“My God. . .” Silvertongue’s voice down the link was breathy and hoarse, the voice of someone who had seen something horrible. Volt was certain he wasn’t going to want to hear what was going on in the prison. 

“Tell me,” he commanded softly, still making his way swiftly down the corridor, towards were he had heard the scream. 

“It’s really not good Blondie,” Szymon said after a short pause. He sounded shaken. “Apogee is just ahead of you, she was fighting some inmates but now some cryokinetic has her on the ropes, I dunno how long she can last. But the rest of the place is a charnel house! There’s a group of guards in the armoury, besieged by inmates, but they can only hold out so long, and some walking fireball headed for the medical bay, and that isn’t even starting on the running battles through the halls. Jesus, and that’s just what I can see from here, Lord knows what else is happening.” Well, none of that sounded particularly good. If Volt got outta here the first thing he was gonna do was kick the architect of this ‘inescapable prison’ squarely in the nuts. 

“Righto then,” he replied, picking up the pace as he tore through the halls. “First things first, save the damsel. Ah’m good at that. See if ye cannae get in contact with any of tha other League worthies while Ah‘m busy, keep em’ appraised of what’s going on. Divide labour, save lives.” Silvertongue didn’t even question Volt this time, or abuse him for his lack of computer sense, he just got down to trying to contact the other League members on the scene. If any other member was wearing a headpiece or headset Szymon would contact them and direct them to wherever their strength was needed most. 

Volt had cleared the corner now, Apogee turning blue in front of his very eyes, Frost too busy with his latest conquest to even notice the Lighting-Slinger’s appearance. [I]Big mistake Frosty, ma boy! Never turn yer back on Highlander![/I] The Scotsman didn’t break his stride, instead sprinting towards the Cryo villain. 

“This sure is becoming one hell of’a reunion, first Boomer now ye Frosty!” He cried as he sped forwards, long legs seeing him speed forwards. Now I think it’s been mentioned before that Volt is tall lad, 6’4” in total. Stands to reason that a fella his size would also have big feet, size thirteen’s to be exact. His plan was to introduce Frost to his size thirteen boots, forcefully. His momentum, plus his meta human hardiness and a touch of electrical goodness would all equal one very bad day for the villain. 

Volt leapt feet first at Frost, blue lightning arcing from his lower body as he flew. [I]If he dodges this ah’m gonna look mighty stupid.[/I]