Drake's power was a little more complicated than Izzy's own, it seemed, but that made it fun to hear about. She nodded in understanding, and was about to ask why he had described it as 'broken,' but stopped when Cathryn introduced herself as the Pirate Queen. Izzy stared at the woman for a moment, certain she recognized her in some way.

Her thoughts were interrupted by the abrupt reappearance of the Director. He turned on a projector, showing footage of a meta-human.

As the Director spoke, Izzy stared at the footage, in muted shock. This man, The Immortal, had the power to be a proper super-hero, straight out of a comic book, and yet... he was doing [i]this.[/i]

And she would have to fight him. Izzy had little experience in general, and even less when it came to meta-humans. The most she had ever gone up against were metas with C-list abilities.

Her heart-rate increased as she picked herself up out of her chair, a little unsteady at first. As she followed Michelle to the Armory, she kept reminding herself that she couldn't die, that she had nothing to fear. Over and over and over.

[i]No... fear,[/i] the voice croaked out.

Izzy was unsure about what she should grab, considering how little she knew about The Immortal. A SIG Sauer P226 pistol was a decent idea, as it was the firearm she was most comfortable with. It likely wouldn't do much against her enemy, but she couldn't [i]not[/i] take a gun. A combat knife she could take. Even if she didn't use it, it was light enough to justify.

And grenades. The only thing she thought might be able to damage the meta and that she felt she had enough training with to use. She threw on the smallest, thinnest combat vest she could find, and filled it's pockets with fragmentation, stun, and concussive grenades, along with a few extra clips for her pistol.

Jogging after the others of her new team, she focused on keeping herself as calm as possible. She regarded Ray with a nervous, but determined look, and nodded as firmly as she could manage, to tell him that she was ready. 

A blink later, Izzy found herself in the plant, disorientated after the sudden, drastic change in surroundings. Eyes wide and teeth grinding, she took a second to ground herself, spotting the others of MetaOps who had already been teleported here. Her first instinct was to run towards them, as both Revel and Widowmaker appeared to know what they were doing.

Before she could act on that, however, she noticed the floating Immortal, who did not seem to care in the slightest that several meta-humans had just appeared to challenge him. A pink wall suddenly obstructed the course he was currently set on, created by Alex. He turned to the robe-clad man. The Immortal's words were cryptic and foreboding, but Izzy quickly disregarded it all after he finished on a threat directed towards Alex.

The tank conjured up by Alex took her by surprise, but at this point, she chose not to think about it too much. She had to do the only thing she could. Distract. 

The girl fumbled with a pouch, pulling out a stun grenade and tossing away the pin. "Look away!" she yelled in the loudest voice she could muster while lobbing it at The Immortal's feet, the timing such that it would detonate a moment after Alex's cannon-shot hit.

Izzy turned and ran further away from the group, heart pounding in her ears, trying to split the enemy's attention. She hoped he'd go after her, the easy, lone target, giving everyone else a little more time to do... whatever they could do.