Missions were never Noriko's favorite things. Especially when the girl was put as team leader. When it happened at school, she questioned authority, wanted to know why she was put in charge. Here, however, questioning authority would definitely get someone killed and she wasn't looking to get killed.
She also wasn't sure what to make of being sent
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It took a rather large leap of faith for Edison to turn his back on that door, guarded only by two people he'd barely met, trusting his life to their vigilance. He glanced at the young blue haired girl, the team leader, and briefly at the two men. Her youth didn't bother him, he was near the same age himself. But he couldn't help but wish he'd had more prep time.
With mayhem occuring at different places across the base, there wasn't time to be cautious, though. His assignment was cut and dried, if maddeningly non-specific. No idea if there was anything in particular in the reasearch section that Stryker was looking for, Edison pulled his gloves off in a quick smooth gesture and spread his fingers wide, reaching out to skim the surface of the nearest cabinets with sensitive fingertips.
Impressions crowded in immediately, jumbled and confusing. He lost all but peripheral awareness of the room as he worked to sort them out quickly.
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He could feel as some of the guards were taken down swiftly, their pain a brief flash in his mind before disappearing completely. Others who were not so lucky were lingering, a slow death in store for them. Ty numbed them to their agony as they died, a small mercy he could offer.
Suddenly, his ears picked up something coming towards him and Noriko. His head snapped sharply to the left, resembling a hound that had picked up a scent. He spoke calmly, not a hint of fear nor excitement in his voice. He knew how to fight, even if he couldn't see his opponent. "Surge, we've got several guards approaching us."
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She waited til she actually saw them before stepping out into the hall. Sending several well placed bolts of electricity at the men, she worked quickly. She hoped to knock them out before they could grab their guns or alert anyone else, her glowing blue eyes keeping watch for signs of just such a thing.
A brief glance at the meter on her gauntlet told her she was actually good to go for a while. Hopefully.
When what she hoped were the last of the guards was down, she turned to look at Ty.
"How we doing? Any more?" she asked, looking down the hall again.
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