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[h2]Part 4[/h2][/center]
[indent][h3][sub]Location: Sharman Square, in the apartments[/sub]
[sub]Timeline: During the Riots, Night time[/sub][/h3][/indent]

As natural gas goes it’s not the greatest explosive. A bright blue, orange, and golden fireball jettisoned out through the windows above for three stories. Justine snapped her gaze up to see the billowing blaze jetting flames like macabre geysers of hellfire. in one swift motion she drew her sword, and flicked it through a spin before raising high over head, hilt in one hand, flat braced against the other. A thin translucent hemisphere of hardened energy and air snapped into place over them. Papers, furniture, tables, chairs, and most of all jagged shards of glass rained down upon them, but seemed to crash down on the shield she erected. The last happened to be a recliner with murder on it’s mind as it fell straight for her and Racheli. Just as quickly it smashed to pieces and careened off to the side, where it came to rest, sitting oddly upright in the snow. 

As the fiery light overhead died away and only burning paper seemed to continue to rain down the shield collapsed, willed away by her. Her gaze quickly swung over to Gabriel, then at Rach. They both seemed okay for the moment. She let out a breath she didn’t know she was holding as she sank back to her knees. she rested one hand on the buried woman’s forehead. 


Gabriel flinched at the sound of the building exploding, and thanking whatever gods were up there that his suit had reactive noise-cancelling. 

[color=teal][i]At least something’s functioning the way it should tonight.[/i][/color] He then cringed again as something occurred to him.

[color=teal][i]Uh, Daedalus? Run the last few minutes of AEGIS recordings on that building. Was anyone in it when it blew?[/i][/color]

[b]unsurprisingly, no. i’m reasonably sure your stunt with the sniper function was a good indicator that the premises needed to be vacated. all souls still capable of leaving under their own power had already done so. as far as i can tell- which is quite a lot, as you well know- only the recently deceased meta in the basement remained.[/b]

Gabriel cursed. He knew he’d forgotten something. [color=teal][i]There goes my research materials. Okay, so, other than the building, we don’t have any major losses, then?[/i][/color]

[b]not that I’m aware of.[/b]

Gabriel sighed in relief. At least he hadn’t gotten anyone killed tonight. That would have been too much for his failure quota to withstand. He turned to the swordswoman and the girl, managing to look sheepish, even through all of his armor.

[color=teal]”Okay, so, I have good news and bad news. Bad news first, is well…”[/color] He waved a hand in the general direction of the now-destroyed apartment. [color=teal]”You can plainly see the bad news. Good news is, there was no one in the building when it blew. So,”[/color] he said, turning to Racheli’s form, [color=teal]”your friend is probably safe. I’m not picking up any injured in the area, so she’s probably reasonably healthy, as well. Nothing--”[/color] He spared another glance toward the burning building, and sighed. [color=teal]”[i]...Almost[/i] nothing to worry about.”[/color]

[color=#b799cd]~Yeah, just my house is on fire, that’s all~[/color] Justine thought bitterly. Turning toward Gabe where she knelt she looked up at him, looking at once angry and yet somehow vulnerable, lost even,then she sighed, hung her head which she gave a slow shake. “[color=#b799cd]Alright. .. Justine’s fine,[/color]” she said, assuring Racheli that her roommate was just fine. Closer than she really knew, but for now the ill one didn’t need to know more than that. “[color=#b799cd]Let’s get her out of here. We’ve got to get off the street. I can carry her, but I have a feeling this thing … as soon as she starts to thaw out is going to be bad. I don’t know how long we have until we get her somewhere safer. A reefer or freezer truck would be ideal. If you have a better idea.. [/color]“ 


[color=teal][i]Reefer or freezer, you say? Daedalus?[/i][/color]

[b]let me check the surrounding area.[/b] Barely a few milliseconds had passed before the AI responded again. [b]done. there is a suitable vehicle roughly half a mile to the south. It seems abandoned, and has the necessary technical equipment to keep the girl’s condition static until we can reach a suitable location to enact the changes needed to help her.[/b]

Gabriel nodded, then turned to the woman. [color=teal]“Freezer truck, about half mile, due south of our position. Probably abandoned, due to the riots. I can lift it so we can avoid all the traffic and such, as well, so it seems ideal for our situation. What do you think? I could give you coordinates, if you’d like.”[/color] 



Standing slowly she glanced back over her shoulder as she sheathed her weapon. “[color=#b799cd]That’s not bad. Uhhh, Just get me up into the air, where I can see from overhead.[/color]” She put one hand on his chest but gently. For a moment she had the image of giving a healthy shove to him and sending him flying across the street, but she refrained. It was tempting though! “[color=#b799cd]I’ll get us up there. I .. don’t know how this is going to be for you. Take a deep breath,[/color]” she said. after a moment making sure he was braced, mentally. And then she reached within as she looked up. She picked a point high overhead, roughly a mile straight up. [i]Jump.[/i] With that thought she imagined  being there, as well as reaching out for that distant point in space and time, feeling  connected to it, and then making the mental shift there. At the same time, the air around them shimmered with a spatial distortion in less time than it took to blink. They disappeared with an audible pop and a rush of displaced air. 

Virtually at the same time they appeared overhead, hanging above the Earth, just hanging before gravity could fully take hold. Immediately, she called for Edgewynd’s power, the power of flight to lift her weight, and his as well, hanging suspended with nothing below them but a mile of empty air. She looked straight down at the apartments which were flaring with flame in a couple spots. Immediately there was a disorienting sense of vertigo, but at the same time she was looking at a perfect copy of Google Earth or Google Maps at night. 

“[color=#b799cd]Point me in the right direction. Use the streets as a guide or gimme a laser pointer or something,[/color]” she said, looking downward, arm slipped around the armored figure to make sure she didn’t lose contact with him. 


Racheli had been quiet, for a first time, since the brunette spoke and touched her forehead. The fingers felt soft and warm making her head retract farther into the snow’s cold. Her body tensed in reaction to this as she inhaled, her nerves and worry refusing to let her stay down. She didn’t know these people, they hadn’t even tried to look, and her gut was screaming something terrible was happening. Fingers tried to scrape away the packed snow but it was an exercise in futility, her fingers merely getting snow under her nails and not enough to push her way. 

 Despite the short time, her fever was budding again and this time with a new vengeance. The snow wouldn’t keep her body cold enough for long as the cape likely could tell when she touched Racheli. Slowly Rach tried to push down her growing anxiety for what felt like the hundredth time this night as she merely glared at the Super above her. She listened, through the snow muffled most the conversation, in silence to their discussion. When the brunette and the ‘Hero’ took off, Rach couldn’t help but huff under her breath. [color=indianred]”Fucking Supers.”[/color] 
     

Gabriel tried- mostly unsuccessfully- to blink away his nausea. [color=teal][i]That was… unpleasant. Is that what teleportation feels like all the time? Do you just have to acclimate to… that?[/i]

“Ugh…”[/color] He put a hand to his head as his sensations finally righted themselves, and he could finally stand to look around.

[color=teal][i]Huh. We are… very high up. Impressive range on that.[/i][/color] He looked down, just as the sword-wielder did, and gave her instructions. He spared maybe a few milliseconds to orient himself with the picture AEGIS had given him, then looked and pointed.

[color=teal][i]Low amplitude, visual aid only.[/i][/color] A thin beam of green light emanated from his outstretched finger, pointing straight at the area the truck had been abandoned in.

[color=teal]”Down there, on that intersection.”[/color] He paused for a moment, before turning to his companion. [color=teal]”I… recognize time is of the essence here, but might we just fly down? The process of your teleportation is… deeply disorienting.”[/color]



The woman gave him an apologetic look. “[color=#b799cd]I’ve not done that with anyone else. I can try to make it smoother,[/color]” she said. “[color=#b799cd]Go ahead and take us down there. I figured a point-to-point jump would be much faster. Otherwise, what do you really need me for,[/color]” she asked, turning her attention back to the suited figure, almost as though she was trying to look past the face protection and to the pilot underneath. They were lit from below with the light of the city streets and a few fires, but were mostly high above the noise in the chilly night air. She could feel it pressing against her skin, but it didn’t seem to bother at all. In fact she felt perfectly comfortable as they hung suspended in the air. her arm still around him. 


Gabriel nodded, tightening his arm around the swordswoman. He’d need to if her top flight speed wasn’t as fast as his. [color=teal]”Okay, but brace yourself. I can go pretty fast in this number.”[/color]

[color=teal][i]Daedalus, let’s do… maybe 75?[/i][/color]

[b]understood.[/b] Gabriel angled the pair of them downward, headfirst, going as slow as possible so as to not disorient his “passenger” as they moved. He didn’t know what her senses were like, but to Gabriel, down was just another direction. He could adjust to the situation as he pleased. He aimed briefly, calculating the route in his head, then shot down toward the ground at somewhere between 60 and 70 miles per hour. He pulled up- somewhat sharper than the swordswoman probably would have preferred- just above and in front of the abandoned truck. A quick scan confirmed his earlier AEGIS reading that the truck was functional, and he let go of the woman, his arms already glowing with blue-green light, which then began to surround the truck.

[color=teal]”Okay then. I can lift this truck pretty easily,”[/color] he said, as the wheels left the surface of the road by a few inches, [color=teal]”in case you have a size limit on that teleportation effect of yours. I imagine you do, given that you’d otherwise moved the planet or at least taken the top off of some buildings when doing your thing. Regardless, I can maintain my top speed with something this light, so whichever method you’d like to get this over to that girl, just say the word.”[/color]


“[color=#b799cd]Wuss,[/color]” she said as he seemed to take it easy on the way down. Being turned upside down didn’t bother her, and she could have handled a lot sharper maneuvers. While her top flight speed was only about fifty miles per hour right now, she could still turn on a dime. Justine hoped she would get faster, eventually. As much as she tried to push it, she hadn’t seemed to be able to break that speed barrier yet. 

As he created a maglev type effect around the truck she shook her head. “[color=#b799cd]I could lift it, but I can’t do that,[/color]” she said, a little … what? Irritated? Shocked? Perhaps awed a little, and suddenly feeling inadequate certainly. “[color=#b799cd]I can’t teleport anything big,[/color]” Justine mused. “[color=#b799cd]I can run interference, or just port back to watch over Ra.. the girl.[/color]” She studied him for a second as she remembered right where she left her roomie. 

Gabriel nodded. He had figured the woman would have some sort of weight limit to her teleportation abilities. That was fine- that just meant he could concentrate on this part, while she went back to keep an eye on the girl. She hadn’t looked very healthy when the two of them had left, and he wanted to be sure she’d be okay. He began lifting the truck higher, a haze of green coalescing around the truck, almost seeming to harden around it. Which, of course, was exactly what he was doing- he needed to reinforce the thing somehow if he was going to get it there quickly. 

[color=teal]”Well, if you would, then go and check on the woman. It’ll take me a minute or two to tow this over there. In the meantime, if anything goes wrong with her, please do all you can to stabilize her. I'll finish the job when I get there. Hopefully. It won't be long, but it would ease my worries a lot more if someone was there to protect her.”[/color]

And with that, without checking to see if the woman had responded, or if she had moved to follow his suggestion, he began to rise, pulling the now-shielded truck up with him. He reoriented himself toward where they had left the girl, tapping into AEGIS in order to make sure he was as accurate as possible.

[b]sir. if the girl’s condition has degraded sufficiently, we may have to perform an emergency synchronization at the location in question, or she will die. are you prepared for that eventuality?[/b]

Gabriel frowned at Daedalus’ question. [color=teal][i]To be honest, I don't know if I’d be ready after preparing for a week. I've never done a procedure like this before. I have to try, of course, she’ll die otherwise. But I don't know how much help I'll be to her.[/i][/color] 

[b]i find it more statistically unlikely that you will fail, sir. your proficiency at the “impossible” has not seemed to fail you yet. i have utmost confidence in you[/b]

[color=teal][i]Heh. Thanks, Daedalus.[/i][/color] He finally rose up to the optimal height for a quick and easy transition, his thrusters warming up for travel.

[color=teal][i]Now, let’s go save somebody,[/i][/color] he thought, before shooting off toward his target at blinding speed.


Justine didn’t even wait for him to rise up above the buildings. Immediately she flickered once, disappearing with a rush of air filling in where she had been. She appeared over Rach with a pop of displaced air. Her boots landed on the snow and she knelt, still ignoring the cold as she brushed away some of the snow to check on her roommate, seeing to her condition. They’d only been gone maybe a minute at this point. She was worried, concerned really,, and it showed.

“[color=#b799cd]Help’s on the way. We’ve got a freezer truck. The guy in the suit seems to know what’s up, how to help you. I don’t like trusting him right now, but.. it’s the only option I’ve got.[/color]” As she waited for Hero to join the two of them, she found herself once more noting the wail of sirens, and the distant sound of rioting, and the occasional crack of a flash-bang, a smoke grenade, or maybe a gunshot now and again. She didn’t like being on the sidelines, but the police were usually good about calming things down. She was sure her dad was in the middle of it at this point.

Racheli had her eyes closed, ignoring the blaring noise storm around her as she waited for the two to return. Fear, a natural and primal aspect, was rearing its ugly head in her mind after she had cleared the other emotions away and seemed to poke at her uncertainty. It stirred her need to survive which only increased her worry about what would happen next. She couldn’t help but consider the woman’s mention to her unwanted guest about incineration just to prevent a global infection, letting the suicidal thought linger then shoved it away. If it came down to offing her, than she would make sure the job was done herself but only when all other options were exhausted. Rattled slightly, Rach wiggled in deeper into the snow just to let the chill keep her virus in check. 

It didn’t last long. Her right eye opened, spotting the cape above her as the snow was removed, revealing her face to the worried woman. Something didn’t settle with her at seeing the concern and fretful nature seeping into the stranger’s expressions. Rach’s first thoughts were on Justine when she spoke, pushing her head through the confining barrier of ice and frozen water. [color=indianred]“Where’s Justine? He said she got out, but no one has told me for sure how. Is she safe? I promised Garrett I would look after her and instead, I’m fucking stuck here.”[/color] 

Gently, Justine shushed her on the matter. “[color=#b799cd]Rest easy. She got out. When I was up there, I saw her on the ground,[/color]” the cape said, pointing upward. Meaning when she had teleported herself and the guy in the suit high up in the sky. A second or so later she glanced back where she knew the truck would be coming from. “[color=#b799cd]Come oonnnn,[/color]” she said, still kneeling in the snow drift. 

[color=indianred]“She got out, about fucking time the bastard upstairs did something right.”[/color] Rach said, her head tilted back into the snow. It ached a little, a fact her mind was abruptly aware of because of the spark creeping up her spine and her eyes widened in realization. Her eyes turned to the cape while she spoke, trying to keep the cracking tone in check. [color=indianred]“How long did you say the healing would last?”[/color] 

Shortly after the question was asked, there was a slight humming sound in the air as Gabriel approached, standing astride the now-flying freezer truck as it flew in high speed, slowing slightly before coming to a sudden halt, just above the ground. Gabriel dismounted from the truck before releasing his control field, letting the truck down gently before floating over to the two women in the snow. He scanned the ill girl, not liking the readings that came up. They needed to move, and quickly.

[color=teal]”Okay. No time to waste. Sorry to be so abrupt, but we don’t have time for niceties. The truck is refrigerated in the rear, so your virus will have a more stable environment. We’ll try to get you to a more proper facility to perform the synchronization procedure, but if we don’t have time, we may have to perform it immediately, which I fear may be… disquieting. Are there any questions before we move on?”[/color]

Justine frowned. The armored figure seemed to know what was affecting Racheli then. She turned back to the girl. “[color=#b799cd]I didn’t. It only lasts long enough to heal the damage, which is permanent. It doesn’t stop fresh damage,[/color]” she said, then knelt, shoving her hands in the snow and digging it away from Rach, until she had her freed enough to lift her up and carry her, some of the snow still resting on her frame. One arm was around Rach’s shoulders the other under her knees, as she walked without effort toward the freezer truck. “[color=#b799cd]Alright, let’s get you in,[/color]” she said, then nodded at Gabe for him to open it up. 

Once inside, she frowned, having nowhere decent to put Rach, other than straight on the floor, so she did. Hopefully the ride wouldn’t be too rough. :Justine glanced at Gabe. “[color=#b799cd]You’re driving. You’re the one with OnStar in your head or something,[/color]” she said gesturing at his suit.

Racheli felt like a child when the cape picked her up. 

Helpless and frustrated, with little control over what happened to her as Racheli felt her body’’s war started all over. The virus was adapting again, she could feel it sending a fresh wave of misery through her system and spark her pain receptors. Her DNA felt like play-doh in an immature child’s hands, whose vision keep changing over and over. Rach’s head started to throb as if thousands of hammers were pounding into her head causing her jaw to tight, teeth biting the pain edging into her force and no longer dulled by the cold when the cape moved her. With sharp, rapid inhales she closed her eyes to stop the world’s sights and sounds from increasing the pain. Her arms folded in just in front of her chest while the rest of her weight leaned against Justine’s front. She was already starting to tremble like before, the virus’ task set in determination to complete itself regardless of the pain it was inflicting.  

Racheli chuckled in a raspy, bitter tone. Usually the touch of human contact, mainly its warmth, comforted her. Now, it merely made her want to flinch and shove it away, the heat speeding up her suffering unintentionally. She clamped her teeth upon her tongue to prevent her screaming until after the woman had laid her upon the truck’s cold floor. 

It was then, her short haired head turned and pressed deeper into the metal. Damn, the cold felt so fucking good on her skin. Instantly her system was soaking up the chill like a sponge did liquid, relieving the pain and slowing the process once more. Vaguely, Rach noted her breath wasn’t even misted when it hit the frozen air. That meant it was a touch colder than the actual truck and by everything logical in her mind, she should’ve been dead hours ago from hypothermia. The fact she wasn’t merely a solid block of ice was a bit of a shocker to her that she softly utter one word. [color=indianred]“Hurry…” [/color]  

Gabriel nodded as the woman moved their charge’s body to the back of the truck, opening the door with a gesture as he scanned Rach’s body, trying to get a sense of what he needed to do before being forced to do so. Which, judging by the girl’s biological readings, was going to be soon- even with the proper environment for the virus’ continued stable existence, her biorhythms were in freefall. Literal driving was now out of the question, he’d just have to airlift them all to a properly quarantined facility, in case his procedure failed. He had to make sure that, should he be unable to save this girl, she would be the Phylactery-virus’ last victim. He closed the doors, listening to the pitiful utterance from Rach as he did so, which only furthered his resolve to save her. He turned to the swordswoman.

[color=teal]”How fast can you fly?”[/color] he asked, his body starting to exude green sparks of light. [color=teal]”If we want to get anywhere proper in time to save this girl, I may need to upshift my abilities and airlift. Unless you’d like me to perform the operation here, but that potentially puts anyone still in the vicinity at risk, including you. Given what I know about the nature of her… affliction, I think I should be immune, but that’s not absolute. If nothing else, I’d like to be the only one at risk for infection, since I’d be better suited to fighting any infection.

“The choice is yours, but please decide quickly- we have little time, by my estimation, before her nanite saturation reaches terminal levels.”[/color] He tilted his head to the side slightly as he said this, sending signals across his body in preparation for an ARTEFACT Mode upshift.

[color=teal][i]Be ready to shift to Mode 03, if necessary, Daedalus- I want to get her somewhere properly contained fast.[/i][/color]

Justine considered for a moment. “[color=#b799cd]I think I’ve maxed out at about fifty miles per hour,[/color]” she said. “[color=#b799cd]I can handle extreme g-forces though. But I don’t know if I could hold off something like this kind of bug.[/color]” She shook her head. “[color=#b799cd]If you think I need to clear out.. I will. There are other things going on here in the Square. I don’t know if LHPD is going to be able to calm this stuff down quickly. And then there’s the apartments.[/color]” She frowned. “[color=#b799cd]I don’t really want to leave her though.[/color]” 

Gabriel nodded. [color=teal]”It’s not the most contained environment, but you should probably be safe up in the driver’s compartment. Once we get her somewhere with the proper amenities for me to treat her, you can stay with her or be on your way. She seems… important to you. I won’t ask about that now, we’ve got more pressing matters to attend to, but I’m sure we’ll have plenty of time to be acquainted later on. Now, if you would, please,”[/color] he said, gesturing to the front of the truck. As she left, Gabriel concentrated on his body, feeling power welling up from the core of his being, suffusing him.

[color=teal][i]Let’s just get this over with.[/i]

“Access code: Wyvern. User override. ARTEFACT Mode-03, engage.”[/color] A flurry of green sparks and pixels washed over him for a brief few seconds, before he emerged, clad in his new form. The small Hex-Feathers that floated over his shoulders before had gotten far larger, each one nearly as tall as he was, splayed out from his back like great metal wings. His arms were covered in a thick layer of armor, giving them a draconic, bestial appearance. His legs had gone through the most drastic change, transforming into strong, reptilian, almost organic looking limbs, increasing his height by a good few inches, sharp metal claws digging into the asphalt under his feet. The air shivered as he made his change, humming with his ambient power.

He sighed- he didn’t like using anything higher than Mode-02 if he didn’t have to, but it was his fastest form. Well- fastest that he was comfortable using at the moment. Using Mode-05 for something as simple as transportation would be suicidally stupid. He turned to the truck, confirming that the sword-user was situated in the front seat, and that Rach was as comfortable as possible where she was. He again enveloped the truck with a nimbus of his power, reinforcing it as both he and the vehicle rose above the rooftops.

[color=teal][i]Daedalus, chart a course to the Lost Haven branch of the CDC. It’s the nearest facility that can handle our present problem.[/i][/color]

[b]acknowledged. will you be needing anything else?[/b]

[color=teal][i]Just keep me posted on the riot situation- I don’t want anyone else dying on my watch.[/i][/color]

They had risen high enough now. Steeling himself, and ensuring that the barrier around the truck was sufficient for the speeds they would be traveling, he blinked toward his destination, disappearing in a rush of speed too fast for the eye to follow, a small sonic boom heralding his disappearance.

Small sonic boom was, of course, a matter of subjectivity. With an object the size and mass of the truck along with him, and being so low to the ground it might as well have been a powerful bomb that was set off. Windows shattered from the initial shockwave and sound-pressure levels, greater than a clap of thunder..  Car alarms went off for blocks. The acceleration was barely felt though by the occupants as they weren't’ so much moving but the space around them was. The fabric of space had been warped by a sort of push/pull that had them riding a wave of sorts. The group of metal and flesh streaked over the city, a white ball of compressed water vapor, streaming a tail behind it which tapered off and disappeared into the air again. With the initial crack of their departure gone,  it now only sounded like a loud high-pressure hiss. 

Justine frowned at the assessment but then nodded, only to slip out of the truck, and shut it tight. Working quickly she found the temp controls and turned them down as low as they could go. The flight probably wouldn’t take long, but it certainly would be faster than driving. She just hoped they didn’t attract too much attention with this. Finally she climbed up in the driver’s seat, for all the good it would do her. The truck smelled of dust, dirt, grease and… guy. But she didn’t care as she rubbed her face and then strapped in. She wasn’t going to be able to stay with Rach. Not right now, even as concerned as she was. She also didn’t have an apartment anymore. She was… effectively.. Homeless.  And the independent work she’d been doing didn’t allow her much in the way of savings either. And she wasn’t about to mooch off of her dad. He’d understand of course, but… no. She was an adult, and capable of handling herself. Wasn’t she? This was just a setback. Blinking a little as tears tried to well up she crossed her arms over the top of the steering wheel, resting her forehead on them. 

Racheli was deathly ill with something she’d never seen or heard before. And .. now this. She’d lost all she’d worked for so far in the space of maybe ten minutes. It was only now, as she had a few moments to think and breathe that the direness of the situation was catching up. Frustration, anger, worry, concern for Racheli, and loss all welled up and crashed into her at once, drowning her in a riptide of emotion. A few small sobs seemed to escape her then, her shoulders bouncing with the force, her throat tight. Part of her wanted to put her fist through the dash, and with her power.. That would have easily happened. She could have torn the entire truck to shreds. It would do no good. 

Finally, she reached up to her face and wiped at the tears that had fallen free, rolling down her cheeks. It wasn’t over. It was just a setback, she told herself once more. She’d dealt with worse. Now, she needed to plan how she was going to deal with this.  - She could crash on her dad’s couch. Of course the Fire Marshal would be investigating what happened to her apartment. Police were going to investigate too. Daddy was going to hunt her down until he found out. He’d be worried sick until he heard from her. Better to find him early and pre-empt that. She had some spare clothes in her car. Laptop. Her phone was probably toast. She could get it replaced. All her paperwork was probably burned or ruined, sans what was in her fire safe. 

The apartment was probably a total loss. She’d have to see what she could salvage. - Turbulence brought her attention up to see the city streaking by below them. She glanced to the side to see the edges of the super-flow compressing the air around them. They were supersonic!? Or at least the air around them was. No. There was no sound outside of the vehicle. They were in the silence that fighter pilots talked about. There was no noise, no outside sound. They were, in fact, moving faster than the speed of sound. Just over a densely populated area, with a decent radar signature. … If they didn't land soon, fighters were going to be scrambled from Hanscom or somewhere else nearby.  Almost on the heels of that though she was aware they were slowing. There was a crack of sorts as they briefly crossed the threshold into sub-sonic, and now they crackled through the air as it tore at them. She could feel their flight almost skidding to a halt and turning into a gentle parabolic arc which would set them down at the building. 

Justine felt her heart hammering from nerves, stress, and of course the speed of their flight which was exhilarating. Time to get Rach to safety. 

There was only one place that had the equipment, training and best chance  to contain Racheli’s virus. The  Lost Haven’s Center for Disease Control and Prevention. Thanks to D-Day, Gene Co. had made vast contributions and funding to get the faculty able to cope with almost any infectious disease since. In addition that, it was the closest place that would prevent the virus from possibly spreading from victim to victim and minimizing the casualty rates. The CDC was a large, four story brick building with several individuals in hazmat suits waiting outside. There were several armed guards, mercenaries with security clearance. The building was wired with cameras, and an alarm, as well as security fences. While it was a civilian and government research facility it was also a secured location. The things that they kept inside and dealt with were very nasty stuff. And, as such, they were valuable to [i]someone.[/i]

When they arrived, the CDC staff moved quickly to isolate Racheli as they wheeled her from the reefer truck and into the building. Icarus and Justine swiftly followed, through they wouldn't remain after the sync occurred. When they attempted to detain Justine, she politely decline, and instead, vanished in a teleport. Barring that, she had stick around for as long as they could, but would not allow herself to be poked and prodded.