The sirens were ear piercing now, and only growing louder, but he had what he needed. He wrapped it carefully in the plastic his ally had provided, and less-carefully stuffed it into the breast pocket of his jacket, making sure to button it closed. The sudden transition to the airlock, control room, and then parking lot below may have left anyone else disorientated, but he was just [i]tired[/i]. He bent over, hands on his knees, as he caught his breath. The break in, the same route he took to exit, had left him with energy in reserve to keep moving. The break out in the same way had seemed to rob him of those reserves. 

Still, he didn't exactly have time to rest, the sirens only a block or so away. He pushed on his knees, straightening himself, and then took off running. The moment he did, he caught sight of the first of what he assumed would be a number of vans entering the parking lot. He changed his route slightly so that he could earn another second or so before the van or it's occupants could bring their weapons to bear.

Just as the van pulled up to him, it's doors sliding open to reveal the squad of heavily armed soldiers, did he teleport again. Not far, just past the concrete and grass barrier that marked the edge of the parking lot, finding himself a few steps across the road. He continued running, stumbling a bit as his body protested against the sudden and excessive abuse. He didn't dare look back, giving himself three seconds to compose himself before he felt that they'd train their weapons on him again.

He didn't wait the full three seconds, finding himself sprinting on the sidewalk that had just been in front of him, headlong into the forest that marked the edge of city limits. Not that it meant much, those soldiers would follow him halfway across the globe if they had the ability too. He was more interested in using the cover that the forest offered to block their line of sight, and force them to disembark the vans, giving him the speed advantage.

He almost didn't notice the transition, stumbling into the clearing after catching his foot on a fallen tree branch. He made it a few more steps before collapsing entirely. Heaving for breath, he clawed the fabric around his mouth down to below his chin, and waited there, catching his breath, listening to the sirens.

Only then did he notice. There, weren't any sirens. He could still hear them blaring away in his mind but now that he listened it was only the echo of their memory. He stood, pulling the mask back up over his nose, and looked around. It was hard to see, when had it gotten so dark? He looked up. Stars? When had the stars come out? He'd attacked the facility in broad daylight, had he been running that long?Everything clicked, a theory taking place. He shifted position a few yards to his left and back, twirling on the spot, hand reaching behind him, under the jacket.

No one.

He twirled around a few times, hand on his weapon. Absolutely no one seemed to be around him. When he couldn't get the pieces to fit, he assumed he'd somehow been suspended in time for what looked like a few hours at the least. It would explain everything, he wouldn't notice the change of one moment to the next, while the world lived on without him. The soldiers giving up the search, or at least shutting off the sirens after his capture, the sun falling below the horizon as he sat unable to register the passing of time. But if he'd truly been captured like that. Where were his capturers? Where were the soldiers ready to haul him off to jail, surely the one who'd done this to him would be working for them. He peered into the treeline, maybe they had an ambush ready for him, but to what extent?

Then he noticed it, a building, looming in the distance, it's light barely visible behind the dense forest between him and it. He watched it for a moment, took one last look around, then walked for it, straightening his shirt and picking the grass and twigs from his clothes so that he'd be more presentable when he got there.