Log:Zero Division Gets Ambushed

2019/11/10 Breach Quiet Sentinel Indira 1

It's a rainy Sunday afternoon in the suburbs of Colonial Bay.

Rick Mason was assigned to the security detail surrounding Ambassador Indira Paxis to a charity fund raising event being held at a country club way out in Green Acres. Lien van den Brand was brought along as Indira's plus-one. Security was tight and running well to all appearances, even once the motorcade encountered the usual motley crew of anti-alien activists trying to prevent Indira from entering the Brighton Happy Oaks Golf and Country Club's resort grounds.

The motorcade got all of 30m beyond the front gate following an extended posturing session between several security personnel and the protestors. Weapons may have been flashed. Rick may have taken a protest sign to the skull and shaken it off. The sign may be lodged in a shrubbery outside of the gate, coated in Rick's blood still. Motorcades tend to stop when the roadway detonates underneath them.

Indira dangles upside down, still strapped to her seat and bewildered by their sudden overturning. She bumped her head against the window and is a little disoriented, but relatively alright.

Lien was rather pleased to be invited along, and as the plus-one. Not that she has any doubts in the Ambassador's security team, especially Rick Mason, but an extra set of eyes never hurt. That the plus-one isn't purely a cover for a mission is also novel and not unpleasant. The most uncomforable aspect of the novel evening: a cocktail dress and heels.

Perhaps it's not surprising, then that the world gets turned upside-down (literally), just as it looked like things were going from expected to likely to secure and towards awkward for her. She blinks and tries to reorient and assess after the blast. Losing her fellow passenger in her head is an immediate concern and she reaches over to check Indira. Also is concern of immediate internal threat to the vehicle, such as fire. Last, but not exactly least, the heels are kicked off. Thank god.

Lien gets herself re-oriented inside of the passenger cabin. She assesses herself, Indira, and the interior of the vehicle. After several seconds, Lien can determine that the cabin is actually split into two isolated compartments. There is the crew compartment - the front seats, if you will - and the passenger cabin, where our heroines find themselves. The passenger cabin, to the best of Lien's ability to determine at the moment, is a sealed environment with some kind of gyro-stabilization unit that helped to lessen the explosion and rollover. Apparently not enough to prevent Indira from knocking herself for a loop, but enough that Lien can fill Indira in on how much worse things could have been.

Fire seems unlikely to get into the compartment. Lien does, however, note that the locking mechanisms on the doors are currently jammed in the open position. She's pretty sure she can work one door or the other open with only a little effort. Maybe Indira can help with that, once she's properly addled. On the interior, the frame of the vehicle doesn't seem to be warped enough to impair door opening, although closing it might be a different challenge.

Indira groans a bit and starts to become more clearheaded. Then surprised to realize they're upside down. "What happened...?" she asks to no one at first, then realizing the situation, she quickly looks to see of Lien is alright. She's relieved to see her awake, and tries to establish a neurochemical bond with her again. << I think I blacked out for a moment there.>> She starts to reach for her seatbelt to try and unfasten herself. With a click, Indira tumbles down onto the ceiling of the car.

Now that she's confident they won't immediately immolate, implode, or experience some other uncomfortable imminent demise, Lien attempts to get Indira focused. Which is easy as Indira comes around on her own. <> And now Indira is also tumbled. Lien grabs hold of the headrest and pulls a crunch to aim her feet more down before she disengages her own seatbelt for a (hopefully) more controlled drop to the headliner. <> She's adamant about those, but adds a trailing, softer <>

Indira sits up and rubs her head. << I'll be alright. I'll stay with you.>> She pulls her dress up a bit to help her get up onto her knees so she can crawl out.

Lien looks out the door window on her side to get an idea of their immediate surroundings, then crawls over to Indira, giving her a once-over for obvious injuries before leaning over her to scan out the window on that side. <> is asked, even if she doesn't see anything obvious. They can't stay here, which means they have to move. Preferably quickly.

Lien can tell that they are upside down in the mercifully empty drainage ditch alongside what used to be a perfectly driveable private roadway. The front doors are open, but the security team members that were up front are not immediately in evidence. The passenger side door has a few bloody handprints on it.

Indira smiles faintly. <>

<> Lien points at the door on Indira's side before putting her hand on the latch. <> She awaits for Indira to acknowledge and prepares to unlatch and push the door (and possibly Indira with the other hand, if necessary).

Indira nods and gets ready. << I understand.>> She tries to focus on the thoughts going on outside and nearby, to get an idea of what's happening out there.

Lien has to shoulder check the door a couple of times to make it open properly. The exterior of the vehicle is badly smashed, she can see now that she's outside, but not so bad that a little elbow grease couldn't free the occupants.

Indira gets lured out of the vehicle soon thereafter. The Asrani may or may not find it comforting to have her feet in a drainage ditch. Lots of water and soil nutrients to absorb, if she's up to that sort of thing at the moment. Plus it lets her get a sense of her surroundings in a way that her other senses really won't at the moment.

Both women have to contend with the stench of expended high explosives on the air. Cordite, Lien will recognize, is also hanging in the air. No doubt from the raging firefight going on about 20m away, on the other side of the vehicle. On the plus side, the firefight seems to be a lot of loud noise and chemical odor, not a whole lot of blood and screaming.

Once Indira is outside, and the open door makes the firefight all the louder, Lien leans over the seat to see about quickly retrieving her suit masquerading as a daypack from wherever it may have been tossed. She didn't expect to need it, but it wasn't hard to toss in the back when they loaded up. It just isn't something that one can fit in a pocket, not that her current formal wear has any of those.

After climbing out of the overturned vehicle at Lien's signal and staying ducked down, Indira extends her mental senses. Her bare feet in the draining ditch allow her to feel the surrounding area to some degree. She gets a lot of mental impressions from her surroundings. << I...I can't sense Rick's mind, but I can feel his body...somewhere between our security team and another assault team. Some are lightly injured on both sides...>>

Griffin Freeman gets a very brief Zero Division commsignal from his favorite Undead Soldier. It tracks back toward a country club way out in the Green Acres portion of Colonial Bay on this, the light rainiest of Sunday afternoons. He can see that the private roadway from the protester-lined front gate has exploded about 30m in, less than half-way to the main building of the country club.

Indira and Lien are just breaking out of one of the four over-turned, non-descript, black SUVs in a drainage ditch alongside what used to be the road surface. Lien is turned around and rummaging around inside of the vehicle in a very "not Lien" sort of outfit while Indira is... Well, Indira is being Indira, clearly.

About 20m away from the drainage ditch, on the opposite side of the private road, there is an on-going firefight between what appears to be a Saberline & Sabot security team and two fireteams of mercenaries. Rick Mason is in his usual "bodyguard duty" suit and tie, laid out in a mangled and twisted position half-way between the fireteams. Two of the mercenaries have him tucked in behind a riding mower that's been flipped up on its side and reinforced with some kind of portable forcefield generator.

One merc is sitting on top of Rick's body, keeping a handgun pressed to Rick's forehead. The other mercenary is popping in and out of cover to fire his SMG in bursts at the S&S team.

Lien, as Griffin approaches from the air(?), manages to wrench her rifle free of where its hardcase has become lodged against the forward cabin divider. Her other daybag, with her armor in it, is currently wedged in tighter. She may need to get into the vehicle to pry it loose.

Lien scowls at that update from Indira. << I'm sure he's had worse. He'll come to in a sec griping about something, you'll see.>> Ingrained training and priorities help her not focus on Rick and, hopefully, mute her reaction and any sharing thereof of it to Indira. Her scowl isn't helped as she tries to quickly paw through the disarray of the trunk. It's a goddamn dinner. How much crap do people need to bring?! At least she manages to snag the dislodged lump her weapon masquerades as. Something's better than nothing. <> She relents and shoulders the door again to squeeze herself out of it and into the ditch alongside the vehicle and next to Indira. Now there's two in dresses standing barefoot in water. Lien just isn't a plant, so is less appreciative. At least the now-expanding rifle in hand is some consolation. She moves to the corner of the vehicle, now ahead of Indira, to get eyes on this mess.

Indira stays low by the car for cover. She's at least learned not to stick her head out there. <> She's tempted to try and climb out of the ditch to get a peek at the firefight to see if she can help sway the fight. With her mindlink connecting her to Lien, this thought is vaguely shared.

Griffin is just about to leave the city for a patrol when he gets Rick's signal. He's sitting on a orbital research platform sulking, lamenting & worrying about Copycat while he recharges with an early morning sunrise.

Naturally he's suited up, having spent pretty much all of his time searching for Copycat- and while the world at large has suffered for his lack of altruistic power usage he won't let any member of Zero Division not have their back watched even from half a world away.

He pushes off the platform and drops getting a quick & hot freefall into the atmosphere & then on to Colonial Bay.

He falls into place in front of Plant Lady & Ambassador Extraordinaire & Lien & stands defensively so he can be their human shield and figure out how best to assist his friends.

"Good evening ladies. What's the occasion and where is Ric-- Oh. I see." He says with a smirk. "So... lets get Lien suited up. Where's your bag Lien? We'll let them know the Ambassador will be taking a raincheck-- aggressively." His eyes flash threatening.

<> Lien rarely worries about bullets with her name on them. It's usually the ones addressed to 'whom it may concern' or 'valued combatant' that get you. << I'll figure something out>> is her reassurance to Indira concerning dangers. Recalling Indira's general update before, she asks, <> There, she figured out something other than immediately playing popup target.

Of course, no plan survives contact, and now that she came up with one, there's suddenly a Sentinel in front of them. She blinks. Ok, this is a turn for the better. She looks to Sentinel, then Indira. <>

<< I can help, though...>> Indira protests, and then realizes they won't really need it. She feels guilty leaving them to fight for her. "Sentinel, thank Kaldri you're here. Lien wants you to get me to cover." She tries to get one last feel for the battlefield with her mind, before trying to give Lien an estimate of locations and positions.

"Got it." Sentinel says with a nod. "Sounds easy enough- as long as Lien is sure. I could cover you both all the way to Lien's other outfit. Unless we have reason /not/ to fall back the way you guys came?" He says over his shoulder while pointing away from the building.

Indira tries to explain to Lien. <> She tries to share the relative feel of where the combatants are.

<> Lien leans back into the inverted vehicle again, once more presenting the Lien-butt photobombing Indira view to Sentinel that he arrived to. All to try and grab and unbind her daypack from its spot jammed into the cabin divider. There's also deciphering the flood of information from Indira. People on the lawn. Check. The feel of portions of the lawn which are malnourished, underwatered, recovering from recent decaptiation, or the text of the clay-loam-manure mixture under the grass... pertinent for Indira, not so useful nor easy to parse for Lien.

"She just needs to get her suit out of the SUV," Indira passes it along to Sentinel. "I suppose the building may be safe. We were heading to it when this attack happened."

There is a pistol report that stands out as being during a lull in the gunfire. It is promptly followed by a familiar scream of pain and the familiar, but indistinct screams of Rick Mason. He sounds rather upset by the gun that presumably just went off in his face. A few more gunshots go off before a pause, Rick's screaming trailing off for a few moments.

In the mean time, Lien fights with the mass of equipment in the trunk of the SUV. A couple of first-aid kits get thrown into the ditch before Lien gets a solid grip on her bag. By the time Rick finishes shouting, Lien has liberated her armor from the SUV's trunk as well.

Distantly, everyone can hear a Wilhelm Scream. It's followed by three gunshots in short order. Gunfire erupts again, volleys coming from, presumably, both sides of the skirmish firing on each other and the Rick Mason pinned in between.

"I figured that was her answer. Its much more fun that way." Sentinel says with a knowing smirk. "But you've got a flight out of danger Ambassador. We'll fall back to your position from there after we pull Rick out."

He lances a few random blasts for suppressive fire but isn't really aiming for anyone in particular. "Hang on tight." He snaps around turning around faster than the human eye can track and grabs Indira before crouching low and hurling them both towards the building leaving a deep crater in the ground. He spins around as he goes to keep himself between the most frequent shooters & the Ambassador.

When he lands he'll make a disappointed sigh before saying, "I was hoping that Rick wouldn't have to regrow anything vital."

Indira cringes at Rick's screams, deeply unsettled by all of this. "Don't forget to pull the rest of the security team out," she reminds. She's more concerned for them than herself. Before she can say anything else, she's swept up by Sentinel abruptly. She clings on tight in surprise, unused to being moved around so fast. She's still bewildered when they land again. "As was I..." she murmurs.

There. Lien has her pack. No one can chastise her later. Also, yes, she's fairly sure that whatever Rick gets shot off will just grow back, but that doesn't soothe the soul the way one thinks it would. Especially with the screaming.

Thus, she clambers back out of the SUV, pack now on her shoulders, and stops briefly in the defilade on the battlefield side of the drainage ditch to snap off a shot at those in Mason's immediate vicinity before breaking cover to run that same way.

"Will do. Security first. Got it. You get inside. I'll move once I'm sure I don't need to kick that door in." Griffin answers keeping an eye on the field so he can block any oncoming fire for Indira.

To him everything is moving in slow motion but he can only respond so quickly- sometimes he's hampered by the speed of others but more often than not its his own limitations.

Indira nods and hurries inside if she can to get to cover. Or perhaps a window so she can see what's happening.

It's the damnedest thing, Griffin will notice. There is no gunfire being directed in Indira's direction. A couple of heads turn to track his and Indira's retreat to the main building of the country club, but no one turns to shoot at them.

Lien's single shot catches the second mercenary pinned down with Breach. He gets spun around by the blast, knocked out from behind cover. A moment later a hail of bullets send him sagging to the ground in the middle of the main lawn. Rick pops up from behind the mower to shout, "GOOD SHOT," though it's unclear who is the target of such praise. Especially since bullets from behind rip into him while he's trying to duck down behind cover again. Naturally, the Undead Soldier's disposition is unclear at the moment.

Breaking from the drainage ditch allows Lien to sprint off toward the same cover as the security team. It's a good waypoint before she can go check on Mr. Never-Dead-for-Long.

Griffin let's out a pleased sigh as he takes in the field in front of him, deciding where to start first. He'd hate to admit it but he thrives under these high pressure situations. Searching for Kat is a slow burn and it eats at him. This on the other hand is manageable.

He scans the field with all the senses available to him putting a priority on S&S Security team members who are in the most dangerous or precarious situations. He'll deal with those first.

He also notes weither or not Indira is actually in a more secure position inside the building. Something about this is eating at him. Its off.

That's when it hits him. They aren't shooting at Indira. The few shots that went their way were wide to say the very least.

He cocks his head, trying to figure out just who their target is. He's starting to suspect its actually Rick Mason they're really after and their friends jsut got caught in the crossfire.

Lien heads briskly barfoot for the S&S team and their cover, utilizing them and theirs somewhat indirectly as soon as its interposed. She pauses, then, taking a knee and activating her pack which desolidifies and flows over her to form a second skin before solidifying into the more familiar suit. The process may be hard on the dress. Thankfully, it isn't hers. Nor were the shoes. She'll apologize to and/or compensate Violet later.

Indira hasn't yet realize the true aim of the mercs, despite being psychic. She's just following orders from her team now, staying hidden in the lobby of the country club, but also peeking through a window to see if she can spy any of the mercenaries to help sway the battle or their minds.

Suppressive fire trails Lien as she makes for cover with the Saberline & Sabot team. They only notice Lien enough to recognize her as Not A Threat, nodding to her before they return to taking pot-shots on the mercenaries about 20m away from their position. She is able to engage her armor unmolested and unnoticed by anyone.

Indira takes the opportunity to hide inside of the building. This mostly involves standing in the very large picture window next to the front doors. She scours the field downrange, but cannot get a clear sightline on any particular mercenary. The teams back there have hunkered down behind a semi-circle of portable cover and some kind of lawncare vehicle that has had its plexiglass crew cabin replaced with a forcefield.

Griffin can see the S&S crew hunkering down behind a long, low barricade made from natural materials. It looks like it was supposed to be some sort of boundary marker - maybe of the golf course and the roadway area? - but it's now working to soak bullets. A medic is hastily patching injuries on one security guard who appears to have sustained the worst injuries thus far.

Sentinel sees the team under fire and spots the medic working in the thick of it. He sees its an easy place to begin defending from & he can reinforce that position first. Hopefully the S&S finance team has their insurance premiums paid up.

He smirks. Of course they are- they keep Rick Mason on their payroll. If they didn't they'd be bankrupt by Tuesday.

Griffin leaps towards an overturned vehicle not being used for cover (or being used by the attackers for cover) so he can haul it towards the team behind the long low barricade. Bonus points if its one of the attackers vehicles too.

Once she gets green lights across the board on her newly-constituted HUD, Lien breaks cover again, this time with a leap. Her suit vastly reduces the gravitational constant around her person, enabing her to bound in a long arc over the S&S personnel, their cover, and to the vicinity of Rick "Bullet-Catcher" Mason. Once she lands, gravitics shift to distort space immediate downrange of her. Instant cover, just add Lien. While intended to keep the Not-Dead-For-Long from not needing to burn through more ...cycles, it may inadvertently block a portion of field of fire between the S&S team and the mercs in cover.

Indira may not be able to se the mercenaries past their cover, but she can take care of that potentially, even from here. The lawncare vehicle with a forcefield seems like their strongest bit of cover. She focuses for a moment, trying to summon vines and roots from under the soil to rise up and move it aside.

Quiet goes bounding from cover to cover. Rick Mason looks up groggily at Quiet and cocks his head to one side as she throws up cover for the two of them. He looks at the mostly expended pistol in his hand and then at the mercenary with a bad case of hole-itis in his head and chest.

"Indira safe?"

Rick ejects the almost spent magazine from the pistol in his hand. He rummages around in the mercenary's gear until he finds a fresh mag to slot into the gun. It's important for Rick to get the most important things out of the way first.

Griffin skids into place alongside the field medic. Their patient has a couple of cracked ribs and a badly broken forearm. Clearly the problem has been stemming the tide of bleeding for the guy. Maybe Griffin can help with that, in between suppressive fire.

Indira gets fed up with the reality being presented to her. She rejects it and forcibly interacts with THE VERY POWER OF NATURE to raise up a mighty bush of sweetbriar and grapevine that entangles the former lawncare vehicle in a cocoon of woody NATURAL POWER before launching it about a dozen meters south, closer to the local roadway and the protestors. Whoops.

At least it's out of the way? Plus Indira's helping!

Quiet offers Rick a hand up. Her other begins to move to offer him a thumbs up in answer to his question, but belays that when she senses the movement of the equipment some of the foes are using for cover. Instead, the other hand thumbs to said moving no-longer-cover to direct Rick's attention to it. Her faceplate even fades away for a moment to show him her very uneven smirk and slightly quirked brow (it's not a contest this time!) in a 'What do you think?' sort of fashion.

Quiet arrives to protect the medic in the middle of combat care so Griffin shifts tactics, helping the medic get people patched up while Quiet turns people into pincushions & saves Rick. Well Pulson Beam Cushions? Whatever it is doesn't have the same ring as pincushions and he can feel it in his teeth when she fires it. The Super Soldier smiles as Rick gets to his feet before he turns and focuses on the man in front of him.

"Hello guys. Let's see what we can do to slow this bleeding." Griffin says pulling a tourniquet out of his ankle MedKit so he can tie it off.

"You're going to have a gnarly scar here but you'll have a hell of a story for it. Only problem is- this is going to hurt. We'll need to set the bone and cauterize the wound. That part won't be fun." He says to the trooper. "What's your names?" He asks looking at the Medic & injured troopers, letting them prepare for this while he turns around and lets off 5 shots from his stellar charged eyes to suppress their assaulter oncoming fire.

Indira hears Quiet's voice inside her head: << "Nice trick. That -is- you, right?" Not that she seems she would feel bad if she mistakenly gave Indira some points with Rick. >>

Indira focuses on the next largest part of the mercenaries' barricade, trying to coax the sweetbriar and grapevine to help her once again.

Telepathic message from Indira to Quiet: << I thought it would help... >>

Griffin spends his next few turns fixing that dude's arm and possibly chest too. There's a medic to assist so everything should be cool. It's not like Griffin is prone to flights of fancy that will result in a forearm made of bone and flesh sculpture art/horror.

Quiet hauls Rick to his feet and redirects his attention toward the glorified lawnmower that is being heaved away. He sighs slightly, looking relieved, before he straightens up and gestures with his gun hand for Quiet to lead their charge.

In the background, Indira's shambling mass of vines and sticker bushes tangle around a tree and shrubs, brushing them away to reveal portable barricade materials that have been set up underneath the cover provided by the plants. The portable cover is promptly slung away in a storm of motion that starts revealing enemy positions in earnest.

Saberline and Sabot forces pop up and start concentrating fire on the revealed fireteam, which forces the team to join the other team behind the other third of the barricade.

Quiet nods to Breach and turns her attention to the merc teams with gradually shrinking cover. She begins to move, though not in a direct line. Intead, she moves obliquely, forcing them to divide their fire between her (and presumably Rick) while also clearing S&S teams' fields of fire on said mercs. Divide and conquer. With the shield still up, she doesn't try to take any shots of her own through it. That would be counterproductive.

Indira isn't able to do much hidden away as she is. Though the trees and plants are able to still obey her. She focuses on those vines to coax them to ensnare one of the mercenaries.

When Quiet breaks cover to zig-zag across the field, Rick breaks cover to zag-zig. He tries not to directly intersect with Quiet, but every once in a while there is a necessary intersection of their paths. Rick fires a few times, trying to keep the fireteams on their toes.

Indira turns the woody and thorny masses against the fireteams this time, knocking away a few sections of barricade in the process, but mostly she engulfs one very unlucky dude in plant matter that he can't break free of. Quiet and Rick hear a flurry of short words and phrases as they approach the remains of the barricade. One guy pops out from cover, only to get tagged by Quiet and Rick both, sending him stumbling back behind cover again.

That would be the point at which everyone can start to hear the *WHUMPF*s from behind the dwindling cover.

The Super-Charged Super Soldier gets the troopers arm set while he flash-steps away only to return with a long stick.

He strips the bark and branches easily before getting the the troopers splint in place behind the break. He snaps off the extra and positions it in the trooper's mouth. "You'll want to bite down on this." He gives him a sympathetic look before glancing up at the medic who pulls out the wrap they're going to use to keep everything in place.

"Alright on 3..." He says as his eyes begin glowing, building in energy to find that sweet spot between hot iron & molten lava.

Shoot. Move. Communicate. (BANG BANG) Quiet can even manage the third in a tactical situation. As she and Rick zig zag and split their fire, she drops her shield momentarily to do the first. Cover or no, a nice bright and loud flashbang will make their day worse. Also without much risk of damaging the nearby building, or the shrubbery.

Indira can't hear the whumph where she is. She just maintains a hold of the mercenary she can see, and keeps an eye out for any others that get in her line of sight to scoop them up.

Mercenaries continue to *WHUMPF* out of the area until only one remains... Well, okay, there are four that remain. The problem is that three of them are no longer living.

Oh good, Rick has finally recovered from all of the bullets he must have taken while Lien and Indira were being shaken, rattled, and rolled. Rick lowers his (borrowed) weapon and looks to Quiet in silent inquiry. Can she see any more targets that he can't?

Quiet may be able to, and possibly one better. With the number of immediately apparent threats dropping, she forgoes her shield to spin up the gravitics in a more general and broad space-warping scope. Nothing to physically move things, but enough to utterly scramble most tech-based translocation equipment targetting abilities. Had she realized they were high-tailing or relocating, she would've done so previously. Just because she's not heard to swear, doesn't mean she doesn't. She also launches a probe skyward to help with scanning the broader battlefield.

"2..." Griffin says calmly.

"1..." He follows up then he slides his pupils down the length of the hole in his flesh caused by the compound fracture.

One his wounds are no longer so critical Griffin can leave him in the care of the medic & his co-workers to move on to the next objective.

He senses the spike in ambient background energy when the living mercs all teleport out and he stands up looks up and around wondering where they went. He tries to sense it to see if they leave some kind of high energy trail. Quantum & other forms of teleportation aren't so trackable but since he's here he might as well try.

Indira mentally asks Quiet << Is it safe to come out? Is everyone going to be alright?>>

Quiet checks her sensors, both personal from her suit and from the feed sent by the hovering sensor at some altitude. <<Should be soon. Looks like they're bugging out.>>

The Colonial Bay Sentinel steps out from cover and looks around while Quiet launches her surveillance drone. Both of them mark the area as clear, no signs of remaining mercenaries within the visible operations area. You know, except for the one that Indira has tangled up in plant material. He's really quite upset at the moment, but can't seem to get his butt out of Dodge City.

"Well we're clear- with the exception of the Ambassador's catch of the day." Griffin says as he flashsteps to the others. He's still trying to feel the troopers out, holding a hand out like an antenna. "I'm ... I'm pretty sure those were Sundial teleporters. Too fast to tell you where they went but I bet they're at least a klick out. Must be nice to know that they're still not over you, Mason."

Quiet confirms that she has no more contacts and conveys 'CLEAR' to Rick via hand signals. << It's clear, Indira. Only one left is the one you snagged.>>

Quiet looks to Sentinel at his assessment of the mercs and their origin or that of their equipment. <<Sonuva #@!$!>>

Indira disappears from the window and peeks her head out the door a few moments later. She's about to come out when she gets Quiet's mental cursing and ducks back inside rapidly.

"Face it- its your charming personality." Griffin says offering Secret Army Daps which require the redaction of the panels in which it appears in the reprints of the comic.

"And I'm pretty sure she's already done her fair share of entangling." He adds as he points to the one, still living trooper which Indira captured. "Seems 'someone's' got some 'enhanced interrogation techniques' ahead of them tonight."

Quiet can't readily comment to Rick more than a nod and a thumb up, so she does do by way of Indira. << It looks like you're the one who entangled him, not the other way around.>> She shares a replay of Rick's comment, so she has context.

Quiet keeps an eye, and a bore on the grabbed one, as well as her grav distortion up. She cues Griffin to take a look at him, while also thinking to add (or adding to think). << If he's still wondering why they're hung up on him, tell Rick it might be his glowing personality, or the dimples in his cheeks. Either set.>>

Griffin eyes Lien's hand signals and nods, moving across the field to the captured trooper.

He begins scanning the man for a teleporter transponder or something enabling their get away trick. He doesn't want him to get away.

Indira remains hiding within the building for a bit. << I'll, hmm. Let you ask him yourself soon. Once it's truly safe and clear.>>

Indira thinks in confusion to Quiet <<Either set...?>>

Quiet just grins behind her faceplate. For Indira's benefit and ease, and for no other reason, surely, she shares the appopriate images of Mason. She's even considerate enough to think in some overlaying indicator arrows in neon green.