but its the only way to maintain the surveillance without killing the hydro and the back up. COVER YOUR FACE WHEN YOU DO THE GAS IN THE LIGHTS IS DEADLY.
...be careful.'

For the while, he was quite lucky as the corridors itself had close to none. He looked for the other boy, Dylan, who was Takehiko's partner during the mission, but it seemed he had outrun him. The fourteen year old freshman stopped to look for a moment and blinked twice through his blue contacts, then turned back in the direction of his target: He had to find Delilah and help David get through security. Little to his knowledge, Mister Blaze had already done his fair share of waiting and had entered the fray elsewhere. Grunting a bit, he started running again. He picked up his feet and pushed off step by step as fast and with as much power as he could muster. The black gloved boy would make sure to break a light here and there to make sure he followed through with Delilah's request, though made sure to keep it with his speed.

'Stop!' he caught himself thinking as he was at the edge of a corridor. He leaned tight against the cold felt wall and glanced over at the edge of the wall only to see security guards running about. As much as it was obvious that the group was discovered, he wondered how many were caught or if they knew how many of the Militia's team had entered the facility. They must have known by now who was in and who was trying to get out. Takano-san would wait for a moment to make sure those voices and boot thuds passed him straight by.

'Hm?' His keen ears picked up the sound of a stranger. Certainly was not any sort of soldier who would shout Olly-Olly-Oxen-Free in the middle of a battlefield. 'She's not far...' The wild haired boy thought to himself on taking a sharp run once again. He bolted past other security guards and his steps were likely heard making contact with the solid ground every now and again. His focus had shifted from not making a sound to making it to his destination in time in hopes of completing his goals.

The end of another hallway, Takehiko stopped dead once more. Looking left, then right, there were stairs at either ends of the new hallway. His writing hand move its way almost unconsciously to his forehead and rubbed it sorely as he tried to focus in on the acoustics of the four words he heard from the stranger. They led him here, but now he would have to choose which way. 'Damnit...' His eyes cocked right and managed to fix out a silhouette taking shape on the stairs. Without another set thought in mind, the boy ran as fast as his legs could take him, but not without hearing the words of any typical rent-a-cop some distance behind him. "Hey you!"

'Almost there...' he felt himself thinking as he had somehow managed to find himself being three steps away from being at the rendezvous point. The guards were still three halls away which would give Takehiko and the visible woman some time before having to deal with security.

Two.

One.

'I'm here...' he thought as he stopped a little behind the woman known as Delilah, and a little short of breath. His hands were balled in fists and looked sharp to keep bearings of his surroundings. His mind, in the meanwhile, also kept track of the guards and how long it would take before reaching their destination. They didn't have much time.

Before he was able to say anything at all to Delilah, who had caught his arrival in the corner of her eye, the scientist had spoken what seemed to be in context with everything else. "Tour's over." Seemed like Takehiko didn't miss anything but a threat -- which was fine with him.

Suddenly, the lights blacked out and red emergency lights started going off. "Great," Takehiko muttered on still trying to mentally keep track of the other guards. They were halfway down the former corridor and were soon going to make their way up the stairs. But then something odd happened. He heard explosions. Were they near him too?

"Get 'em!" He heard guards shouting. They arrived. Turning around, he left Delilah as she was to fend off the guards coming from behind them. Reaching into his pocket -- from which he stuffed a few things from the toolkit -- he tossed a wrench at the leading guard before they had time to aim their guns. The wrench hit him square in the forehead and on impact was off his balance on trying to regain his footing with the stairs. Leaping from where he was, Takehiko leaped forward and shot for a straight kick to the front guard's stomach. The guards and Takehiko all fumbled down the stairs and landed on the bottom. It was a long and hard fall down, but the men in uniform managed to break enough of blue-eyed boy's fall to recover -- the soldiers weren't so fortunate as they seemed unconscious.

Delilah and company were still upstairs, and he knew he had to go back -- particularly if by this point a strange mist has been spreading rapidly through the facility along with other explosions. It seemed the trail would quickly making its way to where Trizen stood, so the boy began to run up the stairs. Floating in his mind, he knew that when he got out, he would have to join the track team. As much as he was healthy and very fit, he knew he would have to work on his endurance running.

The blasts would soon cause a bit of stir with Takehiko as his ears were particularly very sensitive. They caused him to trip a few times running up the stairs and he was almost back to join Delilah to help her, but to his dismay the last set of explosions seemed to catch up with his footing. While the sleeping gas had not entirely slowed his movements, they dulled his reflexes. An explosion had setoff through a wall as he was going up the last set of stairs and blew him head first into the opposing steel wall.

Takehiko fell on the stairs unconscious.