Sam didn't know how to answer that question. She'd probably have to kill these Syndicate guys. It wouldn't be pretty in the least, or even remotely heroic, but these guys didn't seem like they were just going to jail if they were caught. The police were mostly norms, after all. As she heard the transmission, Sam set her resolution. "Scorn, I'll go as far as it takes. They can't keep taking powers like this, it's inhumane. We deserve these powers as much as the next guy, and they might use the stolen powers to kill others like us."
Sam looked up to see a giant sand column nearly squash Zeke. Sam decided right then and there that she shouldn't drink. Ever. It took a clear head to keep tabs on how much blood she had been using and whose blood was whose. Sam laughed a little at Jen. The poor girl looked like she'd hit her limit pretty early. Well, Sam wasn't going to drink and it looked others weren't going to either, so at least she wasn't going to be sober alone. "I'm in for killing or whatever needs to be done. Those Syndicate guys seem like jerks anyway."