[center][img]https://see.fontimg.com/api/renderfont4/g105/eyJyIjoiZnMiLCJoIjo4MSwidyI6MTI1MCwiZnMiOjY1LCJmZ2MiOiIjQjY4QzI1IiwiYmdjIjoiI0ZGRkZGRiIsInQiOjF9/UXVha2U/blow-me-personal-use-regular.png[/img][/center] The light slowly receded as Jamie descended into the tunnel. Rumi and Blake's bodies partially blocked it, yes, but as they went further and further down it got darker and darker. And smellier. Jamie was going down as fast as she could, but she stopped momentarily to plug her nose. Then she kept climbing down until she reached the bottom of the tunnel. She hopped down from the ladder then, waiting for her eyes to adjust to the darkness. But then, Blake lit a fireball, so all was good! She trailed him through the tunnel, looking around as she did so. Pretty cool underground tunnel! She moved a step forward when Blake opened the door but stepped back when she heard the whoosh of fire. She then followed him through the room, poking the unconscious and very burnt people with her foot. Jamie gave him a thumbs-up. [color=Goldenrod]"Got it! We'll see what we can find."[/color] And, before she knew it, Blake had burst through the doors. She followed after him, on the offensive as soon as she went in. With a little exertion of her power, the room began to tremor. A few light fixtures went crashing to the ground, crushing multiple gun-wielding gangsters under them. Seeing some of the guards come in, she held out her hands and sent out a bone-crushing blast, sending several falling back into the corridor and on top of each other. Seeing an opening, she rushed towards one of the doors, throwing it open. Maybe this room would have something... Jamie paused, blinking. [color=Goldenrod]"Brie? Will? What are you... oh! You're the ones we're saving. Got it. Yeah, yeah, lemme just..."[/color] She blasted the guards who had followed her and then turned to blast the box Will was trying to destroy. Blood started to trickle out of her nose. [color=Goldenrod]"I'm [i]so[/i] glad I found you guys."[/color] [@Hitman][@Scarifar][@Infinite Cosmos][@Danvers] [hr] [center][img]https://see.fontimg.com/api/renderfont4/vY07/eyJyIjoiZnMiLCJoIjo4MSwidyI6MTI1MCwiZnMiOjY1LCJmZ2MiOiIjQUU0Q0M1IiwiYmdjIjoiI0ZGRkZGRiIsInQiOjF9/QXJpYQ/salikin.png[/img][/center] Patricia watched Angelica make her move, raised hands trembling horribly. [color=MediumOrchid][i]Don't die, don't die, don't die...[/i][/color] Patricia immediately understood what she was trying to do- to emotionally appeal her way out of this. She prayed it would work, and for a moment, she thought it had. Vinnie was... crying! Crying. Angie had done it. A smile bloomed on her face for that split-second. But then it dawned on her that he was not crying, but laughing. And his gun was coming up, pointing at Angelica, and then... [i]BANG![/i] Patricia instinctively winced as the gun fired, her hands going to cover her ears. But then, Angelica was on the ground, bleeding out of her thigh. [color=MediumOrchid]"YOU BASTARD!"[/color] she screamed at Vinnie, standing and rushing over to Angelica. She chucked off her heels, kneeling next to her and Grace. [color=MediumOrchid]"You're gonna be okay, okay?"[/color] Her eyes went wide when Vinnie aimed the gun at her forehead, but she slumped when Grace portalled the shot away. Her brows knit when Grace applied the jacket to Angelica's thigh. Her hand was... gray, and flakey. And kind of purple. This seemed like something for later, given that their friend had just been shot, but it didn't look as it had a few moments ago, so Patricia felt the need to call it to Grace's attention. [color=MediumOrchid]"Grace, your hand-"[/color] she started but was soon interrupted by Tom hefting Angelica up and around his shoulders. She stood, too, running down the hall with them and away from the mobsters. [@Hitman][@KaijuBaragon][@Amethyst]