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by **Land of the Risen** » Mon Aug 10, 2015 7:45 pm

"This is actually pretty good... Like, really good..." Lazarus goes on reading Maria's rendition of "It," definitively noticing the changes. He finished his cigarette and turned the butt into ash with a strong electrical shock from his fingers. He ash gently littered the floor, but not enough to even be noticed. There was more people now... A LOT more people. "Are we good to bounce yet?" Lazarus asked the gang, wanting to know if they could make a break for it yet, since they insisted on staying out fully for there punishments.

by **Empire of Donner land** » Mon Aug 10, 2015 7:59 pm

Land of the Risen wrote:"This is actually pretty good... Like, really good..." Lazarus goes on reading Maria's rendition of "It," definitively noticing the changes. He finished his cigarette and turned the butt into ash with a strong electrical shock from his fingers. He ash gently littered the floor, but not enough to even be noticed. There was more people now... A LOT more people. "Are we good to bounce yet?" Lazarus asked the gang, wanting to know if they could make a break for it yet, since they insisted on staying out fully for there punishments.

Faron wasn't sure if he wanted to stay his punishment or just go. Class was over and their punishment was set so could they go? "Let's go." He said. Faron was nervous, he wasn't sure of they could go or not, the librarian didn't say so but their punishment was to read Stephen King for a few weeks. He held his hand out to Willow to help her up and returned his attention to Lazarus "You sure?" He asked wondering if he actually wanted to leave the library or not, it seemed from before they were having preety good fun, Maria and him atleast.

by **Lycanth** » Mon Aug 10, 2015 8:07 pm

Empire of Donner land wrote:
Land of the Risen wrote:"This is actually pretty good... Like, really good..." Lazarus goes on reading Maria's rendition of "It," definitively noticing the changes. He finished his cigarette and turned the butt into ash with a strong electrical shock from his fingers. He ash gently littered the floor, but not enough to even be noticed. There was more people now... A LOT more people. "Are we good to bounce yet?" Lazarus asked the gang, wanting to know if they could make a break for it yet, since they insisted on staying out fully for there punishments.

Faron wasn't sure if he wanted to stay his punishment or just go. Class was over and their punishment was set so could they go? "Let's go." He said. Faron was nervous, he wasn't sure of they could go or not, the librarian didn't say so but their punishment was to read Stephen King for a few weeks. He held his hand out to Willow to help her up and returned his attention to Lazarus "You sure?" He asked wondering if he actually wanted to leave the library or not, it seemed from before they were having preety good fun, Maria and him atleast.

Willow's heart jumped a bit when Faron said to go. Did that mean their date would start? Or would they have to haul through more classes? That was just one fucking class. All of that. This is going to be a long day. She thought. She grabbed her bag and took his offered hand and stood up with him, holding onto his hand for just a second longer than necessary. Claire quickly crawled up her leg and onto her shoulder while Belle crawled up onto her arm and into her bag. If it wasn't for all the art supplies and books, she woulda made a web home easy. "I mean...if we really wanted to...we could just leave while there're people coming in and out. I mean, detention is after school isn't it? It makes since." She said quietly, only Faron really being able to help her. As much as she got bullied and was hated at her old school, she never did play hookie or leave without someone saying she could. She was nervous she'd get into more trouble. Yet, the observatory did seem a much better place at the moment...

by **Lancearc** » Mon Aug 10, 2015 8:58 pm

Charlia wrote:
Lancearc wrote:When finally he did notice that she was beginning to exhibit more, hopeful signs of life, his eyes immediately lit up like a child's. It didn't do much to clear the tears that still pooled in them, but it stopped their flow down his cheeks almost immediately. He couldn't find it in himself to smile though, he could only tighten his grip on her hand and be glad that she wasn't dead. "I promised you nothing like this would ever happen again." he spoke, quietly, ashamed of himself. "And it took me not a day to fuck that up. Just...be okay, please..."

She still couldn't move anything more than her fingers, and she couldn't look at him, but she squeezed his hand, trying to give him some degree of reassurance, no matter how small.

At least she couldn't feel the pain.

Morman's expression didn't change, but further assurance that she was...perhaps semi-conscious helped to stop him from worrying so much about her going over the edge and back into the condition she'd been in just a short time ago, at least for now. When she got over whatever...this was...he had to have a serious conversation. Serious wasn't a word that he ever used without knowing that something was really wrong or had to be done, of course.

by **Charlia** » Mon Aug 10, 2015 9:01 pm

Lancearc wrote:
Charlia wrote:She still couldn't move anything more than her fingers, and she couldn't look at him, but she squeezed his hand, trying to give him some degree of reassurance, no matter how small.

At least she couldn't feel the pain.

Morman's expression didn't change, but further assurance that she was...perhaps semi-conscious helped to stop him from worrying so much about her going over the edge and back into the condition she'd been in just a short time ago, at least for now. When she got over whatever...this was...he had to have a serious conversation. Serious wasn't a word that he ever used without knowing that something was really wrong or had to be done, of course.

She was still crying, but she could feel the tears now. She blinked. Good. I'm getting somewhere... She still couldn't move her eyes, but her hands were fully operational now. Maybe she could communicate through writing... If only I had some way to say it...

by **Sonitusia** » Tue Aug 11, 2015 1:07 am

Hark had kind of spaced out after the blood had been cleaned out and Morman entered the room. He didn't even get the chance to answer, and just stood there silently as he watched the boy try and comfort the now fully awake but stiff and silent girl. Her eyes were eerily wide open, and she wouldn't open her mouth to answer his pleas. Hark noticed her hand moving, and he knew what she wanted to do. Getting a nearby napkin and a pen from his chest pocket, he put it down under her palm and put the pen in her hands. "Write," he ordered flatly. He then stood off a slight bit away to give Morman some room, but at the same time watch what the girl would write. "I found her on the floor, with blood coming out of all those wounds she has. Those wings. Not the greatest power to own."

Maria nodded happily, closing the sketchbook but her Stephen King novel still open. She actually liked these scary tales; gives her some great imagination material. "Yeah, let's go do this somewhere else, it-" The door got chopped down, and Maria saw the lumberjack responsible. "Oh god damn, Steve," she muttered, getting the Welrod pistol once more off the table, taking aim and quickly shooting the man's head off. There was a loud roar as he perished, shriveling into a small sheet of paper. The two marines that had been chasing him looked shocked, and also annoyed the man was taken down so easily. "Thanks Miss..." they grumbled, catching their breaths.

A minute later, Harriet and Beth materialized inside the IT room, without any change to Beth's appearance at all luckily. But as Harriet was patting down her clothing, she noticed that something was missing. M-M-My s-s-skirt?! She instantly reddened, as now she had appeared before the SBG wearing undergarments that did not at all hide the bulge that she had. She covered it with her hands, turning around and frantically looking around for something to put on.

by **Shyluz** » Tue Aug 11, 2015 4:47 am

En watched as Beth and Harriet materialized out of thin. Though, Harriet was missing something. Something vital. En turned, clutching the Milkor MGL on her shoulder, and tossing a Thunderclap grenade ominously as she stared at the two. "You're late. Harriet, clothes are in the third locker to the left. Grab yourself a handgun from the arms locker while you're at it."

by **Sonitusia** » Tue Aug 11, 2015 5:20 am

"T-T-Thanks!" Harriet squeaked, quickly running over to the locker and opening it, revealing a school uniform with a skirt underneath. Swiftly putting it on, she was still blushing very hard and only then did she realize that En had said 'handgun'. "W-W-Wait, why do I need a gun?!" she exclaimed quizzically, looking through the apparent school locker with a stockpile of weaponry inside. She recognized most of them since her father had taught her to shoot young, but she never took much interest in the sport. Why take a handgun when I can use that scoped M4 Carbine though...

by **Shyluz** » Tue Aug 11, 2015 5:23 am

"Because we may may not be getting shot at today? And some of us may not make it back? And some of us would rather shoot back before the Feds kill or capture us?" En said, looking at the clueless girl. "You really are clueless aren't you? I mean, you didn't notice my Milkor."

by **Sonitusia** » Tue Aug 11, 2015 5:26 am

Shyluz wrote:"Because we may may not be getting shot at today? And some of us may not make it back? And some of us would rather shoot back before the Feds kill or capture us?" En said, looking at the clueless girl. "You really are clueless aren't you? I mean, you didn't notice my Milkor."

Puffing her cheeks, Harriet grabbed the M4 and gripped it in her hands, some particles near her vibrating slightly as she became uneasy and a bit angry. "W-Well alright then! Let's go do this!" She also got several extra magazines, using a nearby roll of tape to stick the boxes into pairs.

by **Shyluz** » Tue Aug 11, 2015 5:28 am

Sonitusia wrote:
Shyluz wrote:"Because we may may not be getting shot at today? And some of us may not make it back? And some of us would rather shoot back before the Feds kill or capture us?" En said, looking at the clueless girl. "You really are clueless aren't you? I mean, you didn't notice my Milkor."
Puffing her cheeks, Harriet grabbed the M4 and gripped it in her hands, some particles near her vibrating slightly as she became uneasy and a bit angry. "W-Well alright then! Let's go do this!" She also got several extra magazines, using a nearby roll of tape to stick the boxes into pairs.

"Put it back, Harriet. You can't conceal anything bigger than a handgun in a school uniform. I only have the Milkor if things go sour." She said, sighing like Harriet was a puppy that had yet to be house-trained. "Boss, you want to explain it to the newbie? Or should I?"

by **The GAmeTopians** » Tue Aug 11, 2015 5:40 am

Scott looked around, and saw that the remaining two had arrived.
"Miss En, I leave it to you to explain things to Miss Harriet. After the presentation." He raised his voice.
"If I could have your attention please! I will be starting the briefing now, so please turn your attention to the screen now."
With a click of his laptop, the screen changed. It now showed the information file on Sam.
"This is the file on our rescue target, as written by the scientists. As you can see, we only have 24 hours, and we'd like to not use that time allotment if we down have to. Secondly, as is shown, our target has a somewhat... Odd... flaw manifestation. I do not have a problem with this, and anyone who does can leave now." (He was referring to the fact that Sam was male but is turning more and more female.)

by **Sonitusia** » Tue Aug 11, 2015 5:58 am

Shyluz wrote:
Sonitusia wrote:Puffing her cheeks, Harriet grabbed the M4 and gripped it in her hands, some particles near her vibrating slightly as she became uneasy and a bit angry. "W-Well alright then! Let's go do this!" She also got several extra magazines, using a nearby roll of tape to stick the boxes into pairs.

"Put it back, Harriet. You can't conceal anything bigger than a handgun in a school uniform. I only have the Milkor if things go sour." She said, sighing like Harriet was a puppy that had yet to be house-trained. "Boss, you want to explain it to the newbie? Or should I?"

"But a Milkor is something a bit too much, isn't it...?" Harriet muttered, putting the carbine back and grabbing an M1911 instead.

The GAmeTopians wrote:Scott looked around, and saw that the remaining two had arrived.
"Miss En, I leave it to you to explain things to Miss Harriet. After the presentation." He raised his voice.
"If I could have your attention please! I will be starting the briefing now, so please turn your attention to the screen now."
With a click of his laptop, the screen changed. It now showed the information file on Sam.
"This is the file on our rescue target, as written by the scientists. As you can see, we only have 24 hours, and we'd like to not use that time allotment if we down have to. Secondly, as is shown, our target has a somewhat... Odd... flaw manifestation. I do not have a problem with this, and anyone who does can leave now." (He was referring to the fact that Sam was male but is turning more and more female.)

"Morphing?" Harriet mused, nodding, "And it's not odd at all. Not at all..." The description given to them was enough to make Harriet realize that the boy was slowly changing into something else. I don't think something should be forced to happen though...

by **The GAmeTopians** » Tue Aug 11, 2015 6:07 am

Scott turned his head toward Harriet and nodded, satisfied.
"Let us hope that attitude continues throughout the group. Anyone may leave if they wish, but I'm going to continue the presentation."
He clicked to the next slide, which showed a map of the science compound.
"Doc, you should recognize this place. Our target is being held in one of the central cells."
He pointed to a room near the edge of the facility using a laser pointer.
"I'm going to attempt to have a contact plant weapons and other supplies in or outside of this room. Any supplies will be useful. Any questions before I organize squads?"
(I'll try to find a map image, if anyone else can find one feel free to post it)

by **Charlia** » Tue Aug 11, 2015 7:11 am

Sonitusia wrote:Hark had kind of spaced out after the blood had been cleaned out and Morman entered the room. He didn't even get the chance to answer, and just stood there silently as he watched the boy try and comfort the now fully awake but stiff and silent girl. Her eyes were eerily wide open, and she wouldn't open her mouth to answer his pleas. Hark noticed her hand moving, and he knew what she wanted to do. Getting a nearby napkin and a pen from his chest pocket, he put it down under her palm and put the pen in her hands. "Write," he ordered flatly. He then stood off a slight bit away to give Morman some room, but at the same time watch what the girl would write. "I found her on the floor, with blood coming out of all those wounds she has. Those wings. Not the greatest power to own."

Charlotte would have thanked him, if she could have. She started writing.

I remembered everything. Everything I made myself forget. Help me. Please, I can't move. Well, I can move my hands, but... Please help me... I'm scared. I don't know what to do. What's going to happen to me? Am I going to die?

by **Sonitusia** » Tue Aug 11, 2015 7:16 am

Charlia wrote:
Sonitusia wrote:Hark had kind of spaced out after the blood had been cleaned out and Morman entered the room. He didn't even get the chance to answer, and just stood there silently as he watched the boy try and comfort the now fully awake but stiff and silent girl. Her eyes were eerily wide open, and she wouldn't open her mouth to answer his pleas. Hark noticed her hand moving, and he knew what she wanted to do. Getting a nearby napkin and a pen from his chest pocket, he put it down under her palm and put the pen in her hands. "Write," he ordered flatly. He then stood off a slight bit away to give Morman some room, but at the same time watch what the girl would write. "I found her on the floor, with blood coming out of all those wounds she has. Those wings. Not the greatest power to own."

Charlotte would have thanked him, if she could have. She started writing.
I remembered everything. Everything I made myself forget. Help me. Please, I can't move. Well, I can move my hands, but... Please help me... I'm scared. I don't know what to do. What's going to happen to me? Am I going to die?

Looking over, Hark chuckled lightly. "Quite the contrary girl, in fact it seems your external wounds are healing quite fast. Normal for those with your power." He then put another napkin near the now written one, and continued, "But I'd have to guess those are internal wounds that you're speaking of." He stepped back once more.

by **Charlia** » Tue Aug 11, 2015 7:27 am

Sonitusia wrote:
Charlia wrote:Charlotte would have thanked him, if she could have. She started writing.
I remembered everything. Everything I made myself forget. Help me. Please, I can't move. Well, I can move my hands, but... Please help me... I'm scared. I don't know what to do. What's going to happen to me? Am I going to die?
Looking over, Hark chuckled lightly. "Quite the contrary girl, in fact it seems your external wounds are healing quite fast. Normal for those with your power." He then put another napkin near the now written one, and continued, "But I'd have to guess those are internal wounds that you're speaking of." He stepped back once more.

She started writing again, the tears flowing freely now.

I don't know if I can handle this. I know why I made myself forget now. The memories... they're horrible. I can't stand it! I can't stand knowing what happened. Morman was right, it was better to have forgotten. I'm not... I don't feel like myself anymore.

by **Sonitusia** » Tue Aug 11, 2015 7:42 am

Charlia wrote:
Sonitusia wrote:Looking over, Hark chuckled lightly. "Quite the contrary girl, in fact it seems your external wounds are healing quite fast. Normal for those with your power." He then put another napkin near the now written one, and continued, "But I'd have to guess those are internal wounds that you're speaking of." He stepped back once more.

She started writing again, the tears flowing freely now.
I don't know if I can handle this. I know why I made myself forget now. The memories... they're horrible. I can't stand it! I can't stand knowing what happened. Morman was right, it was better to have forgotten. I'm not... I don't feel like myself anymore.

Hark's eyebrows furrowed as he read the response. He knew there was more to this girl, especially when he recalled her firm grip during his orientation earlier. What went wrong to make her like this? Sliding over another napkin, he asked, "What happened, Charlotte? I know you didn't want to tell Scott and I earlier, but now is clearly the best time to let us know. I'm here not only as a teacher, but someone who cares for you." What am I even blabbering about, this is a useless conversation. Chances are she'll say no again, maybe even get worse than before. He then shook his head, crossing his arms in front of him. "I can't imagine how difficult this is for you, but if you and this boy think it's better to forget, then I'm sorry to say that you're wrong. Please tell."

by **Charlia** » Tue Aug 11, 2015 7:46 am

Sonitusia wrote:
Charlia wrote:She started writing again, the tears flowing freely now.
I don't know if I can handle this. I know why I made myself forget now. The memories... they're horrible. I can't stand it! I can't stand knowing what happened. Morman was right, it was better to have forgotten. I'm not... I don't feel like myself anymore.

Hark's eyebrows furrowed as he read the response. He knew there was more to this girl, especially when he recalled her firm grip during his orientation earlier. What went wrong to make her like this? Sliding over another napkin, he asked, "What happened, Charlotte? I know you didn't want to tell Scott and I earlier, but now is clearly the best time to let us know. I'm here not only as a teacher, but someone who cares for you." What am I even blabbering about, this is a useless conversation. Chances are she'll say no again, maybe even get worse than before. He then shook his head, crossing his arms in front of him. "If you and this boy think it's better to forget, then I'm sorry to say that you're wrong. Please tell."

Her hand was trembling as she started to write again.

I can't write what I've remembered. It's too terrible. I feel like once I've written the word... like it will become more than just memories, even if the memories are horrifying and sickening. I can't bring myself to confirm it. But I will tell you what I already knew.

She ran out of space to write.

by **Sonitusia** » Tue Aug 11, 2015 8:58 am

Charlia wrote:
Sonitusia wrote:Hark's eyebrows furrowed as he read the response. He knew there was more to this girl, especially when he recalled her firm grip during his orientation earlier. What went wrong to make her like this? Sliding over another napkin, he asked, "What happened, Charlotte? I know you didn't want to tell Scott and I earlier, but now is clearly the best time to let us know. I'm here not only as a teacher, but someone who cares for you." What am I even blabbering about, this is a useless conversation. Chances are she'll say no again, maybe even get worse than before. He then shook his head, crossing his arms in front of him. "If you and this boy think it's better to forget, then I'm sorry to say that you're wrong. Please tell."

Her hand was trembling as she started to write again.
I can't write what I've remembered. It's too terrible. I feel like once I've written the word... like it will become more than just memories, even if the memories are horrifying and sickening. I can't bring myself to confirm it. But I will tell you what I already knew.
She ran out of space to write.

It's a start. Slightly smiling to himself, Hark put down several sheets of napkins for her to write with so that she could do so without stop. "Anything that you can say is going to help us both-" He then remembered Morman was still there. "Help the three of us, I should say." He knew how the boy must have felt towards this seemingly paralyzed girl, and so did not tell him to leave lest he be worried sick.

by **Charlia** » Tue Aug 11, 2015 9:46 am

Sonitusia wrote:
Charlia wrote:Her hand was trembling as she started to write again.
I can't write what I've remembered. It's too terrible. I feel like once I've written the word... like it will become more than just memories, even if the memories are horrifying and sickening. I can't bring myself to confirm it. But I will tell you what I already knew.
She ran out of space to write.
It's a start. Slightly smiling to himself, Hark put down several sheets of napkins for her to write with so that she could do so without stop. "Anything that you can say is going to help us both-" He then remembered Morman was still there. "Help the three of us, I should say." He knew how the boy must have felt towards this seemingly paralyzed girl, and so did not tell him to leave lest he be worried sick.

Please don't misunderstand me--I don't want to sound like I'm ungrateful. I love my wings. But they've always caused trouble. You see, my mother died the day I was born, and my father... well, he died three years later. After that, naturally, I ended up in foster care, but nobody wanted a girl with wings for a daughter. I was always very lonely, because everyone thought I was a freak.

Well, there was one nice family that I stayed with for a while when I was eleven. They were wonderful, but they didn't have a lot of money, and shortly after my twelfth birthday my wings were severely injured, and... well, it was such a specialized thing, it was far too expensive for them. They truly believed they were helping me by sending me away. I don't blame them at all--they couldn't have known.

They couldn't have known what they were sending me to. There must have been a system error, otherwise I can't believe I would ever have been sent to where I was next. Emma and Michael Kincaid, their names were. Emma wasn't so bad, at least, not when she was sober. But she was, unfortunately, an alcoholic, leaving me at the 'tender mercies' of her abusive husband...

Well, my life became pretty much a living hell after that. The slightest thing could and would set him off, leaving me with wounds of all sorts, whether caused by his bare hands, a belt, shards of glass, even a knife. It didn't really matter what it was--if he could hurt me with it, he would. In my naivete, I thought that was the worst he could do to me. I soon learned differently, but my twelve-year-old mind couldn't deal with the reality, so I repressed the memories night after night, again and again.

Anyway, this continued for five years, because I was too afraid to tell anyone what was going on. Until one day, the inevitable happened. I was summoned to the school counselor's office, where she asked why my grades had fallen so sharply. I was relieved. I told her everything, every lurid detail. I thought I would finally get out.

On the contrary, she picked up the phone and called him. When he showed up, I could see that he was already angry. She, however, could not, and she turned to me and said the words I will never forget. 'Tell him what you just told me'. I was petrified. I couldn't. Didn't she know what would happen to me? Apparently not, because when I didn't answer, she repeated my story to him.

He seemed surprised--probably by the fact that I hadn't mentioned the worst part, but he didn't know I couldn't remember it--and played it off as a grab for attention. She believed him. He was always a very good liar. So he took me back, and then commenced the worst night of all. Once he had finished with me, he cast me out into the cold, and I lay there, bleeding and crying, finally forcing myself to crawl away to find help.

After what seemed like hours, I finally reached a house, and the owners took pity on me--for in my wretched state only those with a heart of stone could have turned me away--and cared for my wounds. I begged them not to tell the police, because I was too afraid of what would happen. The next morning, I thanked them and left, and that was that.

But I'm still afraid... I'm still afraid he'll come back. Because I know what he's done, and he's going to want me silenced so I can never tell anyone of his crimes.
He will find me. He knew about my wings. He knows about this place, I'm sure of it. He'll make the connection. It's inevitable.

by **Lancearc** » Tue Aug 11, 2015 10:12 am

Moan listened intently to Charlotte's long explanation - or rather, read intently. It all made sense, her scars and he supposed her withdrawn attitude to most people, including him, initially. How easy she was to anger might have been a result, he wasn't sure. "Well Charlotte...even if he does find this place, how would he hurt you again? You've got people here keeping you, all of us safe! Other students, the staff, security..." Morman reasoned.

"They'd all do whatever it took to keep you safe, including me."

by **Charlia** » Tue Aug 11, 2015 10:19 am

Lancearc wrote:Moan listened intently to Charlotte's long explanation - or rather, read intently. It all made sense, her scars and he supposed her withdrawn attitude to most people, including him, initially. How easy she was to anger might have been a result, he wasn't sure. "Well Charlotte...even if he does find this place, how would he hurt you again? You've got people here keeping you, all of us safe! Other students, the staff, security..." Morman reasoned.

"They'd all do whatever it took to keep you safe, including me."

She managed to smile.

Thank you.

And with that, she closed her eyes and simply went to sleep.

Unfortunately for her, he had indeed made the connection. And he was coming.

by **Empire of the Siberian Flaming Eskimos** » Tue Aug 11, 2015 1:38 pm

Dillon looked at the two student's that appeared into the room with a raised eyebrow. Well, looks like someone forgot a big thing on the way here. Maybe I'll hit on her later, he thought. Then he saw the bulge. Then again, maybe not. He averted his gaze shortly after appraising the figure out of respect. While he was many things, Dillon was not pervy and did his best to avoid the title. Will power could only go so far though when someone who originally appears female randomly drops into you sight-line in nothing by underwear. After he/she got clothes on the lecture started. Dillon gave a small sigh, disappointed that he wasn't able to use a grenade on Max and sat down. At the end his hand shot into the air.

"Yes," he said when asked for questions, "I'm guessing this place isn't just sitting there with a bunch of shrinks and a sign that says, 'come here for people that have powers', so what should we expect defense wise going in? And what's the plan besides going in, grabbing the guy, and running out. I'll shoot myself if there aren't feds with guns there and we're gonna need something to distract them."

by **The GAmeTopians** » Tue Aug 11, 2015 3:45 pm

Empire of the Siberian Flaming Eskimos wrote:Dillon looked at the two student's that appeared into the room with a raised eyebrow. Well, looks like someone forgot a big thing on the way here. Maybe I'll hit on her later, he thought. Then he saw the bulge. Then again, maybe not. He averted his gaze shortly after appraising the figure out of respect. While he was many things, Dillon was not pervy and did his best to avoid the title. Will power could only go so far though when someone who originally appears female randomly drops into you sight-line in nothing by underwear. After he/she got clothes on the lecture started. Dillon gave a small sigh, disappointed that he wasn't able to use a grenade on Max and sat down. At the end his hand shot into the air.

"Yes," he said when asked for questions, "I'm guessing this place isn't just sitting there with a bunch of shrinks and a sign that says, 'come here for people that have powers', so what should we expect defense wise going in? And what's the plan besides going in, grabbing the guy, and running out. I'll shoot myself if there aren't feds with guns there and we're gonna need something to distract them."

"Good question. I was just getting to logistics. Any other questions? No? Good." He didn't want to answer any more questions.
"Anyway! The complex has a large touring aspect, but of course they don't tour the inner compound, since that's where all the illegal stuff goes on. Alright, here's the plan." Scott was interrupted by a buzz on his phone.
"One moment, everyone."
He looked at his phone, and saw that it was a call from Leo, his contact. He answered it quickly.
"Yeah Leo?"
"Hey Mr. Slade. I managed to make my way into their defense system. I only got read-only access right now, but I got all their patrols. I've update an animated 24 hour map with all movements and defenses. You should receive it... Now!"
Right on cue, Scott's laptop dinged.
"Right on as usual, thanks Leo. Let me know if you get any further."
"Will do. I got my contact to slip the stash into a crate right inside the storage room we planned. Leo Out."
Scott quickly switched from the presentation to the animated map Leo sent.
"All right, everyone. My contact accessed the enemy defense system, and tracked their patrols and defenses on this map."

Scott ran the plan through his head quickly, making sure it was solid.
(The plan is going to be a long post, and I need to go somewhere. Gimme a little while.)

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