The noise forced Cody to slam his hands over his ears, but that didn't help much, As the noise tore through his ears, perforating his ear drums, being replaced with a loud ringing sound as if he had just been in a bomb blast. Instead of a scream of pain, Cody laughed almost like a mad man, his body adjust quickly, aiming to heal the damage quickly, it recognized the danger of the noise, and for a few brief moments it seemed as if he had gone deaf. 

[right]'You know nothing, Dr. you will never control me, nor will you ever be rid of me. Not until I destroy you'[/right]

He laughed again, purely trying to irritate and annoy. 

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Walking passed a group of people quite calmly, Caits listened in to what they were saying. 24 hours. Plenty of time. Hiding a smile, Caits entered the building, knowing this was the most dangerous part of her journey. She moved as if she had a right to be there, moving purposely through halls she knew well, she expected resistance, but it was clear that no one really knew what was going on. That was to her advantage. Those that had been there would be trying to find her, and hopefully would still be searching outside. Those hay weren't were probably still trying to figure out what was going on.

Either way, Caits didn't care as long as she succeeded. 

Reaching the armory, she knew she would only have moments if someone was checking the palm plates, but even before she could lay her hand on the plate, light glowed, and for one brief second it was almost as if a phantom hand lay over it.

She smiled. It seemed they could trap Cody and Gerswhin, but they couldn't truly contain them. Suddenly the light disappeared a second before the door opened, winking out of existence, and the echo of a crazy laugh seemed to be left behind. Uneasy, Caits entered. She didn't linger long, taking what she could, as much as she could carry.

And then she was gone, running down the hall now, she plastered on a panicked expression, muttering and cursing as if she was a messenger sent to grab what she had been ordered to. She knew people saw what they wanted to see, and what she had learned on her captures was that you barely needed to act, to convince people to see what they expected to. Her running, full of weapons, could, she hoped, be seen as the need to get her squad armed, to hunt down the rogue agent. 

Running outside once more, she began to make her way back to the secret tunnel, to take the time to plan.