[hr][hr][center][h1][b][i][color=#cc33ff][center]Guinevere Stark[/center][/color][/i][/b][/h1][img]https://s22.postimg.cc/c9f7c4xn5/tumblr_n3hck7_QCAL1tsda0jo1_250.gif[/img][/center][hr][hr]	Guin bit her lip, wishing that her father had taught her more mechanical engineering as opposed to electrical engineering. She knew that vents were designed with a specific weight limit in mind and she was lucky that she was light enough. It also helped that she had spread herself out, trying to distribute her weight evenly, rather than concentrating in any single location. She closed her eyes and tried to speed her mind up, figuring out a rough estimation for the amount of force she'd have to use to kick out a single panel of the ducts. Once she got the number and tried to approximate what she'd have to do to make that happen, Guin began to move through the ducts. 

	[color=#cc33ff]"At least the metal isn't jagged,"[/color] Guin muttered to herself as she crawled. She knew that there was no incentive for the engineers to ensure that the metal on the inside of the ducts was smooth and safe to touch, as there was for the outside. Once she had judged she'd put plenty of distance between herself and Sterns, Guin bit her lip before she slammed her fist down on the panel in front of her. It gave out easily - but so did the one she was lying on. And rather than still being inside the building, she appeared to have crawled into a section of the ducts that went [i]outside[/i] before looping back in. 

	[color=#cc33ff]"Oh fuck..."[/color] Guin muttered as she began to quickly fall. She was on the fifth story and she tried to grab a fire escape, managing to slow her fall for a second before her grip slipped and she fell into an open dumpster. Fortunately, it was overflowing with garbage bags and cushioned her fall, but they didn't break it entirely. Someone had tried to throw away an old rocking chair and a piece of the wood became imbedded in her side and Guin screamed slightly. She had landed on her arm at a funny angle and she was pretty certain it was broken as well. 

	She took a deep breath, trying to get her bearings despite the immense pain she was in. She seemed to be in some sort of warehouse district - which she guessed made sense. She tried to shift to get out of the dumpster, but any movement only disturbed the wood lodged in her and she screamed again. It was the only thing keeping pressure on the wound as well, ironically. But she knew she couldn't stay there. Gritting her teeth and closing her eyes, she shoved her hips upwards and yanked herself off the broken rocking chair bit. She instantly started to bleed heavily all over the garbage and she rolled over, climbing out of the dumpster and falling to the ground on the sidewalk. [color=#cc33ff]"We are so screwed..."[/color] Guin mumbled, on the edge of consciousness. 

	[color=ed145b]"Who is the van registered to?"[/color] Pepper asked, back at the Malibu house. For whatever reason, she doubted it was stolen. Sterns didn't strike her as the type to steal a vehicle and leave an obvious trail because of it. If it hadn't been for Tony installing the Babysitter Protocol on P.H.I.L., he would have made a clean getaway with the kids. Maybe, if Sterns had created an alternate identity for himself to register the van under, they could find a building or house registered to him. He had to be taking the kids somewhere. 

	[color=8dc73f]"...Lance will figure out a way to signal us..."[/color] Banner mumbled.