[center][h2][color=turquoise]Healer[/color] & [color=green]Mantis[/color] - Warehouse[/h2][/center][center][sub]A collaboration by [@Spiffy] and yours truly[/sub][/center]
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It seemed as if a little too much time had passed, enough for Genevieve to pull herself to her feet as she scanned her surroundings in search of the rest of her team. By pure luck, she spotted Judah one flight above her, and from the quick glance she'd managed to get, he din't look too good.

[I]Fuck...[/I]

Genevieve rushed to the stairs, but not before stopping by one of the thugs who was only half conscious. She wasted no time climbing on his back and pushing his head against the ground to keep it there. There was no movement at first, but then the thug started struggling. He was struggling and then he started to scream as his neck slowly started to develop a wound. Blood pooled underneath him, and Genevieve locked her elbows to keep him in place as she delivered the last few bits of negative energy.

"Thanks for that," she whispered, getting off the dead man as she hurried up the stairs and over to Judah. Genevieve nearly lost her footing as she crouched down next to him. The knife still lodged into his leg was somewhat of an issue, and she only hoped he wouldn't hate her for it. 

"This might hurt..." she whispered, firmly using one hand to hold down his leg while her free one wrapped around the handle of the knife to pull it out in one quick motion. But as she did so, more blood started to pour out. Genevieve was quick to address the wound as she pressed both hands against it, yet the sight of so much blood made her lose focus, and as Judah's wound started to heal, a small scratch started to form on her leg. She grit her teeth and worked through the pain up until up until there was no sign of damage except for the hole in Judah's pants and the blood surrounding it. 


As Genevieve removed the blade from his leg, Judah's eyes popped open as he grunted in pain. His blood loss was apparent. Judah turned to see his savior in the process of healing his leg, [color=green][i]"How long have I been out?"[/i][/color] he thought to hinself. From the look of the situation around them, not very long. His submachine gun laid nearby, barrel still smoking.

As the wound closed Judah felt the pain subside. It was a real miracle. His femoral artery had completely closed up and been repaired like nothing had happened. Everything except for his blood loss problem he found, after he nearly blacked out again. He shook himself awake and muttered, [color=green]"Thanks. I thought I was dead."[/color] Then he struggled to get back on his feet. Unfortunately, he did not have the strength to do so and only managed to fall against the railing.

Genevieve gave Judah some space for him to get back up on his feet. "Don't worry, you're far from dead right now-"

At that moment, his legs couldn't hold him up and he crashed against the railing, making Genevieve act purely on instinct as she scolded him. 

"Hey, you got up too quick! You have to be careful!" She did her best to get him to sit comfortably on the ground, but their weight difference combined with the cut in her leg made the job a little harder than she imagined.  "Sit tight for a few minutes to get some of your energy back, you need it. The rest can wait; I don't think we're in any immediate danger at this point."

Genevieve felt the warmth of the blood soaking around her wound. It wasn't as bad as Judah's, but it was deep enough for it to bleed. To ease some of the discomfort, Genevieve transferred all her weight to her other leg, looking around as she did so. 


[color=green]"Sorry,[/color] he replied, [color=green]"I don't usually sit still.."[/color] The whole situation was bad. The loss of a fellow member and friend made everything hard. Judah couldn't wait until they got out of that place.

While resting he was contemplating a plan even in his weak state, [color=green]"Genevieve ..we need to get out before the first responders show up.."[/color] Judah was wary  of Whipstitch in their situation, but perhaps Farce could talk some sense into her. 

Just then, Axel bounded over to Judah and whimpered. All the yelling and Judah's emotions had made him cower in fear. Fortunately he was alright. Axel nuzzled Judah's hand as he sat. Judah patted him softly. Glad that he was still around to see his best friend. Then the kind canine brushed against Genevieve as if to say, [color=lightblue]"Thanks for saving him."[/color]

"Aww, well aren't you adorable." Genevieve leaned forward to softly scratch the area behind the dog's ear. "Don't you worry about a thing, okay? We're all alright."

Her half-hearted smile was an indicator that she wasn't terribly confident backing up her own statement, but it's not like she had to explain herself to the dog. "And yes, I'm afraid you're right," she changed the subject, looking down at Judah, "I'll help you up, but you have to do slowly, that's all. Can't have the both of us needing help."

Stretching out an arm, Genevieve motioned for Judah to get on his feet.

Judah strapped his MP5 to his back. Then slowly, cautiously, Judah reached out with one arm and clasped Genevieve's wrist and with the other pulled up on the handrail. With her help he was able to get back on his feet. Once there, he wrapped an arm around Genevieve's shoulder for support. With the other he continued to hold on that handrail. 

Together they made their way down the stairs of the warehouse to the ground level. Bodies littered the floor, dead, unconscious, or groaning. They had only been there for a few minutes, but the carnage that they had wrought and received was astounding. Their ally...dead from a freakish parahuman hit. They would both get what was coming to the-no! Revenge was not their objective right now. That would come later. For now they would get the intel and get out.

Axel followed behind, happy to see his master up and about. Judah motioned to Farce and asked, [color=green]"Did you find the intel?"[/color] He waited for a reply and stated, [color=green]"Let's roll out before more freaks show up or worse, [i]the cops[/i],"[/color] he gave off a slight smirk . Considering he was former law enforcement, now FBI agent, the irony was not lost on him. 

Judah contemplated taking Zach's body with them, but considering he was a parahuman, the duo responsible for his death would be on the PRT's most wanted list. If they were apprehended, Lethal Force wouldn't even have to go after them. That is, if the PRT found everything out. He could only hope..