[hr][hr][center][h1][b][i][color=cc33ff]Guin Stark[/color][/i][/b][/h1][img]https://i.postimg.cc/TYdcdDvW/giphy.gif[/img][hr][color=cc33ff][b]Location:[/b][/color] OMEN Facility -  Second Floor[/center][hr][hr]	All of the sudden, Guin was filled with a horrible sense of dread. She didn't know what was going on - not yet experienced enough with the mental link between herself and Pietro to know what she had just felt...the death of his future counterpart. The feeling reminded her of the first urge after getting clean - it hit her all at once and she couldn't stop reanalyzing it, only to come to nothing conclusive. [color=cc33ff]"Magneto...Mira....Th-there's something wrong,"[/color] Guin said, pulling her icer and shooting at the guards they had encountered. She knocked down three of them before she cartwheeled and grabbed the hand of the next guard, switching with him despite a few guards shooting at her. 

	[color=8493ca]"What do you mean Guin?"[/color] Mira asked, coughing slightly due to her sore throat.

	Guin didn't answer Mira for a moment. In the male body she was using, it took her a moment to adjust to the balance of the gun and how these new muscles responded. The agent, for his part, seemed to be confused and gawking in her body. Her first few shots only grazed her targets, injuring three, but she got in a kill shot on the next try. It hadn't been that long since her first kill - back at the quinjet - but it was a little easier this time. [color=cc33ff]"I don't know - it's like George Lucas is running through here streaking while screaming [i]I've got a bad feeling about this[/i] thing..."[/color] Guin tried to explain. 

	[color=8493ca]"...Uh..."[/color]

	Guin then took her host's radio and tossed it at her own body, only to switch back in time and she caught it flawlessly. [color=cc33ff]"Magneto, I need you to cover us. And Mira...get ready to belt,"[/color] Guin said. She fiddled with the radio settings until she found the broadcast to all frequency setting. [color=cc33ff][i]Babe, I need you to tell everyone to cover their ears on my signal, okay? It's that or your eardrums are toast.[/i][/color]

	[color=7ea7d8][i]"Wait what? Why?"[/i][/color] [color=cc33ff][i]Trust me, you'll want your ears covered. I'm going to unleash the scream of a freaking Mandrake - that's Mira - and broadcast it throughout the facility.[/i][/color] [color=cc33ff]"Mira, you ready? On the count of three, I need you to scream."[/color] [color=7ea7d8][i]"...Well then, that works."[/i][/color]

	[color=8493ca]"Y-Y-Yeah, I think so..."[/color] Mira said, taking a quick drink from her water bottle that she still had with her. Guin nodded. [color=cc33ff]"Good...One..."[/color]

	[color=cc33ff]"Two..."[/color]

	[color=cc33ff]"[i]...three![/i]"[/color][hr][hr][center][h1][b][i][color=0072bc]Dean Kesseli[/color][/i][/b][/h1][img]https://i.postimg.cc/CM9wcMhC/tenor.gif[/img][hr][color=0072bc][b]Location:[/b][/color] OMEN Facility - Cell Block (Area 51, Probably)[/center][hr][hr]	Dean's injuries seemed to have almost healed themselves, thanks to the quick healing speedsters (and wannabe speedsters) typically had. He got up from the floor, grateful for the scary moose and the even scarier Allison that had handled the agents. Oh, and Richard. He had done something too. [color=0072bc]"Yeah, cells work,"[/color] Dean agreed. He shooed the agents into the cells and shut the door on them, feeling a bit cathartic. 

	[color=0072bc]"Wow, that felt good...We should lock up people we don't like more often. Now I get why they did it to us in the first place..."[/color] Dean mused. There was a bit of a rush of power there. But mostly, he was glad to not currently be feeling like swiss cheese and he turned to face his companions. [color=0072bc]"So...anyone know which way of here is out?"[/color] Dean asked, only for Pietro to interrupt him. 

	[color=7ea7d8]"Hey, uh, guys? If you don't want to lose your hearing, I'd suggest we all plug our ears, like, right now,"[/color] Pietro said and Dean couldn't help but be confused. He really needed to figure out where Pietro was getting all of this information from.