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Ryan "Sharkman" Jacobs

After their mission, Sharkman had fled, using the confusion from the explosion as cover. After laying low for several hours, he'd made his way back to Alcatraz in the wee hours of the morning and slept. The last two days had been spent finishing moving in, and, more importantly, beginning an intense training regimen. He hadn't expected quite the resistance they'd had at the factory, and had busied himself with making himself a better fighter. He had been showering after lifting weights in his celldorm when his phone buzzed, alerting him to the meeting.

"Sup. Are you gonna pay us today?" Ryan asked Noxious, resting his massive pair of scissors against the table as he slouched into a chair. He was still wearing has mask, but hadn't seen fit to fully suit up: He had on a black tank-top, showing off his lean, yet toned build, and a pair of slate-grey jeans.

"We haven't met since our last adventure, have we? How have you been?" He asked Quinn idly. "I think the last mission went alright, though I'm a little worried about Jackie." He mused, frowning a little. "Are we gonna spring them out?"

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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