[center][color=fff200][h3]Farce - Panic[/h3][/color][@Spiffy][@Xandrya][@solokolos][@t2wave][@Old Amsterdam][@Eklispe][@T2Wave][/center]
Farce had an angry face as she walked over to the office and grabbed the intel she needed to get. Was it worth it...? Probably not, at this point. 

Walking outside of the room, she found the corpse of a headless Zach Kozel and simply stared. He was really dead. Sparce couldn't add anything to the situation and Farce didn't know what to do. This would be confusing enough to explain as it was already. Hell, the explanation to his parents would be even tougher to talk about.

As much of an idiot as Zach was... still... she'd miss him. He was a good team member. Sure, he was impulsive and a shut-away, but he had something not a lot of people had. A good heart. He was genuine with his actions and never had realized the negatives until it was too late. He went through life like that. At least, that's what the Twins knew of him. They didn't know him for very long, but they weren't going to shrug off the death.

[color=fff200]"Sorry to see you [i][color=00a99d]go like this, bud."[/color][/i][/color]

[hr][center][h3][color=8882be]Overlook - Running Over Overrun[/color][/h3][@BCTheEntity][@yoshua171][@solokolos][@Lugubrious][@Floodtalon][@Eklispe][@Old Amsterdam][/center]
Overlook sat near the warehouse, in a car trying to patch into the feed of the Eye from his laptop. It always had a spare camera, and he needed to see how the situation was developing for the Wards. 

The driver of the car, a PRT employee named Smith, simply looked to his right at the boy. "Aren't you going to get out, Overlook?"

[color=8882be]"No. I can hardly move on this metal leg, let alone fight on it."[/color] Overlook's eyes lit up with joy, then rage at the sight. That man... that was Martyr... or it looked like him. He was attacking the Wards with all he had, and it was... it wasn't a good sight. Hell, the Jacks didn't even seem like the Wards were a problem now.

What could Overlook even do, though? He wasn't a combatant, he was a support! 

Though... the supports do need to help sometimes... and the angle the car was at right now WAS perfect to avoid friendly casualties.

[color=8882be]"Smith. I'm going to sound dumb as hell here, but I need you to ram this car right into THAT wall."[/color]

"WHAT? Are you fucking crazy?"

[b]
[color=2e3192]"No. The wall we are facing is right behind a series of hostiles and out of range of the Wards. We'll survive."[/color][/b] Overlook's voice changed to his public-appearance voice as he readied his gun.

"... I swear to god... okay..."

The car jetted forward from the street, Overlook holding onto his seat for dear life as the car slammed right through the wall, landing on a series of different Overruns and potentially killing them. The car was dented, and Smith was scared as hell, but it did put a giant hole in the wall for people to run out of. 

Smith was gone from the car, having taken a chance to just leap from the door of the car and save his own skin. He was now running away from the fight as quickly as he could, not interested in fighting the super powered capes in there.

A gunshot rang out as Overlook got a headshot on one Overrun to his right, though, his head did lock onto looking at the aura coming from an individual, and the color of that aura was a definite bright-pink. [b][color=2e3192]"Shit, this isn't good."[/color][/b]