Let's go save Captain Stick-Up-My-Ass - open to those saving Sykes

[hunt_the_devil]

What was really meant by the term extraction when referring to John was teleportation. He was their way into the camp once they were on the perimeter, as well as a scout for that matter, and with only a few hundred yards to go to the fencing it was easy to feel the team getting themselves all psyched up and prepared.

The undergrowth was thick enough

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"So that was her handwritin' on the list. It's my fault you're hurt. I warned him to back off, and I think he did it just to spite me. I'm sorry."

While her head told her repeatedly that it was Jack's fault he got hurt, she couldn't help the guilt that was starting to manifest in her gut. Lately, it felt like that was the only emotion she was feeling - guilt for attacking Sykes, guilt for not protecting Spencer, guilt for getting Pyro shot. He wasn't a bad kid. He didn't deserve this just because of what he was.

And the more she thought about it, the more her guilt turned into anger, and the more it pressed back at the walls keeping it all at bay. Curling her fingers into tightly-balled fists, she took a moment to just breathe because she needed control. If she got too worked up, she'd only hurt Pyro if she touched him.

"No. He's not. They're workin' on it, though. It'll be over soon." How much she believed that was up for debate.

"...I could give you somethin' for the pain, but I don't know if that's a bright idea right now." An injured pyrokinetic on morphine in the middle of a warzone? What could possibly go wrong there?

[codenamepyro]

Pyro was sure that Mac would've written everyone's name on that sheet if she could've gotten away with it. Hell, she'd have been here herself. It wasn't really like Pyro was in the blame game, but with Mac, later, he'd play the card to his advantage. Because she'd feel a little bad overall. "'s just Jack bein' Jack. Done it before, done it 'gain. 's just what he does."

Fuck, how many did that make? Killed Evan -maybe, no one knew what killed Evan, Pyro or Jack, but it was Jack's fault that it had become what it had. He'd killed Talia the acid girl and El too. Fuck knew who else he'd killed since he'd been on the team, members came and went. Pyro only hoped that some of them; Allison, Manuel, Kurt, Jemaine, maybe they at least walked away. Or ran.

He just mumbled his assent to the hope that Sykes was out soon. Ethan Sykes was not Pyro's favourite person, but that hardly mattered. The man had done rather a lot when it came to Pyro's self-control and in that building Pyro's control over his power. They'd knocked heads, sure, but that didn't mean St John didn't have some respect for the guy. He'd just never voice it.

"No, no drugs. Can't." As far as a patient went, Pyro wasn't the easiest. Certain medications caused his powers to flare, or his heart-rate to spike, or his blood pressure to drop. And then there was the fact that anything that altered his awareness could alter his control and with the fires raging around them it was just a bad plan. "Might end up killin' everyone on meds."

Which meant he'd just need to deal with the pain, and the bleeding. "Y' should go help distract."

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"Yeah, well, that doesn't excuse his actions. Mutant hunter or not, he needs to learn where to draw the line. Because one of these days? He'll piss off the wrong mutant and get himself killed." The fact that she might be one of said mutants was going unsaid for now, but if Pyro really paid attention, he'd hear the implication in her tone.

Haylie knew that the radios were supposed to be for emergency contact only, but she was getting antsy. Pyro needed medical attention yesterday and Haylie was starting to feel somewhat light-headed from blood loss herself. At least her wound had been a clean through-and-through in the bicep. The angle at which the exit wound was situated indicated that the bullet essentially bounced off the side of her humerus, exiting through the top of her arm. Whether it managed to chip or even fracture her bone was up for debate and she wouldn't get a clear idea without an X-Ray or just putting pressure on it.

"Understandable. I'd do the same thing if I was drugged. Just try and focus on your breathing. My radio is going to be on channel five if you need me. It'll be a different channel than the one everyone else is on so Hendley won't be able to listen in." Shifting on the branch so she could move to the next tree, she paused and looked back over her shoulder at Pyro. "I'll be back soon t'check on you."

Another pause.

"Got a lighter I can borrow?"

[codenamepyro]

There were plenty of mutants that would like to kill Hendley, plenty that he'd tried to kill and would happily melt his face off. But that time wasn't now, and as much as Pyro would love to do it, he wasn't quite at the 'kill or be killed' point so much as the 'slowly bleeding out' point. Thoughts of killing Hendley would have to wait.

"Channel five?" He wasn't too sure what that meant right then, but after a minute or so it clicked and he remembered the radios could work on different channels, "Right, five. Okay." So, focus on his breathing, keep himself from letting the fires run into each other and magnify even more, don't die. Sorted.

A lighter? She wanted one of his lighters? He had to actually think about that before nodding slightly, "In m' pocket." In his right pocket there were three, in his left five. If she wanted matches they were in his shoes but he wasn't about to give her his zippo, which...fuck, he'd dropped when he'd gotten shot. "Shit, m' favourites out on the fucking grass." And had he been able to, he'd have sat up in shock -and probably fallen out the tree.

They're Pinky and the Brain. Yes, Pinky and the Brain. One is a genius~

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"I promise to try and bring it back unharmed. No guarantees, because it depends on if this works like I think it will." Turns out that those Physics and Chemistry classes in high school and college weren't such a bad idea after all. And she was going to make a mental note to thank her sister for making her watch all those episodes of Mythbusters when she got a chance.

Reaching into his left pocket, she palmed a lighter and paused, noting the look on his face when he realized his zippo was gone. Poor kid. "I'll be back, I promise."

And with that, she was back to leaping from tree to tree like some kind of deranged monkey. Being the kind of person she was that lacked self-preservation in the course of protecting and giving to others - which her parents attributed to a deep-rooted sense of penance for the lives she'd taken and harmed - she decided to make her way back to where they'd been shot.

Taking her sidearm out, she held the lighter below it and fired off a shot, igniting the lighter at the same time, which created an explosive burst of flame. Dropping the gun into her holster, she focused her power to her hand to move just enough of the molecules in the air to grow the flame and make it look like it was Pyro's doing. She aimed the fire as far away from Pyro as she could, if only to lead Jack in the wrong direction. It also helped that the fire was hardly under control when it lit up a few trees - since logically his powers would be erratic anyway due to having been shot.

With that plan in motion, she launched the ball of fire completely away and took off sprinting to where the bandages and his zippo were laying in the grass.

Was it a stupid move? Yes. Did she care?

...not really.

and the other's insane~ but which is which?

[codenamepyro]

For the most part, Pyro was pretty good at staying put. If he didn't shift too much, his side didn't hurt and if his side didn't hurt, he wouldn't start coughing. It was a good enough reason to sit still and focus on his breathing like suggested. Although he got distracted a few times by the flares in fire and power around him.

Each time he felt a new source of possible flame kick up, he struggled to not call it towards him. He was used to playing with his powers, to just toying with the ability now and then, keeping himself trained with it. The slightest spark of ignition could flare his powers up.

He was aching from the gunshot, his hands were mildly toasted from the earlier activities -he'd burned his fire hotter than usual, he'd pushed the flames a little more, it caused the skin to tingle and singe just a little. The pain was enough to keep him mostly conscious, although he drifted from awareness regularly. The most he could really hope for was that Haylie got done whatever she was getting done, Jack stayed wherever he was -or got killed, Pyro wouldn't mind that too much at all, and that the extraction team got Sykes out and quick.

Otherwise he was going to drift off and probably fall out of the tree. He didn't need another concussion this week.

[hunt_the_devil]

It was some time later, not that long really in the scheme of things but long enough before John contacted the others to tell them that they had the Captain and were heading back to the meet point. If anyone needed a lift they were to radio him back and he'd go teleport there to retrieve them.

Ladies and Gentlemen I think that is what you call a successful mission... kinda... if you ignore Pyro being shot and Hendley going bat shit crazy. Ahem.

Mission Complete.