Jared tensed up heavily as the short girl rushed up to him, glaring him in the eye as she picked up the radio.

[color=fff79a]"We are not like them, don't ever stoop to their level."[/color]

Jared was still and not listening to her by this point. He was used to people yelling at him, so he learned to tune them out and shut off his emotions awhile ago. He watched as Aimee picked up one of the pistols and radios, before saying something into it and firing the  P320 off. A distraction was smart, but was the facility so big that it had a "Hallway T?" And would the scientists even be fooled by the girl's high-pitched voice? Jared, however, kept these concerns to himself. He could feel the rest of the group glaring daggers at him for firing at the scientists, and he wanted to be sure that he didn't make any more enemies. After all, he was going to be this groups guardian angel, right? He needed to make sure they got out safely, otherwise he would completely waste this power he had to go through so much torture to get. 

Jared delegated to simply standing next to the wall while the group made a plan, not mentioning his growing anxiety as they wasted more and more time. The girl who spoke with an accent walked up and began to examine the now patched up scientist, taking a scalpel and some of the medical supplies that they carried on hand. Jared saw a look pass over her face (Anxiety? Fear?) but thanks to years of little social contact, couldn't really identify the emotions she was feeling. He made sure to look as small as he could, trying to draw as little attention to himself as possible. The decision making he had in the heat of the moment seemed to aggravate his companions, but he couldn't tell why. Had they not gone through torture at the hands of these people like he had? Jared always thought that people were vengeful, seeking to cause harm against those that harm them, or even random innocents. At least, that was what people did to him before he went to prison.

This line of thinking was quickly broken as two guards passed around the corner. Jared quickly raised up the pistol as he noticed they were carrying firearms, but he didn't have the time to identify what type they were before the two quickly dropped to the floor. The Asian boy, Fuyuki, began to approach them, before slamming the guards against the adjacent wall, immediately knocking one out. What followed was a rather brutal interrogation, which briefly illuminated Jared's face with anger. Fuyuki was one of the people that looked at him strangely when he shot the scientists, yet he had no problem chocking the scientist with the use of his power? Why was no one stopping or berating him like they had to Jared? Realization quickly dawned on him, however, and he calmed down immediately - this was for information. Jared was fine about the fact that they were injuring the staff here, they tortured him after all. Even if everyone else wasn't comfortable with it, it meant a way out, and Jared was perfectly okay with that. The quicker they had an escape route and started moving, the better.

After being choked for several seconds, the guard uttered out "Go down the hallway...and turn left. T-There will be a door, leading to the main hall. You will find an elevator down to the bottom floor..." After this information was given, Fuyuki seemed to release his control over him, and the guard began to gasp for air. With all eyes off him, Jared quickly went invisible, rushed up to the guard and knocked him out with a light kick to the head, aimed at the temple. To everyone else, he probably just appeared to faint from oxygen deprivation, and Jared quickly scooped up the sub-machine gun, examining it as he did so. Heckler and Koch MP5, the most popular and used SMG in the world. Little recoil, high reliability, and can shoot upwards of 800 rounds a minute. The guard only seemed to have 2 magazines on him, not including the one already in the firearm. Shooting this thing at somebody for even 5 seconds would be almost a surefire kill unless they had body armor, and even then the chance of survival was low. Jared vowed to only use this thing if they were surrounded, storing it and the magazines in one of the pockets of his prison uniform, before pulling out the P320. 

Jared then rushed down the hall, making sure that the others followed behind, only stopping to catch his breath behind corners before reactivating his power. Their seemed to be a surprising lack of guards (Maybe Aimee's distraction worked better than thought?), and Jared made it to the elevator before the rest of the group. Even the main hall seemed to be barren... They probably evacuated the scientists. leaving the guards the only people left. Finding the elevator shaft, Jared quickly called the elevator, being sure to have it ready to head down as soon as the rest of the group caught up.