[h1][b][i][center][color=ForestGreen]Ayita Dyrkin[/color][/center][/i][/b][/h1]
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[center] [b][color=ForestGreen]Location[/color][/b] Cells[/center]
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Ayita snorted and carefully plodded after Dean as he ushered the OMEN agents towards the cells. There was no reason to change back and give them a opportunity to attack. As the door shut with a sound of finality she could only agree with Dean. There was a reassurance when a threat was locked away. Though she could not get the horror of hearing that sound upon herself. It made the beasts beneath her skin shiver with worrisome nerves. Bone and flesh bent and twisted as the moose appeared as the tall human form of Ayita.

Cocking her head at Pietro, she made a questioning noise. [color=ForestGreen]"Plug our ears?"[/color] Whatever was going on, she was confused by the advice that bordered on an outright demand. Striding over to the dead men, Ayita quickly checked pocketes and ripped apart cloth. They were dead and wouldn't be needing it. But she was on a look out for the little bulbs called 'earplugs'. Perhaps they had some? She was keen of ear and eye. That someone was telling her to shut down a sense was unnerving. Pulling two pairs free from her search she shoved one set into her head and snapped to make sure she couldn't hear anything. Satisfied she pressed the second pair into Allison's ears, snapping to check that they were in.

[hr][hr][h1][b][i][center][color=Olive]Richard Laine[/color][/center][/i][/b][/h1]
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[center] [b][color=Olive]Location[/color][/b] Cells[/center]
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Richard would never admit it but he was relieved when the OMEN agents surrendered. As ruthless as he was, killing these people would not help their image and while he never cared about the mutant image... Well, he hadn't had his sister with him then. Still he kept a sharp eye on the stair well, ignoring the massive moose that plodded by. Thankfully she didn't have horns being a female and all, he could image that doors would be a bit bothersome. The thought made his lips curl slightly.

Hearing the light footsteps of Ayita shortly behind him as he walked over the bodies, he didn't pay her much mind as he began to systematically search them for what they might need to get out of this facility. Weapons were a must, as was ammo. A gun was hardly useful if it didn't have bullets. While he could respect Ayita's taste for a bow, as arrows were easier to get, he still saw more use for the devastating effect of a solid glock. Coming up empty aside from empty hand guns he still picked those up, thrusting one at Pietro and Lance. Keeping the other for himself as he noted Ayita had hers in hand. He also shoved earplugs at the two, putting a set in himself. Satisfied, he turned to the stairs and gestured that he was going to keep going.