Gavin nodded at Kasumi's words, before, as Master Grey moved to protect them all, closing his existing portal so that he can concentrate, trying to open up a larger one just behind them - hopefully the others can coordinate enough to win them the required time. Desmond, meanwhile, had manifested his true form, and was presenting the strongest resistance to their new opponents.

As for Mitsuki, another nod of acknowledgement, saying:

"The plan is simple," a blue rift in space-time had now opened, was the size of two people, and still growing, "you guys help Desmond buy time, I open up a way to escape. This portal will go directly to Greece, close to our destination, where we can regroup -"

Then suddenly, all of the group would feel a sense of vertigo, as Sparrow Freemark, the Motel Owner, revealed her true allegiances - to the Government. 

Brandishing a Federal Badge for the benefit of the task force she was trying to cooperate with, Mrs. Freemark, her green eyes firmly set as the wind blew her red hair behind her back, blocked the motel door and a potential way of escape. With her Mind magic and a strong willpower of her own, she was trying to overcome the mental defenses of everyone except Marcus, causing them dizzyness and confusion to make them easier pickings. Even worse, Gavin's portal was starting to fizzle out.

Desmond and Eric would be the best-placed, willpower-wise, to defend against Sparrow's attack. Fenrir would be the secondmost, as the guy had been hardened by his background as well. Gavin and the rest, however, came from ordinary walks of life, and were thus less-equipped to deal with a direct assault on their minds. Mitsuki and Master Grey would be surprised to know that much as their academic lifestyles had strengthened some aspects of themselves, it had weakened them against actual threats to their lives.

In the meantime, Sparrow would speak to Marcus telepathically:

[i]Are you preserving your cover or betraying your country? We've discovered enough to know that these guys are dangerous, even if they don't think of themselves as hostile...[/i]

[b][i]O'Ryan[/i][/b]

O'Ryan would wake up to the smell of gunpowder wafting into the room. The reason for that, because a bona-fide rift in space, glowing grey and beige, was in front of him, and from said rift would walk two people, both male, with black hair and eyes.

The first was a tall-ish young man of about 18 years of age, clad in a red-orange shirt and blue jeans, as well as red-white sneakers. His most striking feature was that he had only one natural arm, his left; the right arm's place was taken by a transparent, ghostly form that, as evidenced by the sleeve of the teen's T-shirt, was still tangible.

The second was a boy of 14 years of age who resembled his companion, but with a blue-and-white checkered hoodie that hid a faint frown of sadness. And yes, they just appeared in his room, via an impossible portal.

"My name is Alexander," said the 'one-armed' man, "and this is my brother, Ascot. We're here to take you to Gavin."

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