[ [color=#06A0B8]Flynn[/color] ]

When the dog started growling, Flynn narrowed her eyes, suddenly alert. Her fingers cracked with electricity as the tension built, and she was struggling to see or hear or smell anything--something was preventing her and the others from using their senses to their full ability. Then there was yelling and--what was happening? It was too dark. The crackling in her hands grew louder as her hands moved closed together; she was putting more power into the electricity she controlled, hoping to light up the room, but the stronger it got, the more deadly and more difficult to control it was. Lightning was unpredictable, and even when she made it as big as she felt comfortable doing, it barely lit the dark. [color=#06A0B8]"What's going on?!"[/color] she shouted as Blake yelled. 

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[ [color=lightpink]KB[/color] ]

[color=lightpink]"Shit,"[/color]  KB muttered, pulling his gun. [color=lightpink]"We need to leave, [i]now[/i]!"[/color]  he snapped so everyone could hear. If the half breeds--their muscle--couldn't even deal with this threat, there was no way they were going to be able to. This  was supposed to be an investigative start to the whole mission--now they may have already lost an agent, based on Blake's yelling. If anything, the halfdemon sounded genuine, which surprised KB. Still, there was nothing they could do in this...[i]advanced darkness[/i]. So, he started retracing his steps toward the exit, assuming everyone else was following suit. Their funeral if not.