[hr][hr][center][h1][b][i][color=b93c3c]Arcturus Hale[/color][/i][/b][/h1][img]https://i.pinimg.com/originals/62/4c/ca/624cca17467decaf28e8236f7734c15c.gif[/img][hr][hr][b][color=b93c3c]Location:[/color][/b] The Framework
[b][color=b93c3c]Skills:[/color][/b] Telepathy[/center][hr]
With the guards at the front entrance being dispatched with ease, Arcturus made a careful mental note of the others' powers as they surfaced, at least the ones that had tangible effects on the world around them. It was helpful to know who to duck behind when the bullets were flying in [i]his[/i] direction, at least.

Though the urgency of the timed mission was not lost on him, it still wasn't [i]real[/i]. The stakes were low, like sitting an exam. Nikolova and Tinley's spat (if it could even be called that) would be less acceptable out in the field, but here in the Framework, not so much. Then again, if they royally fouled it up, a dressing down would be in order, and Arcturus couldn't think of anything worse.

[color=b93c3c][i]Good luck[/i][/color], he thought at Niah once the teams had split, encouraging in tone but quiet in volume. Although he did not catch any visible reaction, turned away as he was, he was fairly certain that it worked, and that he could transmit as well as receive. It would help him keep in contact with Agent Reed, so long as he wasn't limited by the distance, but quite frankly, her competency was intimidating and he didn't want to be a distraction as he figured out the ins and outs of his power.

Arcturus followed his team to the side-entrance, trailing behind the operations specialists who were better equipped to deal with any threats. Reaching out with his ability, he pushed past all of the presences he could recognise, familiar and foreign at the same time, to stay on the lookout for more guards in the vicinity of the side entrance. If nothing else, he would try to be an early warning system until they cleared the upper floors.