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Blake nodded as Rumi left him to go help fight this weird Paradox robo-guy. [color=CC5500]"You get him, Rumi!""[/color] Blake called out as Rumi shielded Jamie before turning his arms into what appeared to be some sort of blaster, and proceeded to blast Paradox. Unfortunately, Paradox was quick to move, and before Rumi could even try to land a hit Paradox was midair, green fuel thrusters activated on his legs, and he soared around like a bumblebee, not staying still for a second. [color=20C20E]"You should know by now, Sir E. Brum, that the likes of me cannot be matched by the likes of you."[/color] He continued to zip around as another weapon appeared on his shoulder, another bazooka-looking one. [color=20C20E]"I am Paradox, the pinnacle of humankind. I am unbeatable."[/color] Blake gulped as the large missile weapon seemed to be angling towards him. [color=20C20E]"You will be made examples of and terminated as such. Warhead ready. Preparing to-"[/color]

Blake was saved as an actual explosion hit Paradox in the side of the head, smoke billowing from the side of his helmet. It seemed as though it hadn't done much damage, but it stopped his onslaught of attacks. Another explosion hit him in the torso, again not dealing much visible damage but sending him careening sideways. [color=20C20E]"Reinforcements detected. Did not anticipate arrival of other heroes. Abort operation."[/color] His feet thrusters engaged once again as the robot/man soared upwards, zooming away from the area like a plane once more.

Blake looked over to the source of the explosions to see Christina walking towards them, a large, dangerous-looking sniper rifle slung over her shoulder. She grinned at them. [color=salmon]"Fancy seeing you here,"[/color] she quipped, pulling out a large, very futuristic looking knife from her sheath and beginning to go to work on Blake's net. With the progress Rumi had already made combined with the prowess of this fancy new knife, Christina was able to cut Blake free pretty quickly. Blake blushed a little, a bit embarrassed. So far, he was chalking up to be pretty useless overall in this entire operation, and he did not enjoy that one bit. 

[color=salmon]"First off, no blushing, we're both taken. Second, I expected a 'thank you.' And third, let's move, you guys. We don't have all day here."[/color] Christina began to walk over to the now-destroyed house.

[color=CC5500]"Uhh...what's going on? How do you know about the Leftovers?""[/color]

[color=salmon]"Leftovers? No, we're going to go save your friends."[/color]

Blake followed Christina, who was currently standing inside the rubble, looking around. [color=CC5500]"I think I speak for everybody when I ask, 'what the fuck is going on here?'"[/color]

Christina looked over at the three like they were lost puppies. [color=salmon]"Basically, your closest friends were on a secret undercover that they didn't invite you on, and now they're in very deep shit, and we have to bail them out."[/color]

[color=CC5500]"...oh. What friends are we talking about here?"[/color] Blake remembered the text message. 

[color=salmon]"Tom, Patricia, Angelica, Brie, Will, and Grace. New girl from PHANTOM."[/color]

[color=CC5500]"Ah, I see- hold on, [i]MY[/i] Angie?!"[/color]

Christina rolled her eyes. [color=salmon]"She's not yours to own, Blake. But yes, sure."[/color] Christina said as she pressed her foot against the ground.

[color=CC5500]"I-I didn't mean it like that!"[/color]

[color=salmon]"I know, you're a bit too dumb to be a domineering partner. Rumi, could you do be a favor and do a scan of this vicinity? According to my personal research, there's some sort of secret link between this location and the Gugliano manor? Well, it's not very secret anymore, but still."[/color] She gestured towards the ground, which was currently covered in rubble and the like. [color=salmon]"Also, nice work against that villain. He isn't exactly a pushover...I have a feeling we're going to be seeing more of him soon."[/color]

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Grace listened to Tom's comment. [color=SteelBlue]"Come on, you're not useless at all, and you know it. Without you we wouldn't have even got in the complex at all, you portalled us in. And it's sort of my fault too, I shouldn't have encouraged you to send that fourth mobster dude along all the way to Chick-Fil-A, I should have known that might have drained your energy."[/color] Grace shook her head at this, having since taken off her hat, allowing her violet hair to fall loosely down her back. Subtlety was dead, at this point; might as well let her head air out as she sat there in the weird attic/cellar. [color=DarkOrchid]"It's definitely not your fault. If I wasn't this weak..." [/color] She sighed once more, preparing to say something else, but Tom was already on the move, and Grace shuffled after him quickly, following him through the attic system that was built in place.

As Grace was thinking on just how terrible this system probably was, she heard a loud thump followed by a young girl exclaiming [color=MediumOrchid]"Motherfucker!"[/color] quite loudly. Grace could tell from the voice as well as the circumstances that this was none other than Patricia. She gave a relieved sigh. She was OK, at any rate. Tom began to speak to Patricia after a moment of silence.[color=SteelBlue]"Patty! PATTY! It's TOM! And Grace, we escaped into a crawlspace between the floors... What the hell happened, how did you get away?! Nevermind, tell us in a second, Grace will portal you down here.. Grace?"[/color] Before Tom had even finished his sentence, Grace was already hard at work. Tracing her finger through the dust on the ground, she sketched out a few equations on the floor into the dust, looking at them before looking up at the ceiling. [color=DarkOrchid]"How thick do you think this floor is? Not more half a meter for sure...almost certainly less..." [/color] Grace added another equation into the dirt, sketching out a cylinder on the ground next to it and writing the equation of the cylinder next to her diagram. She tapped her finger to her chin before tracing her finger along what for her was the ceiling, a portal opening up in front of Patricia. [color=DarkOrchid]"Not too bad..." [/color] she panted, the portal clearly having taken a bit out of her, as she stuck her head out of the portal. Looking around seeing nothing, she quickly grabbed Patricia's arm. [color=DarkOrchid]"Let's go," [/color] she whispered, yanking with all her might and hauling Patricia into the portal. 

As the portal swirled shut, the two girls successfully moving through, Patricia fell into the room directly on top of Grace, who moaned as Patricia crushed her against the ground. [color=DarkOrchid]"You weigh more than I thought..." [/color] Grace grunted, her thin frame struggling to wiggle out from underneath Patricia. [color=DarkOrchid]"I mean, are you OK? That's more important. But also, when you get a chance, if you could get off me, that would be great."[/color] Grace smiled at the sight of her friend. Call her negative, but she was mentally preparing in case she never saw Patricia again, and the sight of the girl in mostly OK shape relieved her greatly. Even though said girl was currently crushing her into the wood floor. 

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