[h2]Alessa Heather: PRT HQ[/h2]
Oh. His expression was painful to see. Certainly, he had been a friend... but, sadly, betrayal tended to ruin friendships soundly. That said, Elliot’s taunting of the boy was a bit much, especially the arm gesture, and Alessa glanced over quizzically, gently nudging him with her elbow as if to say “cut it out”.

Then came the word from Decoy. The Community was attacking the city en masse, in forces great enough to completely take over the Protectorate's entire attention - an unsettling- nay, terrifying thought, one that had Alessa’s eyes widening before she realised her fear was showing through. And though she would have protested at the idea of knocking Collin out, for all sorts of medical reasons, not least that he’d been knocked unconscious once before, worse yet was who they had to defeat to clear the PRT wholly of moles.

Protean. Their trainer. And as Decoy reminded them that he was the trainer for every Ward, the old adage ran through her mind: “I taught you everything you know, but I didn’t teach you everything [i]I[/i] know”.

Plus, he was freaking [i]powerful[/i]. At least physically. She imagined defeating him would be an all-or-nothing affair.

‘Do it, Lyn,’ she ordered, firmly but not harshly, and only after a moment of frenzied hesitation. ‘We don’t have time to waste. Once he’s handled, everyone follow me.’ Her last statement to Collin was a barely-audible ‘I’m sorry’, complete with regret plastering her face, regret that things had to be this way and for agreeing that he had to be knocked out cold once again; after that, she spun on her heel and began to power walk away from the scene, halfway to a run. They needed a plan, and they needed it very quickly indeed.