[h3][center][color=9db0ee]Scourge
Bank Alley[/color][/center][/h3]
A warm breeze blew past Scourge as he looked up and down the alley. All breezes were warm with him around after all.  He nodded at Chroma's intel, glancing back at Spencer with an annoyed look. He hadn't planned on stripping, nor was there going to be a date to begin with if she took the 'even if you're a criminal you can leave now you're not the top of our priorities list' vibe that was clearly being given off. Then again maybe she was a rogue who wanted to help. Or, the worst possibility, a fan girl.

[b][color=5db0ee]"Run! There are criminals nearby, and you will only get in the way."[/color][/b] As he spoke, his flames peeled away from his mouth, making sure the heat didn't distort the words. He gave a quick look around and noticed the wall where Drho had escaped through, and jogged over to it. He sidled through it as the proportion were slightly off, his flames quelling so as to not damage the building.

Scourge didn't glance back and continued his pursuit of Drho, but upon reaching the other side of the last wall he found no van. [b][color=5db0ee]"Shit. Van has left perimeter. Scarlett, report?"[/color][/b] He spoke into his comms, his voice tense. She replied almost immediately with an all clear, and a inquiry about getting higher ground. Scourge confirmed the request, and started jogging out to the nearest actual street to look for the van, and saw it retreating into the distance eastward bound.

[b][color=5db0ee]"Van spotted heading east on West Adam St."[/color][/b] He said into his comms, before stopping and looking around. [b][color=5db0ee]"Wait. Where is our backup?"[/color][/b] He said, suddenly concerned.

[b][color=fdecb6]"Back up will be arriving momentarily. Situation on south side of city delayed forces."[/color][/b]

[b][color=5db0ee]"That's way too convenient. Precog among enemy forces?"[/color][/b] Scourge asked, directing the question towards Chroma.

[center][color=yellow][h3]Blackout
In a Fleeing Van[/h3][/color][/center]
Serephina had started yelling at Blackout, and a stifled sigh was let out. It brought him back to the world of not reliving his trigger event, which was a relief. Regardless it was like being thrown out of burning hot water and into ice cold water. Or starting to drown after being dehydrated. She was being unpleasant was the point.

Before Blackout could tell her to be quite though Drho intervened. The man stepped into the van, and defended Blackout without being too rude. He had to smile, and he turned over to nod his thanks. Seth, who was just outside the van still, threw a small earpiece to Nightfall, and smiled warmly. [color=gray]"We'll be in touch."[/color] He said simply,before turning to follow Drho into the van.

[color=gray]"Blackout strip. That blue paint will fuck everyone up if you don't. Serephina. . . You can wait until no one's around if you care.[/color] Seth said, carefully stepping over Blackout before sitting down in his seat again. Blackout turned a deep red, and he hid his face as Greed closed the door of the van.
 
[b][color=335ef9]"Please look away,"[/color][/b] Blackout said quietly, not meeting anyone's eyes.

He slipped off his shirt. The first thing to catch anyone's eyes if they were looking was the circular scar on his chest, which was a deeper tone then the rest of his chest His fair skin made it very noticeable, showing an extreme contrast. It spiraled out from the center, and someone with medical experience would know the kind of wound he had suffered before his trigger event was lethal. Though he wasn't religious, it was hard not to believe the woman who saved him to be an angel. It wasn't as hard after she snapped.
 
Blackout closed his eyes in embarrassment as he threw his wig aside and slipped off his pants next, though that was a bit more of a struggle, as the van had started to move. He slid immediately and hit the back of the van with a small grunt. He turned himself around, and used the back of the van as a way to leverage his pants off. Thank god the paint hadn't seeped through the jeans.