Maverick didn't respond to the Presence's call, but took notice on the information. She glanced upwards as suddenly, a multitude of sprinklers were turning her unzipped hoodie a darker shade of blue and her exposed tank top an unpleasant grey. 

[color=6ecff6]"We can handle these guys without making a widow, Mako."[/color] She said, grimly. Eight guards armored in Kevlar and armed with pistols burst through a nearby set of doors. They immediately began shouting for surrender, but they were blindsided by Maverick who had sprinted off to flank them. She assumed her teammates would come to assist her as she did so, as they also had vested interest in taking these guys out. As she quickly approached, a guard reeled on her and attempted to level a handgun at her chest. Maverick ducked under the gun and quickly grabbed the man by the wrist, kinetically charging her hands to twist the gun out of his hands, and converted his standing momentum into jumping momentum, throwing him over her shoulder by his arm and slamming him into the ground. He grunted, and before another guard could open fire, she rolled herself over the guard and flipped him and herself upwards, using the stunned man as a human shield. 

Now she had her gun pointed at another guard, and neither of them wanted to shoot. Maverick, however, had the advantage of the guard not knowing how insane she was. She glanced over at her approaching teammates. Now her clothes were soaked in water, and as she shuffled her sneakers squeaked against the wet floor.