CHRIS

The phone dialed the number and rang ever onwards fo a good minute before the other end was picked up, for a moment there was silence, but in the background if someone were listening hard enough there could be a woman crying to be heard, "this must be Chris," the voice on the other end was not at all Carrie, "how's your night going, kid? If you say anything to anybody about this conversation, if you hang up, not only do I have 1... 2.. 3... about 10 or so guns trained on your lady friend, who I admit is pretty hot, but as of now there are a group of trained killers getting ready to a g to that rave. Know what that means, kiddo?"

ERIS

The Helicopter squad went from room to abandoned room on the topmost floors, tranquilizing any witnesses along the way, but there were actually very few on the first floor they encountered. On the next floor down they could start to hear the music, bass vibrating through the floor. "Remember, we don't know what to expect from Isabel, so switch to live rounds, and don't hold back," their superior explained through the radio transmission system they all wore, the soldier in the front nodded before starting to open the door that would lead into the two story rave...

NATHAN

He opened the door and immediately brought up his weapon to fire at a couple making out, watching them go down, the music was so loud that gunfire could barely be registered, but it was enough to be picked up by a certain female mutant who was all the way on the other side on the ground floor. The assault team continued to pump lead into soft tissue bodies as they looked for Isabel, sticking to the shadows in their dark outfits.

FRANK

"Frank Harding," one of the men said in his ear as the van started up, "if you want to be read your rights, you got the wrong guys," he said cryptically, but back in the gym, two men went back in, this time with guns and they could gunfire popping like popcorn, and then the two men walked out like nothing happened.

WALT

"I'd rather be in peanut butter anyways," Walter teased Mike as they reached the bar, "but in all seriousness, when your rich, problems just have a habit of disappearing," he said with some wavy hand motions. He rested his hand on her lower back as the bartender approached, "give us something top shelf, on the rocks and dirty for me," he ordered and slipped the man an easy hundred.