[h2]Alessa Heather: PRT Headquarters[/h2]
Alessa couldn't help but feel everyone's bad mood as she spoke. Elliot and Ira both seemed a bit put off by her as she spoke- and who could blame them, she realised, when she was talking like a business leader rather than a friend?- Tulpa was clearly brooding, and Dean's muttered insult toward Elliot hardly passed her by. A meaningful glance was shot at him, ideally as a reminder of his new position, before she took a deep breath, trying to put herself back into the more emotional state she and her companions would rather she be in.

'I'm, uh, sorry if I'm being a bit formal, at the moment, guys,' she offered, smiling as best she could. 'I think everyone's still trying to process... th-this wasn't anybody's fault, alright? We were blindsided, and I don't think any of us could have predicted what happened...'

And then a wave of emotion hit her like a punch to the heart, and she keeled forward a little bit as her face twisted and tears threatened to flood her eyes, the weight of the day's events reaching her all over again. That, she figured through the emotion, was probably why she was trying to remain formal. For a moment, all she could utter was 'Oh God' through her hands at the surge of horror. Collin was practically dead. For all the good it did, he [i]was[/i] dead. Was this the after-effect of shock? She didn't know, she wasn't medically trained. Maybe if she was, maybe if...

'I-I'm sorry,' she got out, sitting up straight again and blinking back the tears. 'I'm okay. I'm okay.'

She was not okay. Her vision blurred all over again.

'I'm not okay. None of this is okay. I shouldn't be in this chair, I sh-should be next to him, I- I shouldn't- I shouldn't-'

Alessa forced herself to hunch over and gulp down air just to stop herself from breaking down entirely. The half-sobs degraded into mere shuddering breaths, and she closed her eyes to breathe more deeply, to compose herself, to make sure she could continue without further upsetting anybody else. That would simply be too much, if she was responsible for somebody else's collapse into as much of a mess as she felt.

'...yeah. Yeah, that... yeah,' she stated, wiping her eyes and trying not to break down again, trying and failing to keep her voice level. 'Alright, let's, um... as-as Dean said, Elliot could potentially hold anything we're not using, particularly Ira's gadgets... uh, Ira-' She gestured toward the sixteen-year-old. 'I'll be happy t-to compare and contrast, if you could s-set everything up... please...' Having said that, Alessa created a thin beam of red light from her finger, about the brightness of a laser pointer, and certainly not powerful enough to damage anything, though as with the usual warnings she aimed it down at the table rather than towards anyone's face.

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[h2]Raymond Haywood: Highway Robbery[/h2]
Well, that went swimmingly. Who knew shooting out the engines of vehicles moving at 60 or 70 miles an hour could cause a major traffic incident? Apparently, nobody in the Jacks, himself included, and what a fool he was to forget that that could be an option. At least for the time being, however, no Capes had emerged from the wrecked vehicles. But, that aside, it was time to move downhill. He put the safety back on the IWS, reholstered it in the sheath on his back, and began his slide down the hill to his M16. Once there, he grabbed the weapon, returned to a suitable firing position, and scoped in, the world going silent again as he did so.

[i]Arsenal is giving large quantities of cover fire. Love Craft is tanking a lot of hits. Sofia has moved back over to Chatterbox. Good thing about perfect aim: no possibility of taking a lethal shot with regular bullets.[/i]

[i]Possible options: man in open, man behind median. Two men in cover, will target them in a moment. Target man behind median first. Best option to disable firing ability: elbow, right arm. Clip the bones and ligaments in that area, fracture bones and tear ligaments without damaging major blood vessels, avoid hitting center of mass. Shoot.[/i]

[i]Next, man in open. Again, target the elbow of the right arm. Clip bones and ligaments, fracture bones and destroy ligaments without major blood vessel damage, avoid center of mass. Shoot.[/i]

And at this point, a second after firing the second shot from his weapon, he scoped out to regain hearing and glance around, just to make sure nobody was nearby. Besides, attempting to target the men in cover immediately would likely produce suboptimal results, namely possible bone damage and a bullet that would take at least a minute to strike. He'd wait until they were out of cover before disabling their firing ability. As for the other two, well, every trained person knew not to fire a gun one-handed, especially not an automatic weapon.