[center] [h1]Evac Team[/h1] [img]http://i.imgur.com/n1b6iEd.png[/img] [img]http://i65.tinypic.com/21o8tg4.png[/img] [IMG]http://i65.tinypic.com/2lsi06d.jpg[/IMG] [img]http://i68.tinypic.com/2yorfye.jpg[/img] [h2][color 00ffbb]Lawrence[/color] | [color 33ec06]Marcus[/color] | [color crimson]Savanna[/color] | [color BD892F]Sophia[/color][/h2] [hr][color=silver]𝕄: 𝕊𝕖𝕡𝕥. 𝟙𝟜, 𝟚𝟘𝟚𝟘 / / 𝕎𝕚𝕤𝕗𝕠𝕣𝕕, 𝕄𝕒𝕣𝕪𝕝𝕒𝕟𝕕 / / 𝕋𝕠𝕨𝕟 / / ~𝟙𝟟𝟛𝟝[/color][hr] [sub]Collab with [@VampireOracle] [@Chasers115] [@Baklava][/sub][/center] Marcus had also noticed the absence of Sophia's glow as they approached the prechool; a visual clue that he assumed meant her ability had run out for the time being. With no way to tell what was around them, Marcus didn't enjoy the thought of stopping that much, but he liked the idea of leaving people to die even less. "[color 33ec06]If you notice anything, anything at all, you call for us. Even if you're not sure - say something.[/color]" Marcus said to the people in the APC, adding onto Lawrence's statement. "[color 33ec06]It's better that we be paranoid and careful right now, so you keep your eyes peeled.[/color]" He made sure to look to both of the subnatural girls, before following Lawrence inside. The interior of an abandoned preschool was as spooky as it was depressing; a harsh reminder of the little people caught up in the conflict. Marcus found himself worrying about all the attendees, hoping that they'd managed to get out at some point. The fact that he was probably hoping in vain wasn't a possibility he wanted to think about. He nearly jumped as the radio crackled to life, pulling it off his belt and up to his ear. [color=palevioletred]"Evac? It's Zoe, Halvost team. We're gonna need you to pick up a rogue subnatural. The threat's been contained, but we can't afford to keep him with us. Over."[/color] "[color 33ec06]Rogue subnatural?[/color]" Marcus asked, a slight hint of surprised confusion in his voice. That kind of pickup wasn't the best of ideas, especially with the knowlege that the rogue subnaturals around here were not exactly friendly. Still, Halvost Team was Ernie's, the same one who had told him to kill any subnaturals he saw, and now they were requesting one be shuttled out of the area. Whatever the deal with this one that was so special, Marcus was at least confident that Ernie wasn't trying to doom the entirety of Evac team to death by giving them a subnatural threat to deal with. He sighed once, not exactly thrilled about the demand, but at least willing. "[color 33ec06]Alright, drop him off somewhere away from you, mark his location, and we'll swing by and pick him up.[/color]" Marcus clipped the radio back to his belt, giving a slight jog to catch back up to Lawrence and the other man. His eyes brushed over Lawrence's bloody sleeve as he walked with them. He wanted to apologize, but there was really nothing he could say to amend the situation. [i]Later[/i]. There'd be time to own his mistakes later. Though five minutes sometimes seemed like such a short time, it seemed like an eternity to spend without her power on. Without her power Sophia was useless to the group, like at this moment. Returning Marcus's gaze before watching him leave with Lawrence and the other man, she kept her eyes peeled for anything out of the usual. Not that she had much of a chance of seeing anything hostile before it would be almost upon them. Still, she had to try. It was only five minutes, only five minutes, only five minutes. Those three words repeated over and over in her mind as she sat there, tense. Leading them through the play area and down a hallway past a couple of small offices, the young man motioned for Marcus and Lawrence to back up as he neared a heavy metal door. On the other side was a dark stairway leading down into the basement. The last few steps were lit by a dim flashlight for a split second before being shrouded in darkness again. One could just barely make out a few urgent whispers as the man stepped through the door cautiously. [color=f7976a]"Guys? It's me! Dean! I found help!"[/color] [color=f7976a]"Dean?"[/color] An electric lantern flickered to life, casting the room in a bright, bluish light. Among several boxes of spare paper towels, craft paper, and old play mats were several individuals huddled together. The man holding the lantern stepped forward, holstering his pistol as his weathered features softened with relief. He wore an old brown jacket and a thick red felt scarf. Despite his thinning gray hair, the man seemed physically sturdy and exuded a confident demeanor-- similar to Dean. As Dean decended the stairs, however, waving for Lawrence and Marcus to follow him, the man to his right, donning a green baseball cap and shotgun, tensed. [color=f7976a]"Subs?!"[/color] he grimaced, spotting the marks on their faces. Before he could raise his gun, a third man smacked him upside the head. [color=f7976a]"They're white marks, stupid!"[/color] the man barked. As he turned to face them, the heavily applied and bloodstained gauze wrapped around his right eye came into view. He smiled apologetically, adjusting the collar of his black turtleneck sweater, [color=f7976a]"Sorry about him. He's an idiot. Still not sure why he gets to hold the shotgun, to be honest."[/color] He muttered the last bit as he shot a one eyed glare at the man in the green hat. [color=f7976a]"Like we're gonna give it to some weirdo with one eye,"[/color] he muttered back, adjusting his hat. [color=f7976a]"Hey now, buddy-- you don't know the first thing about me!"[/color] [color=f7976a]"Will you two knock it off?!"[/color] an older woman with short blonde hair hissed. There was a familiar sharpness to her features as she stepped into the lantern light, a sleeping child drapped over her shoulders and chest while another clung to the hem of her jacket. [color=f7976a]"Dean, where's Lauren?"[/color] she asked curtly, bright blue eyes wide with apprehension. [color=f7976a]"She's safe,"[/color] he answered calmly. [color=f7976a]"Are you sure we can trust them?"[/color] an older girl said, stepping out from behind the blonde haired woman. Her hair was straight and black with side swept bangs. She wore a black petticoat and thin purple scarf, timidly holding it up over the lower half of her face with both hands as her light brown eyes darted between Marcus, Lawrence, and Dean. "[color 33ec06]If it affects your little discussion at all, [i]I[/i] certainly think we're trustworthy![/color]" Marcus piped up from behind Dean, giving the group around them a weak smile before clearing his throat and getting down to business. "[color 33ec06]My name is Marcus, this here is Lawrence.[/color]" he said, giving a quick nod to his teammate as he introduced him. "[color 33ec06]We're here with the express purpose of getting you people outta here as soon as we can, as safely as we can.[/color]" The girl blinked back at Marcus for a moment before lowering her scarf, returning his smile with a coy one of her own. Though she was short, she didn't seem to be much older than he was. [color=f7976a]"Hey, well I'd rather take my chances with these guys than down here,"[/color] the one eyed man nodded, stepping forward to join them, [color=f7976a]"You guys wouldn't happen to have any healing powers, would you?"[/color] He pointed to his bandaged eye with a cheeky grin, [color=f7976a]"Because this hurts like hell."[/color] [color=f7976a]"LAWRENCE!"[/color] Before either of them could answer, Savannah's voice shouted through the older Arbiter's radio, [color=f7976a][i]"LAWRENCE!!"[/i][/color] Lawrence exchanged a quick look with Marcus as he pulled the radio from his belt. [color=f7976a]"What is it?"[/color] he asked, quick but calm. [color=f7976a]"I think you should come up here! NOW! We need help!"[/color] [color=f7976a]"Alright, calm down. Stay in the truck. I'm on my way."[/color] The others watched in alarm as Lawrence returned the radio to his hip and moved back towards the stairs. [color=f7976a]"Make sure everyone's ready to go. I'll radio you as soon as I know it's safe."[/color] With that, he darted up the stairs, closely followed by Dean, who seemed hellbent on ensuring Lauren was alright as he ignored protests from the older man and blonde haired mother. Marcus turned to look at Lawrence as his radio ran out, tensing up at Savannah's apparent distress. With her cry of help, Marcus turned to go up the stairs, interrupted by Lawrence as he and Dean went running up. "[color 33ec06]Make sure...? You want me to wait down here!?[/color]" Marcus shouted after him, arms stretched out in disbelief. He turned to look at the crowd of people gathered in the basement, the dilemma showing through his eyes. If the group up in the APC was having trouble, that left Savannah, Sophia, Lauren, and the two kids in trouble. If he left, that meant this little group was more vulnerable if anything tried to slip past them. But he couldn't just leave his team to whatever it was that had spooked the APC crew. He spoke aloud to the group, eyes moving to meet each of them. "[color 33ec06]Alright, get what you need to grab, and be prepared to move out of here![/color]" he said, trying to rally the survivors. He turned to speak directly to the man with the shotgun, keeping his voice a little bit lower. "[color 33ec06]I'm going up. You shut that door behind me, and [i]do not[/i] open it unless it's one of us three; Marcus, Lawrence, or Dean. Got it?[/color]" The man in the green hat nodded. [color=f7976a]"You're leaving us?"[/color] the raven haired girl said, frowning helplessly as she approached. The others said nothing as they hastily gathered up their things. "[color 33ec06]Just for a second.[/color]" Marcus said, turning on the bottom step to look at the girl. "[color 33ec06]Gotta sure they don't scratch our ride![/color]" he added this last part with another nervous grin, forced out through a face that undoubtably hinted at his unease. Without waiting for her response, Marcus climbed to the top of the stairs to join the rest of his team. [hr] Savannah sat in the doorway of the APC, swinging her legs as she drummed her fingers against the metal door frame. [color=f7976a]"Hey, kid. Can you knock it off?"[/color] Lauren muttered irritably, [color=f7976a]"How are you guys gonna hear anyone coming with all that noise?"[/color] Savannah shot the woman an angry look over her shoulder, but ceased the nervous habit by tightly crossing her arms. [color=f7976a]"Sophia, is your power back on yet?"[/color] Savannah asked. One stiff shake of the head was Sophia's reply as she glanced over at Savannah, a worried expression on her face. [color=BD892F]"Still not."[/color] In a still quieter voice she added, [color=BD892F]"But I sure wish it were."[/color] Savannah frowned, but said nothing else. Several uneventful seconds passed before a distant crash caused Savannah to gasp. [color=f7976a]"Did you here that?"[/color] she asked loudly, slidding off her seat. Another crash. It sounded like it was coming from a few blocks north. The noise caused Sophia's heart rate to spike as she jumped, resuming her observation of their surroundings with more vigor. But still no power, and she could see nothing wrong. Did she hear it? Of course she heard it. It was what was not supposed to happen, especially not when Marcus and Lawrence weren't with them. It didn't have anything to do with those loud footsteps they had heard while driving earlier, did it? [color=BD892F]"M-maybe we should call... radio, them? Or..."[/color] A pause as another crash sounded. [color=BD892F]"I really don't know what that is!"[/color] [i]Crash![/i] Fumbling with the radio, Savannah clutched the device with both hands, [color=f7976a]"LAWRENCE!"[/color] [i]Crash![/i] Whatever it was, it was clearly getting closer. A shard of glass left clinging to the doorframe of the preschool fell to the ground and shattered. [color=f7976a]"What is it?[/color] came Lawrence's quick reply. [i]Crash![/i] [color=f7976a]"I think you should come up here! NOW! We need help!"[/color] Savannah's hands shook as she looked at Sophia. [color=f7976a]"Alright, calm down. Stay in the truck. I'm on my way."[/color] [color=f7976a]"O-okay..."[/color] Savannah said, forgetting to press the button as she spoke. She turned around to climb back inside, but paused as another crash sounded, accompanied by shattering glass and the sound of metal against metal. It sounded [i]so close.[/i] Her lips flattened into a line. Balling up her fists, Savannah glanced at Sophia before making her way towards the east side of the APC, peering around it carefully. [hider= Interaction Tags]Radio interaction with [@Lasrever] [@January] [@banjoanjo][/hider]