[IC] Crisis: Mars! [Full unless you're Brilliant]

[twave]

Edith had held her tongue since the others seemed to have some pretty decent questions on their mind. The woman herself didn't trust this person and her folded arms and slight glare said as much. "Since you're pulling strings what do you suggest we do in the mean time? I doubt many of us can get far above ground without getting spotted." It was a fair point. She herself had been observed for several weeks and they knew what to look for. There was a chance she could reach out but there was no telling if any of her old contacts were still around, much less alive. Speaking of which she was a little curious if there was still anyone that was onboard with her old cause. Not that she wanted to start that up again per se but it would be an interesting thing to know.

[Sep]

The image from the Watcher disappeared, and another map appeared. "There is a small U.S.F research outpost beyond the wall. It is being set up to research metas, powered people whatever name we're going with. The good Doctor will be going straight there so you can be guaranteed that whatever information the U.S.F currently holds on your condition, and any specialized equipment, will be stored there. The fact it is beyond the wall is beneficial to each of you, as it will not be heavily defended if you can get yourselves there-" There were claxons closer now. "For now, with this night curfew you better get inside until morning. It won't be very beneficial if I have to plan a prison escape all over again."

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"CC?" The general turned to the holographic interface. "Yes General?""Anything so far?""Nothing in the mid rim of the city, expanding search deeper into the industrial district."

He nodded. "Send additional hunter units and X4 units to the mid-rim to prevent them crossing back into the main population.""Yes sir."

[Peaceless]

Chris appeared lost in thought while Edith was interrogating the watcher. Tiberius Smith... that name was as familiar as some of the references in his thesis, which means he knew them by heart once, then removed them from his memory when done. Ah yes - the guy actually was a reference in his thesis!

The young man steepled his fingers with an air of smugness. This new information was slowly becoming a very interesting conspiracy theory, but as with all such theories, needed to be conveyed with clarity in order to survive. He almost appeared to be silently talking with himself, trying out different approaches in his mind while his hands articulated the appropriate gestures for these imaginary conversations.

His attention snapped back when the Watcher mentioned the research facility being beyond the wall. "I'm not tired." he offered, the monotone hiding his eagerness slightly. "We should find a way to spy on their security scheme, to save time, even if we need to wait for Smith's arrival before breaking in."

It all looked very obvious to him now - the idea behind this anomaly outbreak, the plan, and where it will definitely go wrong.

[twave]

It sounded like a plan. How good of a plan she was not sure. They had to get there first and they couldn't count of Cassie all the time for that. Edith herself still didn't quite understand her ability. Things just seemed to speed up and slow down at times. Considering that the authorities were scrambling around and having to bring people in suggested that they were not responsible for the rise of powered people. At least not intentionally. "He's right, we need to get back. We'll talk again." Before the others could protest she closed communications and started heading back to her hideout.

Moving quietly was important while out right now, so she told everyone to keep it down until they were back. The hum of the area around was good for masking their talking once back. By now Edith was rather tired and could use some sleep It had been a long day. Dragging another mat out she plopped it down for one of the others. "We should all get some rest. Whoever wants this can use it. I'll sleep of the ground."

[Peaceless]

"I think I'll take a look around." Chris said, absentmindedly. He really wasn't tired, and the conversation with the Watcher made him feel safer and more confident. Local anomaly expert? Ha!

There was also the question of his powers. He used to study them everyday, but now had to jury-rig all the equipment he would usually use. So he helped himself to Edith's drawers, somehow forgetting they may be trapped or filled with women's underwear. Most of the junk she had collected actually looked useful, and his mood kept getting better.