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Ryan "Sharkman" Jacobs

Sharkman swore under his breath as he watched the power flicker back on. He really should have guessed that they'd have a backup generator. Silently, he strode through the darkened halls. Most of the workers were robots, so he had no opposition as he strode to the machine room, before ramming his scissors into the auxilliary generator. With the poewr completely cut off now, he headed for the reception room.

Sharkman had been watching the group of students and his teammates while conducting his little sabotage mission. So when everyone started to gather in the reception room, he pulled his mask down. Just enough to pop the plugs out of his nose. He had a feeling there would be blood, and he wanted to enjoy it.

Just outside the entryway, he took a moment to assess the situation. One of the students was lit up like a christmas tree. Corvus was dealing with him. The one that worried him was the lady with ice surrounding her. He'd noticed the dip in temperature, and was willing to bet that it was her doing. Sharkman split his scissors into two separate blades, sheathing one of them on his back. With a click, he hooked the chain on his gauntlet onto the left one. Under the cover of darkness, he slipped into the room, staying close to the walls and trying to keep out of sight. If anyone was really paying attention, they might hear a quiet whipwhipwhip sound, like a fan. Sharkman was twirling one of his blades on the end of a chain. The blade was heavy, and he was building up massive centrifugal force. With a flick of his wrist, he gave the chain more slack, swinging the blade right at Eira.

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Ryan "Sharkman" Jacobs

After piling into the helicopter, Ryan had closed his eyes and lain back in his seat. None of the others seemed intent on talking, and indeed, he too felt butterflies in his stomache. For him, they were from excitement. Upon exiting the helicopter, he closed his eyes, extending his electrorecption. Every living thing within about a block of him appeared as a point of light. The warehouse glimmered to life with the wires that extended through it, effectively giving him a 3D map.

"I'll run interference." He murmured into the radio, his voice slightly nasally, as if his nose was plugged. Shortly after Jackie burst in, the sound of a window shattering echoed through the building, followed by a sickening CRUNCH. One of the guards was at his feet, neatly cut into two pieces among an expanding pool of blood. Ryan knelt down, perched upon the man's back to keep his feet out of the lake of blood. He dipped his finger into his pockets, pulling out a keyring. 

Ryan hopped over the lake he had created, careful to avoid leaving footprints as he headed for the basement. The wires extended like veins towards a single point in the building: The circuit breaker. Sharkman opened the panel, and the lights in the building flickered, then died. For good measure, he unraveled the cloth around the giant pair of scissors at his back, then rammed one of the blades through the controls, rendering them unusable. 

"I'm on my way up." His voice said over the radio. While he was normally laid back, he was suddenly all business. He stalked through the hallways of the factory, heading for Jackie's location. In the gloom, he could perfectly see the guards, leaving anyone in his way as an easy target.

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