[center] [h3]PRT Team GO! The Mysterious Intel! [/H3]
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Protean followed the hand signals easily, taking up position and beginning to change his form. Moments later a conglomerate of animal parts remained. Something resembling a large spider with antlers and clawed paws stood near Hermes, large mandibles clicking softly.

While Hermes was thinking and communicating quietly with Decoy, Protean had already pushed forward, crawling along the walls and ceiling. Large holes puncture holes followed his progress, and then suddenly spider webbing shot forward onto several of the guards bullshiting around a coffee maker.

[Color=darkgreen]"I guess you could say they're too wrapped up in their conversation,"[/color] he said with a laugh.

Very faint muffled screaming could be heard from the floor where the goons were buried under silk. Protean let out what could only be described as excited chittering from his mandibles.

[Color=cyan]"You can deposit any armed individuals in the holding cells here at the PRT Headquarters,"[/color] Decoy replied to Hermes, sounding slightly exasperated. [Color=cyan]"I'll handle the restraints. You better get going, he's not likely to stop and wait for you."[/color]
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On the other side of the offices, Inkscape was slowly and methodically working through the hallway of doors. Many of the criminals he came across were left in a void, their clothing turned into straight jackets and restraints as the rooms were turned from boring offices into methodical pieces of artwork, all connecting together by a thread.