In moments, the scene in the basement of the old bar had changed from calm and subtle to an uproar of chaos. Right before her eyes, and to her relief, the eyes of her comrades, the same window which she had seen earlier that day had reappeared before Kennedy and her crew. At first the others stared at it as if she had done it herself, but she stood there with her jaw agape and her eyes wide. Arch threw a knife from a dark corner of the room. Figures, he always liked to stay out of site. Kennedy moved around the portal, and the same image could be seen from all angles. In it appeared to be a couple guys roughing up a man who was obviously in awful condition to defend himself. Before she knew it, Val had grabbed one of the men and... what the hell? Did he... PULL the man into their world? Things escalated from there, and soon bullets were flying and vigors being thrown. Kennedy reached to her side and pulled her Hand Cannon to her chest with one had while the other grew black and crystalline as she readied up her Shock Jockey. Before she could send either bullet or vigor through the window, she saw the man lying on the floor through the tear and a guard getting ready to give him a blow to the head with his baton. Her gut instinct took over and Kennedy stood, rushing towards the portal with chaos erupting around her. Without thinking, she ran through the window towards the guard. To her surprise, her feet hit the cold concrete ground of the prison. She quickly regained herself, as the guard had noticed her sudden appearance and began to make his way towards her. Kennedy lifted her gun and sent one single bullet into the man's skull. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ Samuel quickly discovered that his exhausted efforts had paid off, because a ruckus had begun and he felt one of the guards that was holding him get pulled backwards. He scrambled on the ground as the guard was distracted, but didn't make it far. He was cut down, beaten with a nightstick and about to receive the final blow when the guard suddenly shifted his attention before falling to the floor in a pile of his own blood. Brain matter and blood splattered across Sam's face, and he looked up to see the woman he was hoping to find standing before him with her gun drawn in front of her. He didn't really know what to expect, he didn't know anything about this woman other than she had heard his first message. What amazing luck he had that she was actually a badass with a gun and a killer shot. He locked eyes with the woman and quickly looked behind him. The hallway was clear, all the way to the elevator which would lead him up to the 'surface' (if you could even call it that.) He stood as quickly as his crippled body would allow and took off down the hallway, knowing that the coast wouldn't be clear for long, especially not with the gunshots ringing through the place. His mind lingered only for a second to the other tortured souls that lay in the cages behind him, but he did not falter long, and so he pushed forward. Behind him, he could hear the footsteps of the woman echoing as she followed in stride with him.