Ryder kept the gun trained on Scott. Even as he made it clear he wasn't armed with a gun of some sort, she held it there firmly intent on laying him out. She was tempted to probe the man's mind for some indication of what he was planning. But that strange psychic echo she detected before now was an unknown- It could've been him for all she knew, meaning he could be a psychic and know she was about to read his thoughts. That was a curveball that Ryder [i]seriously[/i] did not need at this phase of her master plan. 

[color=00ffff]"I don't give a shit what you feel like doing, Shades. I've been thinking this through for longer than you realize, and you're not stopping me now."[/color]

[i]Fuck him,[/i] she thought. He didn't mean anything in all this. And so Ryder pulled the trigger, multiple times to unload a total of three shots into the man's chest. Two would hit his ribs, one would deflect off his collarbone, but nothing vital would be at risk. Umbra Biogenetics used hollow point ammunition as standard issue in their armory. It would be damn near impossible to kill someone with the weapon Ryder had, but it would definitely hurt like a bitch. 

Ryder didn't think to check if the guy would actually stand back up. Why would he? Instead, she turned and stared down the rather high steel-reinforced electronic gate. She held out a hand and made a motion as if she were crushing a tin can, and the door wrenched open automatically. Sparks flew off the security booth's console as she walked by, and hydraulics whined under the pressure of her power. Why does a scientific facility need such heavy security? Because they've been keeping her in the basement. 

[color=00ffff]"I'm fucking free."[/color]

She ran and didn't look back.