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Grace listened closely to Tom's very rousing (and quiet) speech. [color=SteelBlue]"Like hell anything bad is going to happen to them, because we're going to bust them out and then get them the hell out of this fucked up mafia complex. THEN, we're gonna come back with reinforcements and free any other heroes that these sickos may have trapped here!"[/color] Grace couldn't help but crack a thin smile. [color=DarkOrchid]"At least you have [i]a[/i] plan,"[/color] she said hopefully, crawling over to where Tom was looking. Unfortunately, there wasn't enough hole space for her to look as well, so she simply hovered by Tom's side. When he stopped looking, she could tell by the expression of his face that what he had seen was not good. She shivered as they said that they had found Patricia. Poor girl. 

[color=DarkOrchid]"What are you...ah, smart,"[/color] Grace commented, crawling after Tom and following him into the new dark space, one that she presumed was above the main hall where the meeting had taken place, crouching by the other peephole that Tom had found. Tom then turned to her, shining her in the face with the flashlight, causing her to fall back quite stupidly. She blinked a few times, regaining her bearings, as she listened to his request. She quickly grew mortified. [color=DarkOrchid]"Tom, no, I can't do that! It's too dangerous, they'll go on alert, they'll find us, and they'll probably kill us on the spot. And plus, I'm a little low on energy right now..."[/color] She held out her palm, a small portal flickering in and out of existence. [color=DarkOrchid]"And I can hardly see. This is going to probably end badly..."[/color] 

Grace rolled up her sleeve. Her watch was PHANTOM standard gear that allowed her to send communications to others quickly and also contained an abundance of other features. Unfortunately, it had been connected to her phone, which was currently dead as a doornail. She turned back to Tom, taking deep breaths. Her normally clear-cut English was replaced by a Korean accent, and she tripped over a few words as she spoke. [color=DarkOrchid]"We should really get help..."[/color] she whispered to him as she nudged him out of the way, looking for the peephole. [color=DarkOrchid]"We can't fight a whole manor of people alone. Use your phone and call your Director. Or anybody. Please,"[/color] she whispered to him, looking down through the hole again and running through some mathematical equations in her head. She took one more prolonged breath and raised her hand. A swirling portal appeared in front of her, but it seemed shakier than usual, the portal flickering in its shape and size and spewing purple sparks. The portal only lingered for a few moments before it spontaneously burst, releasing a shower of purple sparks everywhere along with a loud "pop" and a blast of strong purple light. 

Grace fell back as her portal quite literally exploded, falling on top of Tom, looking quite distraught. [color=DarkOrchid]"I'm sorry, I'm just [i]out[/i] right now...sending those people so far across the city was a bad idea,"[/color] Grace said to Tom, her thin eyes watery and looking up at him like a baby rabbit. [color=DarkOrchid]"I think I might've given us away, too...ugh, I am so sorry,"[/color] she repeated, wiping her face with her sleeve as she tried to recollect some steel in her voice. [color=DarkOrchid]"Is your phone still working? We should call somebody. [i]Jen-jang.[/i]"[/color] She closed her eyes, taking some deep breaths, trying to regain some energy. She [i]should've[/i] had enough to portal one person up one floor, but the stress of the mission was getting to her, which was unusual. Grace normally managed to stay calm. This, somehow, was foreign. Perhaps the thought that her new compatriots, all much more talented fighters than her, were practically all screwed over already. The girl shook her head, pushing these thoughts out of her mind, as she tried to muster up some confidence.

As she did so, little to her knowledge, her watch was still functioning; it was on low-power mode, but it was still alive. While it didn't have enough power to make a call, its other function, the tracker, was still alive, and if Grace was looking, she would've noticed a suspiciously, very high-power threat (possibly S-tier?) moving at very high speeds towards Watervale.

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[sup]1. [i]jen-jang[/i] (젠장): cathartic swear, roughly translates to "god damnit"[/sup]
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Kat watched closely as Patricia backed away, tilting her head like a curious animal. That wasn't [i]quite[/i] the reaction she had anticipated, but she supposed that she could understand why. After all, this [i]would[/i] be a confusing series of events had their positions been reversed. Kat patiently waited for Patricia to stop talking, before stepping towards her tentatively. [color=Crimson]"Don't be silly. I'm not going to kill you. I brought you here so that you [i]wouldn't[/i] be killed. Or have your teeth pulled out. Your teeth are very nice, by the way."[/color] She approached Patricia cautiously, attempting to pat her on the shoulder. She shushed Patricia. [color=Crimson]"You're going to be OK, promise. I just didn't want Vinnie to hurt you. He does that to people sometimes, especially heroes. Hurts them. Badly. Sometimes with pliers. Before he sends them off. He's a little mean, I guess."[/color]

Kat grew closer to Patricia, trying to maneuver around her extended arm to get close to her. [color=Crimson]"I just figured, you know, maybe we could be...friends?"[/color] she offered hopefully, the word awkwardly falling out of her mouth. [color=Crimson]"I've never really had one before,"[/color] she explained quickly. [color=Crimson]"And I just remember seeing you a long time ago, as a toddler, and you know, there were some memories there..."[/color] She trailed off for a moment, before quickly snapping back to reality. [color=Crimson]"I mean, if that's OK with you. I just, you know, wanted somebody my age to talk to. All of my colleagues are old and I never get to see any [i]real[/i] teenagers."[/color]

She looked over at Patricia hopefully. [color=Crimson]"So that's why you're here, and not in the torture room. By the way, I guess you're stuck with the name Daphne until you get out of here. It's not that bad of a name, I think. Not as good as Patricia, though. That's a really pretty name,"[/color] she said, a soft tinge of red falling upon Katharine's snow white cheeks. [color=Crimson]"So, like I asked you before, can I get you something to drink?"[/color] She reached down into her luggage. [color=Crimson]"Hold on...I have...a-ha!"[/color] she exclaimed with glee, yanking out a bottle of expensive mineral water and extending it towards Patricia. [color=Crimson]"This should help!"[/color] she offered to Patricia, looking at her with surprisingly innocent eyes. 

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