[color=CadetBlue][CENTER][h1][b]Julia Kray[/b][/h1][/CENTER][/color]
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The tear gas that had filled the cafeteria had a severe effect on Julia, who was essentially a civilian. She had retreated to underneath one of the tables, and was a hacking, coughing mess, rubbing at and trying to shield her streaming, stinging eyes. She couldn't 'tough this out'. This was an awful experience. This whole thing had been a mistake. She couldn't perform a breakout! She wasn't cut from the same cloth as all these hardened criminals around her, who could go toe-to-toe with superpowered vigilantes. Tear gas was nothing to them. She had been a fool for thinking there was anything she could have done to help them, as opposed to them needing to baby her if she hid behind them all the way up.

The gas was suddenly starting to clear, and Julia suddenly found it easier to breathe, and to see. She tentatively barely opened one eye, to see that Kai, in her true monstrous form, was eating the smoking canisters. The creature then approached her and licked her face. Julia have her weak, still-pained yet warm smile, and patted her on the shoulder in gratitude, not yet recovered enough for a verbal thanks but hoping her sentiment was carried across.

As she stayed seated underneath the table, waiting for the air to clear and her face to recover, she could hear the sounds of combat moving from the cafeteria to the corridor and the prison cells. There was much more gunfire and screaming than before, and Julia was absolutely not going to go and become a liability, or collateral, but getting involved in that chaos, especially not without her full faculties.

"Hey! Is anyone in here?" shouted a male voice, as a pair of guards were searching through the mist of the tear gas. Julia got to her feet, and raised her hand to peer through the haze to see them, and they saw her. They approached, with guns aimed at her.

"Don't move! Identify yourself!"

[color=CadetBlue]"Julia Kray! Don't shoot me, I was just eating my lunch."[/color]

"Kray? Put your hands up! Let me see your gloves!"

The guards would then see her comply, raising both her hands to show that she was still wearing her gloves. They seemed to relax a little as they now comfortably approached her. The closest one took both her hands and reached for his manual metal cuffs.

"Alright. We'll get you back to your cell nice and easy now."

Back to her cell. They were going to take her back to her cell. While the rest escaped, she alone would remain a captive. Alone. Not even a hope of any human company, let alone friends. Nobody but the guards. She couldn't do that! She won't! But the moment that guard cuffs her, it's all over!

Even Julia was startled by the gunshot.

Before she'd truly managed to register what she was doing, she had taken the handgun from where she had tucked it in her waistline, and she had shot the guard in the stomach. He was backing up, still stunned. The other guard reached for his own gun. Julia whipped round and fired three bullets into his upper chest, killing him. The first guard was reaching for his own weapon. She shot him in the head.

She couldn't believe she'd just killed them. She felt sick. But she forced herself not to dwell on it. She had truly crossed the line now. If she stopped, or let her adrenaline wear off and succumb to the mental collapse, she would get shot. She had to keep moving forward. Smoking gun still in hand, she ran towards the cells, and beyond them, the elevators.