(Collab post between [@Gentlemanvaultboy] and [@SunsetRoses])

Dianna rolled her eyes as she became soaked. It was a rookie move, pulling the fire alarm. Now they would have police officers, security guards, and the fire department to deal with. That meant more press on the situation, which meant more attention from heroes. Not to mention the bomb that had gone off. Someone had to get this handled, and fast. 

She watched with disinterest as guards stormed downstairs, eight of them like ducklings following the leader. Maverick handled two, which was all good and well. Dianna didn't see why she was a villain, if she hated casualties. It was disgusting, really. One of the guards fired two rounds at Ms. Muffins II, who was rubbing against a hostage with little care. Dianna swore, throwing up an energy shield before the bullets could impact. 

[color=89fdc5]“No one touches my cat.”[/color] Dianna snapped, pointing a finger at the guard. [color=89fdc5]“Timore.”[/color] She snarled, viewing cheerfully as the guard began screaming and crying, running towards a desk where he could hide and sob loudly. Dianna snapped her head to Phone Freak, pointing upstairs. [color=89fdc5]“You! You're coming with me, we have to seal off the upper floors.”[/color] She didn't wait for an answer, running off towards the staircase. Ms. Muffins II saw her, and ran after, intense muscles rippling under her coat.

"Right, yeah, that's what I was saying." Phone Freak shouted as she ran after her. "Doc, keep those hostages corralled." They had to keep those people under control. The lion had done a good job. You didn't even think of making a move that close to a wild animal. She trusted the others to handle the guys that had come charging in. Maverick had one hostage, Black Magic had just done something she she guessed was horrible to the other one, and now their attention had been divided up. They could handle this, but there were probably others on the way that would have to be stopped.

The stick thin form of Dr. Bad News stood up from where it had been crouched over the guard it had stabbed in the arm and collected him and his two brethren. It carried them over to the wall and laid them down before hovering over the lot. The guards shirt had been ripped apart, and his arm had been bandaged up by the monster while he'd writhed on the ground. He was, after all, at least half doctor.

Phone Freak pounded up the Stairs after Black Magic, gun in one hand and phone in the other. "Ignore elevators for now. They're not going to use elevators because of the fire alarm." She hastily tapped in a few arcane symbols as she ran. Anyone with a gun they ran into was going to get a facefull, if they were lucky.