Ender was about to ask how he was to deliver the turret to Karen's desired location when he caught a shimmer of light out of his peripheral vision. He leaned back from behind the shelves and peered through the window of the adjacent building; in it were a number of TVs with their displays encompassed by a blinking blue arrow against a white backdrop. The boy didn't need the prior knowledge that it fit Karen's color scheme to grasp the implicit meaning. A faint smile permeated his quizzical expression. His classmates really were wonders. He parted with the pane of glass and returned to his comrade, determination brewing behind his cerulean irises. [color=#007BA7]"Alright,"[/color] His flattened hand rested on the turret's surface, taking in every plastic nook of the makeshift device. [color=#007BA7]"The heroes are probably being released right as we speak. Best get a move on before they home in on our locations. I'll see you at the drop-off point."[/color] With an uncharacteristically earnest nod that betrayed his stereotypical bubbly manner, Ender swept the turret off its "feet" and levitated it with his Quirk. Without any visible intervention on the physical plane Karen's weapon shadowed the technophile, who was already mitigating quite the load with that cannon on his back. [color=#007BA7]"Need any help just give me a text or radio in. Don't worry about that EMP, you'll be out of the vicinity as long as we contain the charge elements."[/color] He left as parting words as he stepped out of the store, the same chime from earlier reverberating once again.
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Ender's petite form darted from one street corner to another like an over-caffeinated bunny. The pseudo-villain would occasionally come to a halt to observe his surroundings and keep a keen eye out for a dark blue arrow. From time to time Karen had to improvise by employing the random car alarm or stoplight. The brief stops also gave him the chance to catch his breath, after all, he wasn't exactly the most fit person out there. He was close- and it wasn't just a hunch. That oh so unique energy signature was impossible to forget. It practically screamed [i]Notice me![/i] to all who were gifted with the capacity to do so. Ender evidently being one of them. Must've been her clone, or perhaps she had fully navigated her way through the intricate power grid. The target building was a plausible structure to defend. [color=#007BA7]"Good taste."[/color] He murmured along with a prayer as he entered the complex and began to scale the stairwell, paying careful attention to the turret. The boy couldn't even imagine how much of a mouth... [i]text-ful[/i] he would receive if the weapon didn't make it to its destination one piece. 

[color=#007BA7]"This is Ender, dropping off Karen's turret now. Garen, once I'm done here, let's meet up and achieve a power level of over 9000."[/color] The boy entered an open room, save for the clone. With just a thought the turret glided forward and gently descended next to the clone.