[h2]Raymond Haywood: Trainyard[/h2]
Feh. Cake, even if the one guard had come perilously close to wounding him - his power was doubtlessly part of how he’d managed that so efficiently. Now, it was just a matter of finding the box and getting out of there. And as he listened to everyone’s theories about how best to find it, it struck him that his ability might well be perfect for that. He didn’t need to fire the weapon in order to utilise its scope, after all…

And yet, at first glance, it seemed his efforts were in vain. Though he scoped in successfully, and remained at the far corner of the warehouse to start off in order to minimise the chance that he’d be wrenched round at an awkward angle, his attempt to target the box was utterly unsuccessful, despite the fact that he had a very clear image of it in his mind. Then what could be preventing him from focusing on it? Was it not there at all? Had they been had, so to speak?

...or maybe the gun simply wouldn’t be able to penetrate far enough to hit it? Quickly, he flicked the switch on his weapon, morphing it to match his former Steyr IWS 2000 - guns designed to kill humans were one thing, guns designed to obliterate military hardware were quite another. Mere crates would pose no significant obstacle.

This time, his aim was true, his body automatically pivoting to point him in the right direction. And oh, wouldn’t it be easy now to destroy the box with one quick pull of- no, NO. He had a goal, he was going to pull it off cleanly. Steadily, he pushed away from the wall, then began steadily pacing with his body facing the opposite wall, ensuring his neck was never wrenched as he moved, until he was certain of which pile the box was contained within, before scoping out again and quickly walking up to it. it seemed the same, naturally, as any of the other piles of crates in the warehouse, which would evidently be why it made such a good hiding place.

‘I’ve figured out roughly where the box is,’ he confirmed over the communicator. ‘Everyone converge on me. We’re going to need everyone’s help if we want to get out with it before the guards come back to consciousness.’ From the sound of things, though, they already had new company; piling everyone together therefore had the additional benefit of keeping them all comparatively safe, if perhaps a bit more prone to capture should one of their erstwhile foes bear the means to assault them all at once.