[hr][center][url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YlXCDViWfRU]T H R E A D S[/url][/center][hr] [center]CURRENT DATE -- 23/05/2047[/center] [hider=THREAD ONE -- Arbiter/Spellbound -- Basement] Right. Pair him with the weird one. ET sighed. Okay, they were all weird, but this one in particular was the weirdest. It was fucking Albuquerque, and the figure beside him was dressed entirely in black. Sure, so was he, but he had a high tech set of [i]liquid-cooled[/i] armor. It looked like...Spellbound was just wearing a cloak or something. Was she human? Who knew? [color=7ea7d8][i]Behave,[/i][/color] Gabbie chided. [color=7ea7d8][i]You’re not here to like everyone, but be respectful. These are dangerous people, and if you get me scuffed up fighting one of them, I’ll never let you inside me again.[/i][/color] ET focused on the first part of her words. [i]Right,[/i] he growled mentally. To Spellbound, he motioned with a hand. “I guess we’d better get in there then, eh? Goth Squad, roll out.” He waved at Dave, and another thump came from the cloaked car. Then the shotgun fell into his hand. Close range called for something with a little more spread. It was loaded, he knew. Safety on, but that was an easy mental switch. [i]We’ll be back in a bit. Call if you need us, all right? If someone shows up looking threatening, use the Funhouse.[/i] He set off towards the bunker, footfalls light with servo-powered balance and control. — Spellbound followed the armor clad figure with a low sigh. She’d always hated technology. There was something about fancy electronics that rubbed wizards the wrong way. Magic and technology didn’t always interact well and the results could be unpredictable in the worst of ways. The sorts of ways that resulted in an arcane superintelligent AI hellbent on world domination. Not that Spellbound would know. Certainly not. She didn’t know who Arbiter was. He was loud and brash. He talked too much. He produced an excess of carbon dioxide. He made jokes. All traits she found annoying. Not that it mattered. She would work with anyone, no matter how annoying, no matter how morally compromised provided it brought her to Hex’s killer. Morals were a matter for the living. The dead had all the time in the world to explain their actions. Entering a magical bunker without preparation hardly seemed like the wisest of tactical choices, but Spellbound didn’t care. If it was a trap, she’d punch her way out of it. Arbiter seemed likely to be an excellent shield if it came down to it. He was full of enough metal. And metal could easily be repurposed. — As the two stepped inside from behind the opened iron door, the interior sprung to life. Rows of strip lighting flashed on leading the way down a bright, white corridor that wasn’t too unlike a hospital wing. Windows were set into walls on either side, but it was hard to make anything out from the doorway. If the two hadn’t just crossed the threshold from the desert and into the room, they might have felt like they were in the most polished and advanced hospital in the country. There was a distinct smell, like disinfectant with something truly [i]sour[/i] underneath it. The light at the end of the corridor flickered on and off. — “Great.” ET winced at the sudden smell. Had someone died in here? Certainly looked like the place for it. He hefted the shotgun higher, just slightly. He didn’t really expect anything--at least, Gabbie had yet to pick anything up that worried him, and between the two of them, ET was relatively sure they could handle it. Actually, that brought up a good point. He turned to Spellbound. “Not to butt in or anything, but what, uh… what’s your powerset?” Hopefully she would understand the merit of knowing who was watching her back. He decided to go first as a show of good faith. “Suit gives me super strength, super reflexes, super stealth, and plenty of computing power. Personally, I don’t do much; Gabbie does all the work.” — Where others might have welcomed conversation to break the eerie silence of the strange place, Spellbound felt only annoyance. The chattering of her unwelcome partner distracted her from the magic of the place. She had noted the smell and the wrongness of the corridor as soon as they had entered. But it didn’t bother her too much. Few things still did. “I’m the muscle,” Spellbound finally continued, raising two closed fists. “No tech. No magic. Just me.” “I’ll take the punches and I’lI hit back harder,” she added with a roll of a shoulder. It took several steps before the pale superhero seemed to remember what ET had said. She turned back towards the souped up copper with a confused tilt of her head. “Who’s Gabbie?” — “My armor,” he said simply. Now they were getting somewhere, but he didn’t want to push his luck too far. “X-ray sensors, infrared, grapple-attachment, the works. I’m not a real super, but I work with what I can get. Mostly I punch shit, too.” Maybe they could find common ground in violence. — During their conversation, the light stopped flickering, and just remained on. There was nothing too strange about that, right? One might have thought the lights were simply warming up but after a good thirty seconds, the light at the end of the corridor turned red. — Stable lighting was good. Stable red lighting? Bad. “Gabbie, anything?” [color=7ea7d8][i]Nothing, hotshot. I think we’re cut off from the outside, too. I can’t get Dave to reply.[/i][/color] “Shit.” ET glanced at Spellbound. “Fists up. I have a hunch. Bad one.” He hefted the shotgun, and mentally keyed in the “electro-fist” augment on his hands. A ring of sparks jumped to life around his knuckles, sizzling in the air as he flicked the safety off on the gun. -- “You don’t think the ominous red light is friendly?” Spellbound asked. Despite her sarcasm, Spellbound suspected that the tin man was right. There was something very wrong with corridor they were in and the light was not helping the vibes. She couldn't feel any magic, not yet. Not that she trusted her feeling. Magic had never felt the same since Hex had tried to save her. It was a cold, distant thing now. Taking a step forward, Spellbound raised both her fists in boxing stance antiquated long before her birth, “Let’s find out though, shall we, Mr. Tin Man? Whatever is its, it can only kill us in some horrible way.” [/hider] [hider=THREAD TWO -- Avant-Garde/Stardust -- Roof] Maysah cocked an eyebrow as the others attempted to solve the mystery of the rocks that shouldn’t exist, her tongue clicking as Hex’s illusion was dispelled with less effort than she had anticipated. It was always struck Maysah as odd how little anyone seemed to know when it came to Hex’s powers. At times, she believed that her former friend rivalled, if not surpassed, her; other times she couldn’t help but wonder if he was little more than someone with a couple of parlor tricks who knew the right people. Regardless, she was certain he liked how vague it was. Added a bit of mystery to the man.[i]Perhaps his old sidekick could shed some light on that too,[/i] she thought as she slipped her phone into her backpack. [i]Among other things.[/i] She sidled up to Lazlo and overlooked the hidden crater. Maysah didn’t know how much it cost to build a secret lair in the middle of nowhere, but a rough estimate told her that either Hex had a very profitable side hustle or her choice to remain unaffiliated from teams, sponsors, and corporations had been a significant financial blunder. Not that the money had mattered to her. Still, it would’ve been nice to have a beach hideout in, say, Morocco to spend the years instead of hiding in plain sight in a cold, Canadian flat. She frowned. Now wasn’t the time for daydreams. They had a job to do. “I’ll look for an access,” said Maysah as she dropped her bag at Lazlo’s feet. “Don’t lose that. Meet you down there.” There were two ways into the crater: the normal way of slowly winding down a gravel path to the clearing below while trying to maintain your footing, and Maysah’s way. Before Lazlo had a chance to protest about carrying her bag, she took two steps forward and dropped off the sheer cliffside of the crater. Purple light crackled to life around her as she half-fell, half-slid down the rockwall, taking just a second to steady herself as she hit the ground before she did a lap around the building. A ladder on the westside of the building caught her eye. She dispersed her energy and, after smoothing out her hair, beckoned for Lazlo to join her. Lazlo hadn’t expected Dying Light to work out that well. Though he never would have admitted it, he was somewhat excited for what was behind the illusory spell Hex had casted as it faded away in a shimmering mist. Was it a cave? A gigantic spire? An ancient castle? Well, the picture of a crater didn’t exactly fit his expectations of what a wizard’s secret hideout should have been. The artist found himself unnerved by the desolate look of Hex’s base, taking note of Addison’s instructions in the background. Would there be any traps? Should they plan it out further before they began entering the base? Was someone still living inside the base? Well, Stardust apparently didn’t have an issue with asking those questions as the living glow-stick dropped her bag to him and jumped down in a burning streak of beryl neon. The Third Rail would have advocated for conspicuity but what good was conspicuity in a barren desert with superhumans by his side? Lazlo pulled up Masyah’s bag, making sure that the sling was tight on his shoulder. He flicked off Dying Light’s flame, hooking the candle to his belt, before drawing out another trinket. The splotchy textures of water-color was soothing to his skin as he grasped Iron Cloud by its grip, unfurling open the roof of the umbrella. He leapt off the side, Iron Cloud preventing him from breaking his legs by slowing his descent to a sluggish crawl. Floating downwards like an autumn leaf, Lazlo touched the ground with his tip-toes next to where Masyah was standing. “I appreciate the scouting, senora Stardust, but next time…..” He closed Iron Cloud and tossed Masyah’s bag back towards her. She caught it with a huff, the hint of a smirk playing with her cheeks. “ Handle your own luggage.” He grabbed a rung of the ladder with one hand, pulling out a spray can by his side like a loaded gun. “ Now, let’s see what Hex was hiding in his casa….” Lazlo began climbing up slowly, taking care not to put too much stress on the ladder. Some of the joints could have rusted in the last couple of years or so. Atop the ladder was a hatch, built into the structure. A heavy door with a dusty glass panel in the centre - dust on both sides it seemed. No amount of light shone into it would give a clue as to what was inside. The handle stuck out - as it begging to be pulled at… “You really are Harrison’s pupil,” said Maysah as she joined Lazlo in front of the rooftop’s door. “He was also always lacking in manners when we worked together. Pardon me.” Maysah bumped against Lazlo’s shoulder as she brushed past the man. It wasn’t a hard knock by any means, but it was almost certainly intentional. She briefly examined the door and then held her hand up to stop Lazlo from stepping too close as she flared back up. Her light didn’t penetrate the glass, even with her glowing like a purple Christmas tree. Her eyes fell upon the handle. Even if it was locked, she would easily be able to force her way in. Her only concern was any possible charm Hex had placed on the door. The glow around her body began to shimmer and ripple as her plasma wrapped a shield around herself. Better safe than blown off the rooftop. “I’d suggest sticking behind me. I don’t see Harrison as the kind to boobytrap a door, but then again, I didn’t see Harrison as the kind to have a hidden lair in New Mexico,” said Maysah. She gave Lazlo a moment to get positioned, and then she opened the door. “ Gracias, senora.” Lazlo had grumbled after Stardust had brushed him by the shoulder, a tinge of annoyance in his voice before whispering underneath his breath as he followed her. “ Gillipollas.” How dare she’d compare him to Hex, that cabron de - The tension in his nerves washed away just as another cycle of aerosol paint filtered into his mask like a breath of fresh air. The metallic taste of red never stopped getting old. As the door opened, he slipped out Dying Light, half-melted with droppings of wax on the etched brass pan-handle. The curled black, burnt wick coughed back to life with a bluebell glow. He lifted it outwards while opening up Iron Cloud in front of him to act as a shield. A thought struck him. What if someone or something was still alive inside there? Sure, Hex was dead but that didn’t mean that his house was empty. Traps could be both alive and not alive, both equally deadly in their own way. He held his breath, an umbrella and a candle held in both of his hands. One to light the dark and another to shield the light. The balance comforted him. The inside was simply a shack, nothing particularly special about it at all. One small room, really only big enough for the two of them - but on the wall a display screen, and a keyboard beside it, just buttons - no markings of letters or numbers of any kind. Maysah let out a quiet grunt as she squeezed into the room, her purple glow swirling around with Avant-Garde’s blue light on the black screen of the display. She avoided touching the screen or the keyboard out of concern that she would fry them with an electromagnetic pulse. Maysah turned to her partner with folded arms, her eyes narrowing ever so slightly. She had heard a hiss of a spray can just moments ago, but assumed it had been Avant-Garde preparing for an encounter. She jerked a thumb towards the keyboard. “Give it a whirl,” she said. Avant Garde approached the display at her invitation. He wasn’t a crack hacker by any means but you didn’t get around the He set down Dying Light on the table, illuminating the inside of the room. It was coated in a thin film of dust and cobwebs but it was otherwise unvarnished despite the fact that it’d been left here for some time. “ Mierda…. Can’t make this out…” He clicked his tongue. “ Well, here goes nothing, then.” Just before deciding to take a leap, he took out Cloak of Night and wrapped it around himself like a child would in a blanket. Just extra insurance in case anything happened that would end him up in an early grave. He pressed one button down on the keyboard, waiting for something to happen. The screen turned on. The only colour it seemed to be able to produce was green. One by one, a block appeared displaying something inside of the building. A room, a hallway. The room that took the centre screen block was dark though, dark as night. Of the nine locations displayed on the CCTV, each had a corresponding number. But the one in the centre, it’s text in the corner simply read [i]?[/i]. Well, that went better than expected. Still wrapped in Cloak of Night, Lazlo’s shuddered gasps came out as calm gasps through the respirators of his gas masks. For all he knew, he could have activated some sort of booby trap by pressing those keys. Thankfully, Hex was merciful enough not to kill him for his foolishness. The security cameras, however, were another matter entirely. He muttered to Stardust as he stared into the TV. “ Strange, this looks like Hex installed a security system inside this entire building. As far as I can tell, no one’s living inside.” He tapped the center video. “ This one’s different, though. Perhaps, it’s some sort of puzzle?” “Maybe it’s just broken,” said Maysah as she stepped in behind Avant-Garde to get a better look at the screen. It didn’t make sense to her to install a security camera only to obscure its feed, but then again it didn’t make sense to install cameras at all if Harrison was the only one using this facility. Ones of the perimeter, absolutely, but the interior? Perhaps he was squatting on an old test site; some kind of experimental laboratory. It’d explain the location, his unaccounted for funding, and the need for a security room in the first place. “Just try hitting a few more buttons? I honestly doubt it’s even a puzzle, but you knew Harrison better than I did. Was he a fan of giving you cryptic tasks for you to solve to help nurture your mind so it was better prepared to solve a mysterious crime?” she asked, her voice falling flat as she added, “Or were you just spitballing?” [/hider] [hider=THREAD THREE -- The Tower/Beacon/Addison -- The Front Door] [color=lightblue]”Aye, sounds good. Beacon, cover our rear. Let's move up to the door and give it a knock.”[/color] Alex followed right behind Addison, taking point ahead of the woman so his toughened body could stand between her and any potential threats. The thump of his combat boots on the hard-packed dirt raising little clouds of dust as he and his sister made their way forwards with Addison between them. As the big Brit reached the front door of the bunker, he stopped to take a knee, staring intently at the door. Thought the agent couldn't see it, his optics were scanning the door for structural integrity, material composition and any weaknesses in its construction. His sister, meanwhile, was knelt next to Addison, her fingertips glowing dimly with power. Shirley didn't know much about the assignment, only that the woman next to her was in charge and that she was the one that had sent out the SOS looking for capes to investigate Hex's death. So here she was, out in the desert with her brother and several other capes she barely knew, risking her life so she could find out what had happened to her friend. Just as it had been to dispel the illusion, it was all too easy to open the door. It groaned out as Addison pushed it - a heavy thing indeed. Once the gap was wide enough she slipped inside - finding only darkness, and the scent of dry, stale air. As if it hadn’t been opened for thousands of years - as if this was an ancient tomb from civilisations past. After her, Alex and Shirley entered too, until the three of them stood in a long room, the chill gave Addison the impression that the walls were stone - solid stone and metres thick, which would be impossible. The door had simply been steel, and the outer frame of the bunker was like a ramshackle warehouse… “Are you seeing this?” she asked her two companions as she pulled out a flashlight - shining it over the walls to illuminate the room somewhat. A flight of stairs leading down, down, down - deeper into the crater. A thin layer of sand beneath her feet that sat atop stone. The officer moved around the entrance, her beam of light finding that it was less of a room, and was in fact a cave - a tunnel even. If the outside was to have been believed, this should have been a room - with four walls and a ceiling - but this was an ominous tunnel with a flight of even more ominous stairs - and complete silence, only the scuff and shuffle of boots. As she turned to face the entrance again, her eyes widened and her mouth hung open; “what the fuck,” she gasped, moving back to the door she’d pushed open. It was gone. Only a stone wall left behind. [color=lightblue]”Aye. Not sure if I can believe it or not. Then again, this [i]is[/i] Hex we’re talking about here.”[/color] Alex and Shirley had entered just after Addison had; the big man baulked a little at letting the mostly unarmoured agent go ahead of him but if she wanted to, she could. He helped her push open the heavy steel door after determining it wasn’t booby-trapped with his optics, leaving it open for his sister to enter after him. Once inside, the twins set their optics to low-light mode as Addison switched on her flashlight. Alex did another cursory scan of the room they were in, trying to determine where they were exactly, seeing as how the outside didn’t match the inside. And then Addison swore, which turned the both of them around to find the stone wall where the door had been. Alex immediately moved over to the wall and assessed it both with his enhanced optics and with his hands, scrabbling over the stone to attempt to find any seams or hidden latches. [color=lightblue]”Bloody hell- What in the world?!”[/color] Shirley’s powers went to work, her hands lighting up like lamps as she held them close to the wall to help her brother search for a switch or something that would open the door again. She stole a glance to Addison, still confused as she stood at the top of the stairs. [color=lightgreen]”This feels an awful lot like Hex’s doing, agent Reynolds. We should investigate downstairs too.”[/color] Addison struggled with it. She knew what her eyes had seen outside, and yet this was something different entirely. Beacon was right though, this was Hex's work through and through. "Looks like we're not going to get out the way we came in… Only way is down there," she commented, waving her light at the stairs. She was apprehensive to say the least, but still she took the lead in front of the supers, moving slowly down, a hand resting on a holster with her gun. Like it would do anything - but at least she had the siblings with her. They'd make that pistol look like child's play between the two of them. "Anything either of you can do for the lighting in this place?" She asked, her own light not doing much in the thick dark the further they descended. And as well as that, she spared a quiet thought to the other two teams… Just what the hell had they been confronted with? [color=lightgreen]”Here, let me.”[/color] While not as armoured as her brother, Shirley moved forward past the two of them, her left hand raised up high as she amped up her light generation, making her hand shine as bright as a neon sign, illuminating the staircase downwards. As she made her way down the stairs, her brother followed just behind her, hands open and loose just in case they needed to move fast. Before he went down, Alex turned to glance at Addison. [color=lightblue]”Might want to stay behind me. If I know Hex, this place is gonna have more than just bullets waiting for people who step in the wrong places. My armour can take it. Your’s can’t.”[/color] "Sure, can't argue with that," Addison replied, letting Alex take the lead. With the lights on, the bottom of the stairs could be seen, not too far - and at least there was a bottom. It was more of the same stone tunnel, to the point that Addison continued to wonder if she was really in an ancient pyramid. Aladdin's damned cave of wonders. She didn't feel frightened, in fact there was a layer of excitement that she could still feel, and she took her hand away from her gun, feeling that the chance of threats was minimal. "You ever seen anything like this?" She asked the siblings as she came to the final step, moving forwards just enough until she felt a sudden breeze, like an updraft. "What the-" she said as she swivelled on a foot to see that the stairs were gone - and there was only a wall again. Ahead of them, another staircase - the same one. "I'll ask again… You ever seen anything like this?" Alex led on as they approached the bottom of the staircase, with him in front and Shirley at the rear. As the stairs mysteriously disappeared, it caught them by surprise, with Alex moving to the wall where the stairs had been to check it once more with his hands. At Addison’s question, the siblings exchanged a glance between them and simultaneously shook their heads. [color=lightblue]”Nope.”[/color] [color=lightgreen]”Never.”[/color] “What do we do now?” She asked, looking to the siblings for their advice, wondering all the while whether they would continue to move around and around in circles. “Maybe we need a spotter,” she offered, not waiting for one of them to answer. “Someone to watch the wall so it…. Doesn’t move?” [color=lightgreen]”I’ll stay,”[/color] Shirley offered, her hands still aglow with light. [color=lightgreen]”Besides, I’ve got my own light. I can hold my own. Go on ahead, if something happens, we’ve got the pagers.”[/color] [color=lightblue]”Shi- Beacon, you sure that’s a good idea?”[/color] Alex stopped for a moment, giving his sister a glance. She shrugged in response, casting her hands about the small room they were in. [color=lightgreen]”Not like I’ve got much else to do here.”[/color] “Be careful,” Addison said, her voice laced with the authority that only a special agent could muster. The weight of the shit she’d seen go down was heavy. She thought of Jackson, he partner and how he was barely buried and here she was - already on another case. That was life, though. “Come on,” she said, turning to The Tower - surprisingly grateful to have him for company as she headed with him down the staircase. “You have anything like this in your homeland?” she asked, trying to make conversation - break the tension, make anything feel normal as they made their way through a place that was almost supernatural in it’s quality. At the bottom of the stairs, the scene had changed now - and there was simply two paths. Left and right. A fork in the road. Alex shook his head, watching the glow of his sister’s lights fade into the distance while he moved ahead with Addison. The lights were replaced by the glow of his own cybernetics, soft blue lights from indicators and his eyes as they approached the fork in the path. [color=lightblue]”Nope, never seen anything like it. I think the closest thing I’ve seen is, like, the Knights Anglais base in the Tower of London. But the hallways don’t change like in Harry Potter. Not like this.”[/color] At the fork, Alex stopped. [color=lightblue]”Hmm. Should we go one way first and try the other if it doesn’t work out?”[/color] [/hider] A solid plan was occurring within the bunker. Several solid plans, actually. A set of superheroes on a mission to save the world from the end of days. A magician, a technopath, and lightshow on legs. A walking reactor, a walking fortress, and the walking dead. Addison had put together quite the team to handle this threat. Unfortunately, she had also put together the last of the superheroes in the world who seemed to give a shit. A pretty little package, all in one place. ET felt the danger like a punch in his gut. A new voice in his head, moving at ten kilometers per second. [color=9e0b0f].//TARGETLOCKSOLIDCOPY.//MISSIONDESTROY.ASSET1632.//MISSONDESTROY.BYSTANDERS.//IMPACTINGINT-MINUS15SECONDS.// .//TARGETLOCKSOLIDCOPY.//MISSIONDESTROY.ASSET1632.//MISSONDESTROY.BYSTANDERS.//IMPACTINGINT-MINUS14SECONDS.// ...[/color] "What the fuck?" he hissed, before his years of training snapped into him like a shot of Everclearer. Fuck indeed. Addison had given them fucking [i]pagers[/i] for communication. He tapped into his with a single minded fury and sent out a message which he hoped would be received. [i]MISSILE EN ROUTE. BIG MISSILE. 10 SECONDS. FIND COVER AND BRACE.[/i] He also reached out to all the cybernetics in the group, and the phones in the group. They were all amenable to his words, given that the alternative was complete extermination. He felt Dave speed into reverse outside. At the very least, he wouldn't lose Dave. Again. He whirled to Spellbound. "Change of plans. We have to get to cover [i]now[/i]." He didn't wait to answer what kind of cover, given that they were in a metal bunker, but he had a feeling whatever was coming was going to make a real mess of things here. He set off down the hall at a sprint, silent as the servos in his suit balanced and weighted him perfectly. At the first door he found, he wrenched it open and yanked Spellbound inside, heedless of any protests. The room was a dead end. That was fine. They were in a bunker, so a dead end was to be expected. ET turned and heaved the door closed behind him, and then flicked his wrist. Gabbie, enhanced over years by his tinkering, popped a fusion torch into his hand. He proceeded to lock the door behind them in a most permanent fashion. Hopefully it would be enough.[hr] The missile was not nuclear, but it was nonetheless devastating. When it struck the bunker, it punched through a solid three feet of metal at the top of the building. It's momentum was lost, and the missile was stuck in the roof, but the hundred gigajoule payload it contained wasn't so hindered. The explosion would have been enough to wipe a moderately-sized town off the face of the planet. A payload half its size was used in an airstrike in 30 years ago against a superpowered terrorist cell in Europe. Inside the bunker, roaring flames traveled faster than eyeblinks through the tunnels. Enchantments and spells fizzled away from the raw fury of high-yield explosives. Any doors not fused shut were blasted inward at the seam, as the fires of judgement found their way to the exits of the building, and every nook and cranny besides. In an interesting twist, there was no mushroom cloud. The explosion was immense, but brief, with no dirt to toss up. A torrent of force, followed by a torrent of fire, then nothing. Some supers would probably have been able to shrug it off, given enough advance warning. They were a wily bunch. One super, in particular, had survived just fine. In the deepest recess of the bunker, a shattered glass tank spilled a clear, bubbling fluid onto the floor. Cords had stretched from the walls to the tank, to whatever...whoever had been inside. Now, the room was empty, except for the hiss of pneumatics, and a blaring siren.[hr] ET punched the door off its hinges with a grunt. Maybe fusing himself into the room hadn't been the best idea, but it wasn't like there'd been a ton of time for him to think of a better plan. The hall outside was shredded, blackened, and damaged beyond repair. Pipes hung from the ceiling, and patches of the floor had seemingly vanished into thin air. "Fuck." he said again, before sending another pager message. Fucking pagers. [i]WHO'S LEFT?[/I]