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Flustered, Patricia blushed at Pandora’s blunt demand. [color=MediumOrchid]“Jeez, sorry. Here. Take them.”[/color] She stuffed the earbuds into Pandora’s hand roughly. How was she expected to know that that was what she had meant? [color=MediumOrchid] “No need to be a bitch about it,”[/color] Patricia muttered under her breath, a sentence not intended for Pandora’s ears.

Patricia listened to Bulldog and Alpha’s conversation as best she could from behind that dumpster. Her ears, though used to picking out quiet notes of song, strained to hear their conversation. In the end, though, she got the gist of it. The evidence against her was damning in their eyes. If it had been someone else accused, Patricia might have been quick to judge too. Even if some of the details didn’t add up. She leaned against the dumpster, her calves tiring of squatting on the ground. None of this made [i]sense[/i]. Maybe it was her nervous, stressed brain or some sort of lack of common sense, but nothing she had in her mind as to why made any sense. The Wings of Law were bad, she knew, she had always known, but they couldn't have done this alone. They had to get to the bottom of this. And it probably started with that secret room hidden in Club 27. They needed answers, and that was the only way to get them. 

A set of hazel eyes carefully peeked out from behind the dumpster as Alpha returned to their little hide-out. She was loath to admit it, but a sliver of herself still thought that he might turn her in. Her rational mind, of course, knew that he wouldn’t- not after that speech he just made about her being innocent and how the evidence didn’t match up. Still, though. Patricia’s breath caught in her throat, muscles tensing up as he walked over. But, as a rational person would expect, he did not arrest her. Relaxing and letting out a barely audible breath of relief, Patricia shot him a thankful look and one of her kinder, less sarcastic smiles. She’d need to thank everyone here after this. Maybe say sorry for putting them in the line of fire for her sake. It was only fair. 

She had been about to speak up and say something about getting to the secret room when Pandora started monologuing about her plan. Patricia had the burning urge to roll her eyes, but she fought it down valiantly. It would do no good to piss off this lady who was helping her. Even if Patricia already didn’t like her too much. Mild dislike was mixed with gratefulness, of course, but Pandora seemed rather dickish and self-important. 

Even if she did come up with a bomb plan. Patricia listened begrudgingly, although her eyes did widen when Pandora drew the map on the wall. Was that her power? Making moving illustrations? Kind of a useless power for this, but maybe it was something more than that? Listening to it, the plan seemed pretty plausible. She had never quite tried finely controlling an entire roomful of people at a time, but that… that was a non-issue. That she wouldn’t bring up. She could do it! Anxiety nibbled away at that assurance, but she held onto it, clenching her fist. Right. She could do this. No matter how complicated this plan seemed.

At the end of Pandora’s little monologue, Patricia glanced around at her colleagues. She then slowly raised her hand but put it back down again as soon as she realized she wasn’t in school, damnit! [color=MediumOrchid]“You’re right, I... wouldn’t want that,”[/color] said Patricia. Who would? She drew herself up into a squat again, feeling oddly small under Pandora’s gaze. [color=MediumOrchid] “I do have a question though. About [i]you[/i].”[/color] She stared Pandora down, pressing her lip into a line. [color=MediumOrchid]“What exactly is your power? You made  that map move, and you mentioned swimming through walls, and dragging people under concrete… I think it’s only fair that you tell us what [i]you[/i] can do before we try this crackpot plan. I, for one, don’t like being left in the dark.”[/color] Patricia said this all in her trademark blunt tone. One could notice, however, that she gripped her shirt a bit tight while she was saying this. She was nervous.

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This time, Jamie was ready for the Admiral’s attack. With a technique similar to her fight with Dungeon Troll only a half an hour or so earlier, Jamie felt for the vibrations emanating from him. Then, in a burst of energy twice as strong, it all came roaring back at the Admiral, going the opposite way it had come. Jamie panted, satisfied with herself. But a move like that took a lot out of her- she couldn’t keep this going forever. Still, though, when the Admiral came running at her with a punch, still off his rhythm, she sighed. [color=Goldenrod][i]This guy is so persistent![/i][/color] Grabbing his hand before he could throw that punch, Jamie twisted around and slapped him in the face. With a twist. With her palm, she sent out one of her signature concussive blasts- but right into his face.

Jamie, of course, let go of the howling Admiral once she saw he was down, setting him down gently on the floor. [color=Goldenrod]“OMG, I am so, [i]so[/i] sorry!”[/color] she squealed, staring down at her poor, poor, bloody victim. Guilt rose in her. He looked messed up… she hadn’t meant to hurt him that badly. [color=Goldenrod]“I didn’t mean to… oh. I just… you wouldn’t stop! I had to. I’m sorry. I bet the medical team will be down here soon enough, though, and H.E.R.O has wonderful surgeons. You’ll be… you’ll be alright.”[/color] Despite him having attacked them, Jamie felt bad for hurting the man. He [i]was[/i] a hero, after all. Her colleague. But they were the good guys. Why would he attack them if he was, too?

Leaving behind her moral quibbles with her own actions, Jamie turned to Joseph and Alien Angel (who was now permanently Angela in her mind). [color=Goldenrod] “We should probably get going upstairs. I still wanna find out what that signal was about… I hope no one is hurt!”[/color] Jamie then glanced down at Admiral and blushed. [color=Goldenrod]“Else. No one [i]else[/i] is hurt. Like one of our friends.”[/color]

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