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[icecoldwit]

The power went out and Emma knew instantly that it shouldn't have happened. Unless Bradley or Richards were messing around. And even then, the camp was powered on three different generators, not to mention the back ups. Emma wasn't taking chances. Slipping from behind her desk, she went to Syke's office first, seeing if she wasn't the only one

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[movetheearth]

Ric's checking the ammo left in the guns that he's taken from the fallen operatives that he's crossed as sneaks his way across the camp. Jefferson Hall is a wreck, one of the walls has a gaping hole and it sounds like someone smashed their way through one of the floors so slipping out was fairly easy.

Made even more so when Ric had come across a dead operative and stripped him of his clothing. This way Ric can blend in with the other operatives and listen in on their earpieces, fed information on what is going on but he knows his cover won't last for long with the way things are going. Ric keeps the helmet off, tucked under his arm as he sticks to the shadows but not taking as much caution as he really should.

Rounding the corner Ric is heading towards the Offices to see if he can find out where Emma is and maybe Captain Sykes. At least get some sense of what is going on around here.

[icecoldwit]

The footsteps weren't as quiet as the previous ones, and Emma was hoping that at the very least it wasn't another soldier with a scrambler. He rounded the corner and the first thing Emma noted was that he was alone, the second being no scrambler. She hit out with a bolt before the third thing -his face- registered, and then she pulled back.

"Shit," it was a small burst, probably only enough to cause a mild burst of pain and then minor discomfort for a few hours. But still, "Rictor what the hell are you wearing?"

She wasn't exactly in the mood to ask questions and then attack, if anything attacking first was possibly going to save lives. She doubted that Ric would hold it against her.

[movetheearth]

Ric glances up at he steps around the corner of the building to be confronted by a blood covered blonde woman who - MOTHERFUCKER! - Ric clutches at his head and tilts, shoulder grazing against the wall as he blinks rapidly against the mild burst of pain that errupts behind his eyeballs like a migraine mixed with a healthy dose of a swift kick to the head. The pounding resides and leaves Ric with a dull ache but he still raises the gun until he recognises the voice.

"Emma? Pinche puta! What the hell was that?" He ignores her question, lowering his weapon and rubbing at his eyes with the back of his hands like a toddler. The residual after effects still linger, like a headache that won't budge but it's better than the sharp, searing pain from before. "What the hell happened to you?!"

[icecoldwit]

Crossing the distance, she's mostly worried about making sure she didn't actually hurt him beyond the small mind pain. She doubts she's done anything serious, but it doesn't hurt to check, "What? Nothing." Until she remembers that actually, something had happened, "Oh, that. Soldiers, in the building. Not a problem now."

Even without her psychic powers there was a measure of defence and offence to her secondary ability. She might not use it as much, but sometimes she relied on it a lot more than she should. "Now, why exactly are you playing dress up, skulking around and getting psi-blasted?"

[time_schizo]

Amidst all the chaos that had enveloped the camp, there was one figure who had neither panicked nor fought back. Instead, Martini had slowly and calmly ambled his way across the camp from where he had snuck out for a late night stroll. Any operative unlucky enough to try and stop him found themselves, in a word, fucked.

By the time he had made it to where Emma was, he'd racked up quite the unintentional body count. If only he'd been more concerned about what was going on, he could have ended the entire battle very quickly and decisively. Martini was humming a little tune with nonsense words over and over. "Tum tee tum, tee ta, tee tum." His calm wasn't so much comical as eerie.

Brushing off some dust that had accumulated from the last few soldiers he had time-phased out of existence, he nodded to Emma, smiling his easy and oblivious to reality grin. "Most unusual weather we are having, ain't it? I don't suppose you know where Ric has gotten to, do you? He is both here and there, but I am not there yet."

[icecoldwit]

Emma wasn't sure if she had the patience to cope with Martini right then. His power was just so consuming that it took a lot to deal with him; through little fault of his own -mostly his ignorant parents, and wasn't that always the case. Sighing, Emma did her best, "It's an invasion, Martini, dear. The strange weather." Only he would quote the Wizard of Oz at her right then.

"Rictor is," it took her a moment, letting her mind reach out to the Mexican and his position, seeing how he was, "he's around, he's fine though." For the most part.

Rictor, and many others, didn't have the luxury of obliviousness that Martini seemed to have. "You didn't happen across the Captain on your travels, did you?" At the very least, she didn't really need to worry about Martini getting himself killed, not if he was completely untouched from wandering...from wherever he'd been.

[time_schizo]

"Well, that explains why they aren't acting very nice to me." At least he was sill lucid enough to hold a conversation with. He brightened up when Emma told him Ric was alright. He had been so very worried about him and even more worried about what he might do to everyone else if his boyfriend got hurt.

"Sykes? Umm..." He had the feeling he was supposed to know the answer to this question. A thoughtful expression came over his face. In his own way, he had seen the Captain or at least knew what had happened to him. He just wasn't sure it would translate, the way his mind associated names and things. "There's light enough for what they've got to do." The soldiers had come and taken him away. "There ain't a stauncher-hearted gal going, or they'd have cut her throat." They wanted to take Emma as well, but they had failed. "Three sunrises, three sunsets. Three days. This is your last chance, Fagin" The team would need to get send a team to get him back.

[icecoldwit]

Oh, she definitely wasn't working that one out right then. She just had to nod at him slightly. "Well then," what could she say to that, the helpful little riddle she had to work out now, "thank you."

It looked like she was finding him on her own, and if she couldn't, well, she had a brilliant memory, she'd work out the riddle later. Until then, "Martini, I need to ask you to do something." His powers meant he was possibly the least likely to get himself injured or worse. His capabilities mixed with his mental disorders just made him that little bit more dangerous for everyone else. "Can you go back to the barracks, help get rid of these intruders? They'll likely be trying to kill or capture."

Emma couldn't possibly help everyone that needed it and find out where these men were coming from and what they wanted, nor could she rightly do it without risk to herself; but Martini, well. Maybe he could.