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The Director was becoming somewhat irritated, but pleased with the reappearance of other subjects. This was their chance to reclaim a few and when the rest came to save their brethren, they would reclaim them all. He watched the monitors, each showing a different subject. This was good. Their beacon would work perfectly for those that didn't come back. But as his confidence grew, static and a voice came over the speaker.

[center][color=ADD8E6]"Sir, we have radio chatter that more are still hiding. There are a few coming this way. Shall we capture or do the same as the bulky one?"[/color][/center] 

[center][color=2E8B57]"Let them have their friend. He will lead us to all of them. A mass collection will be best."[/color] The speaker went sioent for a minute, but then another voice popped up, even more annoying than the last making the Director scoff and lose interest in what they had to say.[/center]

[center][color=ADD8E6]"Our men are getting hammered out here! Do we retreat?"[/color] The Director stood up in his chair and scanned each screen. Each subject help a unique ability and only their handlers would be able to know how to slow them down. [color=ADD8E6]"Sir!"[/color][/center]

[center][color=2E8B57]"You're pleas are pathetic. Fall back inside, and leave the dead to rot."[/color] He finally spoke.[/center]

[center][color=ADD8E6]"But those men have families. They deserve to have the bodies."[/color] the voice over the radio disputed his order.[/center]

[center][color=2E8B57]"Would you like to rot with them? Leave the bodies."[/color] His tone was cold and full of meaning as he let his words sink in.[/center]

There were no more replies, leaving the Director to his plotting as he tapped every screen with a hybrid on it. Counting how many had come he smirked a bit. [Center][color=2E8B57]"You all are exceeding expectations. Good."[/color][/center]

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[i][color=7B68EE]'Damnit, he saw. Oh well.'[/color][/i] she thought to herself as the other hybrid helped her. [color=7B68EE]"I can fly fine. Or I can run."[/color] Emerson didn't want to take the help, even though she did need it. Her wing wasn't in the best condition to fly anymore. It would sting and the pain would cause her to lose focus or slow down the group. She tucked her wing as close to her as she could without it hurting and peered over at the city. If they could find a place quickly, maybe they could find a way to signal the others. But they had to make it a thing only hybrids would notice.
[color=7B68EE]"Shit, if those science freaks come this way, my blood is on that tree. Hell it's on the ground. They'll know we traveled that way."[/color] Em's voice was soft as she was deep in thought again.

[i][color=7B68EE]'Thin, Em, think. Unless I can wrap my wing now or have it healed, I'll be leaving a trail. Damnit, think...'[/color][/i] her thoughts kept running around the matter she was trying to think about and kept going back to the group that was going back to save their fallen. Then she hand a quick idea. [color=7B68EE]"If I can remember which one is the healer, I can make a diversion."[/color] a smile grew on her face. Em wasn't a fan of bleeding for long periods of time, but if it meant they would have a way around getting caught, then she would go with it. 

[color=7B68EE]"Penelope! I need your help real quick!"[/color] Em shouted at the group. She was hoping she would hear her. [color=7B68EE]"Hope this works."[/color] Emerson said quietly to herself.