Alina was pretty surprised; a lot of escapees had made it to the same place for one reason or another. She absorbed their names, noting them down. For the first time, the girl that Alina had busted out of her cell spoke: [color=8084A9]“None of you actually had a plan, did you?”[/color]

Alina shrugged. "[color=red]Guilty as charged. When I saw the camera and relocker dead, I decided to take my chances. Guess everyone else did too.[/color]" She grinned. "[color=red]Good on all of you for taking the opportunity. Who knows when another one might have come around?[/color]" She lifted her hand in a halfhearted wave. "[color=red]I'm Alina. Wish it were better circumstances, but hey, what're you going to do, right?[/color]

As she spoke, her mind raced. As calm as she was acting, the girl was right; they did need a plan. Something. [i]Anything[/i]. They couldn't just stand here waiting. They had to act somehow, or else nothing would get done and everything would just get worse. But try as she may, she couldn't think of anything more concrete than "move down." 

"[color=red]The fact of the matter is, none of us really know this place, do we? The layout and stuff, I mean. We can make all the elaborate plans we want, but really, Aimee's right. All that we [i]can[/i] do is move down and hope for the best.[/color]"

As another camera suddenly came back to life to her right, she gritted her teeth and spat the last of the blood pooled in her mouth at it like a dart, puncturing the lens and rendering it useless. "[color=red]Like I said. We've gotta move or we're so totally screwed that the word 'screwed' doesn't even describe it. Anything is better than waiting to get put back in the cells.[/color]" With that said, she frisked one of the unconscious doctors, yanking a scalpel from a little wallet of medical tools. [i]I really hope I don't have to use this,[/i] she sighed mentally. Then two guards burst around the corner. She swore mentally: [i]Damnitall. I don't have any blood to work with but the stuff in the camera![/i] Baring her teeth, she pressed the scalpel to her skin, preparing to cut.

Then the guards just...went. To one side. Then down. Hard. Whoever the kid was that was doing this, that was some kind of power. Alina just watched it roll by. He seemed to have it well under control. She grinned as the guard spoke. "[color=red]Alright, sounds good![/color]" she said, brushing her hands together before she set off at a run down the hallway, hoping to make it to the elevator before many more cameras came online.

"[color=red]Come if you're coming! We don't have time to waste![/color]"