[right][h3]Creep[/h3]Sheila Hopkins [i]Outside Rockers HQ[/i][/right] Sheila bit together as she saw her grunts hit by arrows, of all things. She attempted to scan out where the arrows had come from as she wrote another message. She sent the coded equivalent of ‘front door is watched’, because there’d be such a code. She’d then attempt calling her fellow capes. [@BCTheEntity][@solokolos][@LemonZest1337] [color=7a5e6a]‘The opponents have an archer, it seems, the place is watched. Don’t advance on your own. It may be a lost battle, but there are Rockers unaccounted for inside.’[/color] … And because of Patriarch, anyone captured was considered gone and untrustworthy forever, which should be avoided at all costs. [color=7a5e6a]‘Regroup at spot B, I’ll try to contact our allies.’[/color] So she told, whispering, highly conscious of every sound she made even when invisible. Of course, if they had suggestions or reasons to claim she’s an idiot, now’d be the time. [@Old Amsterdam] Next course of action. Call the Broker, or any other individual whose number she’d collected during the alliance, be that her number to Thunderbolt if all else failed. [color=7a5e6a]‘This is Creep. The Rockers HQ is under attack, at least two parahumans and probably more I don’t know of yet. We’ll see what we can do, but help would be appreciated.’[/color] … If she reached someone to talk to, that is. While calling, she made her way to see if her other grunts were escaping safely, or if she needed to help. If not, she’d head for Spot B, which’d be a nearby apartment on the first floor with a missing tenant. Because moving at their enemy’s pace wasn’t optimal. Oh, yeah. She just left that civilian looking for work inside her HQ under attack. … Eh, hopefully they have the good sense to take cover.