As Floris walked the sun was beginning it's descent, shadows growing across the city.
Where the Wards and Jacks dealt with the horror inducing effects of the events at their Warehouse....
Where The Protectorate dealt with goons in an attempt at gaining Intel...
Where the Minutemen were wrapping up their
worst day ever...Where countless others were wrapping up their business, Floris was just getting started.
The traffic in the area was light, as was the foot traffic, as lights began to flick on in houses and the streetlights started to buzz and brighten.
There was a loud crash across the street from where Floris was walking, as a
young man dropped what seemed to be a rather large lamp. Looking at the debris blankly for a few moments, he shook his head before starting to pick up the pieces. He wore an odd steampunk looking belt and had what seemed to be a metal container shaped like a scroll strapped to his back.
As Lillian and the rest of the Wards and soldiers made it out of the building, the Deans behind them turned to goop. Shortly after, the building itself crashed down, a ruckus if she had ever heard one.
Sagging, Lillian slumped slowly to the ground, slipping out of the hands on her.
"This was... Bullshit..." she muttered, growing paler by the minute. Shaking slightly, she reached out for Alessa's hand as she looked into the flames. She used that touch as an anchor, holding the black tide that threatened to sink her at any moment at bay. A small realization wormed its way into her mind.
"Matter... Master pro - protocol. Troll... And that guy... Made me remember..." She sighed, breathing hard, as the thoughts swirled around in her head and she held onto that hand like her life depended on it.
Jason had seen Headhunter exit, lost sight of Heartless, and watched as one of the Chatterbox and Sofia duos had started leaving.
He shook his head, following after Headhunter to relay the situation.
Catching up, he saw his teammate as two soldiers started moving away with another body between them.
"We got a problem. Double trouble. CB and S. And, honestly, seem like perfect copies. Heading towards the exit strategy, I'll meet you there." he was brief, distracted, before setting off again.
Catching up to the soldiers, he whistled to get their attention before approaching.
"I'm going to help," he said quietly, holding up both hands.
"I'm strong, obviously yeah? Let me carry him and then I'll leave."Corporal Johnson stared at him for a few moments before relenting. "Only because you guys helped already..."
Jason reached forward, activating his ability and carrying Overlook in a fireman lift.
They were quiet as they walked over to the rest of the Wards and soldier, Jason setting the crippled hero in the back of their transport.
"Your little one seems to be bleeding out. I would stop that before..." he stopped there, feeling like he was at the end of his welcome.
With a slight salute he turned his ability on himself, taking a giant leap back out of sight.
Approaching a set of clones, Jason landed with barely a sound before raising a hand.
"I'm going to have to ask you to open your eyes and separate." Jason looked at the two, seeing the other pair not far away.
What a mess.
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