[center][h1]Inside HPIS[/h1][/center]
[h3]Front Room[/h3]
Chaos erupted in the front room as soon as John made a move. An entire clip was emptied into Deprave, only for it to be mostly ignored. Still a bit painful, but not really. John took the shooter out with ease, the man not having any head protection. Of course, it wasn't an excellent idea to kneel down and pray in the middle of combat. Though the machete wielder had been thoroughly thrashed, the clubman braced herself for impact and escaped with only a few broken ribs and a broken arm. She then used the cloak of smoke covering the room to sneak over to the enraptured John. He would really have to strain to hear her over the cacophony of clicking and clashing in the room, as well as the voice of the Light, which informed him [color=6ecff6]"Nefas will exit his office once he has lost all hope in his troops."[/color]

Fortunately, Old N was charging forward towards John as well. The resulting careening firmly crushed the billy club officer under his fairly massive weight, grabbing up John in the tumble. All three of them were now in a messy pile on the floor, Old N on top and the two humans below him. It seemed the woman was unconscious, though since she broke his fall, John should have been okay. All the while this was happening, the small surveillance camera in the corner of the room stared, the man on the other side a mix of fearful and furious. Quickly, he grabbed his walkie-talkie and commanded all available forces to converge in the main room. 

[h3]Cell Block L-1[/h3]
Of course, that soon may not have been as many as he wanted. As Viliam opened up the cells and incited a riot, the guard stood at the end of the corridor, a walkie-talkie of his own in hand. He held out his weapon in a manner to try and dissuade others, either those about to start a riot or those inciting it, away. "H-hey uh, we have a problem. Some purple guy is freeing prisoners in Cellblock L, uhm, L-1. Please help." he begged. V and Toby would most likely just watch as the newly freed prisoners began rushing him. Not all of them charged the guard though, some of the stupider (or arguably smarter) prisoners would try and attack the two men at the opposite side of the block. Three malnourished looking humans blindly charged at the two to be easily disposed of. [url=http://i.imgur.com/JoMgJ7E.png]But one armless demon dressed in a poncho[/url] leered out of a cell menacingly, before quickly grunting and throwing his head forward. When he did this a large manus-made palm launched at a high speed towards V, specifically aimed at his chest.

[h3]Vent Above Cellblock ?-?[/h3]
As Kritch peered through the small hole of his own creation, he was greeted by the forms of a few rushing guardspeople, charging headlong back to what Kritch could only assume was the entrance. One man, though, stayed behind, unfortunately deciding to place himself very close to the vent, staring right at it. If he wanted to get out here, he'd need to find a way to distract or get rid of the guard.