[i][h2]Out in the Pacific Ocean...[/h2][/i][hr]
The giant woman took off, yet Gonzalez was still falling down to the ocean below. He attempted once more to teleport, and although he was successful, he wasn’t back in San Diego as he had planned.

“Oh shi—“

The young sailor fell into the water a few feet below him after teleporting there instead of teleporting back to the base. Right away, Gonzalez realized that the water was relentlessly cold. However, eventually he was able to get his bearings straight and that’s when he realized the USS Abraham Lincoln had been capsized and every single crew member onboard was dead by that point. Gonzalez couldn’t help but shiver, both from the freezing waters and the fear that was slowly starting to settle within him.

[I]No, I can’t...stop it![/I]

Gonzalez forced his eyes shut and attempted to teleport back to San Diego just like before. Much to everyone’s surprise, this time he spawned right over the desk where the meeting was being held. A collective gasp was heard across the room as a soaking wet body landed on the desk, knocking random items out of place and ruining various paper reports.

“Get a corpsman in here, now!” Captain Holt shouted, pushing some individuals out of the way to get to Gonzalez.

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The man was clearly out of his damn mind. Michele couldn’t help but feel bad for him as she had previously witnessed what untreated mental illness could do to someone. Initially a bit hesitant, Michele then turned her back to the man and walked away, thankful to still have her life. [I]Graças a deus por isso,[/I] she thought to herself, her clones disappearing from existence once she was out of his line of sight. It was then Michele pulled out her cell phone to get a hold of her cousin. With the current situation going on around the city, Michele wanted to make sure that she was okay. Her cousin was the only relative she had in San Francisco, or anywhere on the west coast for that matter. 

The phone rang, but no one answered. Instead, Michele opted to leave a voicemail. "Eu preciso falar com você, me ligue de volta.” She then put her phone away and looked back to where the giant woman should have been, realizing she was gone. Just what the hell was going on in San Francisco? And had her cousin been caught up in the middle of it?

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[I]Lose my damned number.[/I]

Anya stared as Marcus disappeared from her sight. She then placed a phone call to her handler advising him that Marcus had rejected her offer and he wanted nothing else to do with her. In turn, she had been advised to chase him down and kill him. Anyone who wasn’t a friend of hers was an enemy, and to her people, having an enemy who knew your true identity and knew whom you worked for was very dangerous business, dangerous enough to kill them in order to prevent the truth from getting out. She had tried to reason with her handler explaining that Marcus could be trusted to keep the secret, but they wouldn’t have it. Anya then hung up the phone, making her way to the exit so she could return to the office and await further orders whether or not the FSS agents would be evacuated.