[center][h3][color=0095FF]γ€Žπ”Ύπ•£π•’π•Ÿπ•₯』[/color] [color=00a99d]γ€Žπ”Όπ•£π•Ÿπ•–π•€π•₯』[/color][/h3] [img]https://i.imgur.com/uezM0A4.jpg[/img] [img]https://i.imgur.com/FJt85Te.png[/img][/center][center][img]http://i.imgur.com/3R5vYYi.png?2[/img][/center][hr][center][color=silver]π•Šπ•–π•‘π•₯. πŸ™πŸœ, 𝟚𝟘𝟚𝟘 / / π•Žπ•šπ•€π•—π• π•£π••, 𝕄𝕒𝕣π•ͺπ•π•’π•Ÿπ•• / / π•‹π• π•¨π•Ÿ / / ~πŸ™πŸ πŸ˜πŸ˜[/color][/center][hr][center][sub]Collab with [@Deathmyster] [@banjoanjo] and [@Baklava][/sub][/center] The strange, slippery feeling that still lingered throughout Grant's body suddenly left, leaving him with relief of the sensation's absence. Problem was, at the same time of its departure, two of the subnaturals he was holding in his chains had slipped off. [color=0095FF]"Oh, crap-"[/color] With a thud, the hazel-haired girl hit the ground, and Grant looked down at her. A second thud didn't follow, and Angel still stayed suspended in the air. [color=0095FF]"Oops."[/color] Ernie had caught Christmas' unconscious body with a slight yelp. Or rather, he moved himself under the healer in the nick of time, almost toppling over from the sudden weight. [color=00a99d]"Grant, what th--"[/color] Ernie began, but was cut off by the sudden arrival of a stranger. A Regular, and not even a USARILN soldier. Despite the obvious lack of an X-mark, Ernie remained on guard and summoned his rope. A Regular commandeering a USARILN truck and asking for a 'healer'? He didn't like this at all. The Aberration set Christmas down on the ground and stood tall between him and the stranger. [color=00a99d]"Who are you?"[/color] he demanded, [color=00a99d]"Where's Marcus, and the soldier in charge of this truck?"[/color] Looking between the strange rope and the mark on Ernie's neck, he opted not to move any closer. After witnessing the little irish sub's temper earlier, Dean wasn't about to let his guard down just because he was supposedly one of the 'good guys'. And judging by his tone, this one wasn't already in the best of moods. [color=f7976a]"My name's Dean. Soldier's dead. And your friend might be too if we don't hurry."[/color] Keeping Ernie in his sights, Dean took note of the others with a troubled frown. If this guy's ability was magic rope and the other guy had magic chains.... [color=f7976a]"I don't suppose your healer can patch people up while sleeping?"[/color] he mused, brown eyes falling on the three unconscious subnaturals. [color=00a99d]"We're not healing any Regulars, if that's what you're asking,"[/color] Ernie glared coldly, though his gaze kept flickering between Dean and jagged spire of spikes in the distance. He knew that this bickering was wasting valuable time. But he also knew, better than anyone in this class--hell, maybe better than anyone in this school--how Aberrations got around. It was crazy how easy it was to have your neck overlooked these days, the numerous methods for getting around a city. If he could help it, he wasn't going to let another X-mark ambush happen while he and four of his classmates were cooped up in a cabin. His paranoia needed to be satisfied. [color=00a99d]"Who's in the truck?"[/color] Dean narrowed his eyes, but remained silent on the matter. Lauren's wounds had been healed earlier, so clearly there was some sort of miscommunication going on somewhere. But that would have to wait. [color=f7976a]"Nine people. One of 'em is yours, though. Didn't catch her name."[/color] Brent had mentioned Savannah being snatched earlier so it must have been Sophia in there. But she wasn't the one Ernie was concerned about. [color=00a99d]"Right. One more thing. Evac team should've received a rogue subnatural before everything went to shit. White mark, brown sweater. Is he in there?"[/color] Dean nodded, his shoulders suddenly tensing at Ernie's concern. [color=f7976a]"Guy was in pretty bad shape. He's been knocked out for a while now. He's not dangerous, is he?"[/color] [color=00a99d]"Knocked out?"[/color] If Ernie looked confused, it's because he was, [color=00a99d]"He almost killed both my teammates. You're saying he didn't do anything the entire time when the truck was ambushed?"[/color] [color=f7976a]"That's what I'm saying,"[/color] Dean furrowed his brow in frustration, leading Ernie to the back of the truck so he could see for himself, [color=f7976a]"He's been tied up and out cold the whole time."[/color] Throwing open the doors, Dean gestured to the slack jawed figure on the floor of the truck, vaguely propped up again the inner wall. Swarmed by each of her terrified children, the blonde woman immediately spoke up as the doors opened. [color=f7976a]"Dean! What the hell's going on?"[/color] The Aberration elected to ignore the woman and her children in favour of scowling at David's prone body. Were the enemies not aiming for their ally after all, or did they just not get the chance to retrieve him with Evac team around? Were they just following the conspicuous truck, completely uncaring of their little spy? Either way, there wasn't enough time for enough time for another interrogation session. Ernie turned to the driver. Dean had seemed honest enough. Apart from some one-eyed weirdo in the truck, none of them seemed to be consciously concealing their necks. Even if they were, he trusted that Evac would have been smart enough to check. For now, Ernie was satisfied, or at least as satisfied as he could be with the current situation. [color=palevioletred]"Transmit. Field's going down, so try not to stand anywhere too dangerous. Over."[/color] Ernie turned at the sound of Zoe's voice through the cuff, eyes widened as the spikes began crumbling and the strange yellow field disappeared. She really was strong. Now there was definitely no time left. He looked back to the driver. [color=00a99d]"We can go now. Help me load them up."[/color] Nodding, Dean glanced towards the woman as he stepped towards the three unconscious subnaturals. [color=f7976a]"Everything's gonna be fine. Just stay put,"[/color] he reassured her quickly, not wanting to try the X-mark's patience. The unconscious were quickly helped onto the vehicle, along with Grant and Ernie. The Aberration barely had any time to make sure his classmates' heads were slumped the right way before the APC took off down the road.