[b]SONJA[/b]

The last battles in the courtyard began to wind down, as the superheroes, CPD, and National Guardsmen routed their foes. The battle was far from over, though- the prison buildings were for the most part still occupied. They would be tough nuts to crack, for sure, with plenty of blind corners and dark shadows. Plenty of inmates still ran loose. Not to mention the necromancer. While many of the other heroes shrugged at the mention of a necromancer, Sonja knew how truly dangerous that particular kind of magic could be. They needed to stay on guard.

Sonja spied a familiar uniform amidst the crowd and practically ran up to Hot Rod, still conversing with one of the creatures she had met in Destiny's lab. "Ryker! Thank God you're alright!" Having only met Light an hour or two previously, Sonja could barely pant out a "Good to see you" before rushing headlong into planning. "Listen, this ain't over. We've got to get into the buildings, I think Hi-Voltage and Apogee got one of them. Are you listening to this new voice, whoever it is? Situation doesn't sound great." She concentrated on the mysterious British-accented voice coming over her headset. "We've got some kind of pyrokinetic headed for the infirmary. I think we should get on that, guys. Let's move!" she said, already taking off for the infirmary. Hopefully Hot Rod and Light would follow- she knew how to work with Ryker and Light seemed pretty damn useful to have around.

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[b]SIXGUN[/b]

Ben knew that up the hill he could still be seen by the Outfit's men. Especially the Witchfinder, with the scope on his high-powered rifle. He was the one to worry about. So he had to make this look good.

Looking into some far-off shadow, Ben forced what he hoped would be interpreted as a look of complete and utter surprise and shock onto his face, as though something horrible lurked just out of sight. Maybe he even went pale, he didn't know. Instead he raised his revolver and fired twice into that far-off shadow.

If he had played his cards right, Chunk would take those shots as the signal to burst into the lab. But instead of a two-pronged assault, there'd just be Chunk coming in through the back- an easy target for the gunmen waiting inside, just the Irishman perfectly outlined against the open door.