[center][h3][color=00a99d]『𝔼𝕣𝕟𝕖𝕤𝕥』 [/color][/h3][/center]
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[center][img]http://i.imgur.com/3R5vYYi.png?2[/img][/center][hr][center][color=00a99d]𝕊𝕦𝕟: 𝕊𝕖𝕡𝕥. 𝟚𝟘, 𝟚𝟘𝟚𝟘   / /   𝕎𝕒𝕤𝕙𝕚𝕟𝕘𝕥𝕠𝕟, 𝔻.ℂ.   / /   ℂ𝕚𝕥𝕪   / /  ~𝟙𝟚𝟜𝟘[/color][/center][hr]
[color=00a99d][i]Chicago.[/i][/color]

Ernie watched Cat’s Cradle’s intervention through the pilfered binoculars around his neck, utterly horrified by the implications of their sudden appearance. But obliteration didn’t follow. The skylight was gone within a few efficient moments, their escape was completely unhindered by the efforts of the Precursor and D.C. military. The civilians continued screaming nonetheless and honestly, he couldn’t even blame them. He was sure that same single word was running through their minds too.

There was so much panic in the air, screams pounding his ears harder than any gunshot could. He doubted that he’d ever witness such raw, collective fear in his life ever again, even if he managed to live through this nightmare. Such reckless, unleashed emotion. A catastrophe that showcased the true filth of humankind as loved ones and wounded were abandoned and trampled. It should’ve been the most Stigma-empowering thing he’d ever basked in. It would’ve, if his comrades’ lives weren’t directly on the line because of this.

He didn’t have a clear view of the group from his perch so he needed to make do with the map on the communicator. A worried click of the tongue followed as he looked at the various groups on the map. Zoe was still determined to get that slime, even if it meant dragging Brent and others down with her. The Evacuation Team were in the quagmire of screaming Regulars. He knew what high-running emotions could do. They needed to get out of there. And the Strike Team…

The buzzcut Aberration paled as Hazel’s attack connected with Cal. He ducked down behind the barrier surrounding the rooftop, breaths going wild. Oh fuck. Everything was going too wrong, too fast.

His hands scrambled for the 'Transmit All' command. [color=00a99d]“Everyone, stay in your teams and get the fuck away from the Regulars. Rooftops, side-alleys, anywhere you can avoid them. Cat’s Cradle are here and people are going fucking mental. Lily, don’t leave the Evac Group. Slime Team’s just gonna have to deal with the consequences of their dumbass plan by themselves.”[/color]

An ominous rumble in the vicinity. A deathmatch between the Strike Team was the last thing they needed.

[color=00a99d]“Hazel’s gone psycho again. Sander and Cal might have it under control but…”[/color] A harsh breath. [color=00a99d]“Stay away from the north-east.”[/color]

His transmission ended there but he continued keeping an eye on the map. In the meantime, the Aberration snuck a peek over the edge of the roof. Such caution was probably unnecessary. Here on this rooftop, unseen by all the biggest threats in the city, he was probably in the safest position he could get.

[color=00a99d][i]Just like Wisford. This is what you wanted, right?[/i][/color]

His hand involuntarily clenched around the phone.