***********AT ATTENTION************
<Hazard> @@
<Gage> @@
<Cryz> @@
<Eve> @@
**********SIM BRIEF***********
X-FACTOR PARTIED LAST NIGHT, AT LEAST MOST OF THEM DID. IT'S NOW ABOUT 5 AM AND NEARLY EVERYONE IS BACK AT THEIR HOTEL ROOMS AND ASLEEP.

************PROLOGUE****************
SCENE> GAGE IS WALKING BACK TOWARDS THE HOTEL, THOROUGHLY SLOSHED, AS THE FIRST RAYS OF DAWN ARE JUST STARTING TO LIGHT THE SKY, WHEN HE NOTICES A MAN IN A BLACK FBI-ISSUE SUIT TALKING INTO A COMMUNICATOR, WHO IS FACING THE OPPOSITE DIRECTION AT THE MOMENT
<Gage> ::trips, under his breath:: Oh crap.
<Dragon> FBI Agent> ::voice is just low enough that Gage can't hear what he's saying from where he is now::
<Gage> ::tries to hit his communicator several times before actually hitting it, wispers:: Hello. Somebody? Anybody?
<Dragon> Sophia> +com+ Everyone's asleep. Whaddya want?
<Gage> ::stands and walks around the corner out of site:: Uh..a guy.
<Dragon> Sophia> +com+... You want a guy? Well I'm sure there's bars here that cater exactly to that. It's a big city.
<Gage> FBI guy! ::wipes some sweat off his forehead:: Here...'round the corner!
<Dragon> Sophia> +com+ I don't think it's a good idea to be trying to start any relationships with FBI guys right now... they're kinda after you all.
<Dragon> Sophia> +com+ ...Wait, there's one there? Around the corner? What's he saying?
<Gage> ::angry whisper:: I don't know!
<Dragon> Sophia> +com+ ::computerized angry whisper right back at him:: Well go find out!
<Gage> ::tries to walk as normally as possible and strolls over tot he FBI guy and pretends he's waiting for a bus::
<Dragon> FBI Agent> ::slightly distasteful look in his direction, moves a little bit further away from him and resumes talking on his com in a low tone::
<Dragon> FBI Agent> Yes sir, we got a report of the one called Hazard doing some damage out here… sounds like he went berserk and tried to crush some cops with their vehicle. … No sir… No sir, no sign of them… Yes sir, I know this isn't US soil… Yes sir. Yes sir. ::expression gets progressively more resigned:: Yes sir. Yes sir. ::clicks the com off, sticking it in his pocket and sighing::
<Dragon> FBI Agent> ::mumbles something under his breath and strides away::
<Gage> ::drunken slur:: You hear that, you lawn mower man rip-off??
<Dragon> FBI Agent> ::stops, turning and looking at Gage:: Excuse me?
<Gage> ::smiles at the guy and then vomits into a near by trash can::
<Dragon> FBI Agent> ...canadians.. ::leaves, hurriedly::
<Dragon> Sophia> +com+ Oooh the others aren't gonna wanna hear this..
**************END PROLOGUE****************
************SIM START****************
SCENE> IT'S ABOUT 5:30 AM, AND EVERYONE'S BEEN ROUSED FROM SLEEP AND GATHERED FOR A LITTLE TEAM MEETING, DUE TO GAGE FINDING THAT THE FBI KNOWS WHERE THEY ARE, IF NOT WHAT THEY LOOK LIKE.
<Dragon> ::swaying on her feet after getting maybe an hour of sleep, rubs her hands through her hair, mumbling incoherently::
<Gage> ::rests his head on the table:: Coffee...
<Cryz> ::leans against the wall, eyes half closed, slumped slightly::
<Hazard> ::leans against the wall in his morphed form, just fine for having not slept at all::
<Dragon> ::sits down at the table, more to keep from falling over than anything else, and blearily looks around:: Well... yay. They're after us. We need to figure out how much they know and where they're looking...
<Gage> ::mumbles again:: Aspirin...
<Dragon> ::half-drifts off in the blissful silence::
<Dragon> Sophia> +com+ WAKE UP!!!!
<Hazard> ::crosses his arms and looks at Gage:: Where is it you saw the guy?
<Gage> ::looks up:: Um... ::rubs head:: Outside, about a block away....i think.
<Hazard> Alright.. ::grabs his image inducer and walks out of the room::
<Dragon> nghh... ::sits up straight and stares around paranoiacally:: Err... get back here, Hazard!
<Hazard> ::slams the door shut::
<Cryz> ::grabs for his com and throws it off of him, pulling a chunk of his shirt off sinc ethe com'c imbedded in their uniforms:: Stupid Sophia
<Dragon> ((I don't trust him going anywhere by himself right now...)) ::stands up:: Cryz... you take Gage and Eve down toward the police station, see if you find any feds lurking around there... I'm gonna go to where the guy was last seen, and keep an eye on Hazard.
<Dragon> ::heads out the door, jogging to catch up to Hazard:: ((grrr))
<Gage> ::stands, enters the bathrrom, splashes his face with water::
<Cryz> ::stands, shaking his head:: Ugh... okay
************GROUP 1*************
<Dragon> SCENE> HAZARD AND DRAGON ARE HEADED TOWARD THE PLACE WHERE GAGE LAST SAW THE FBI MAN.
<Dragon> ::mutters under her breath, glaring at the back of Hazard's head::
<Hazard> ::walks quickly, staying as far ahead of Dragon as he can::
<Dragon> ::having 'lifted' the precise location of where Gage saw the guy from his mind, slows::
<Dragon> ::looks around:: There… if they were watching this street, they'd either be up there watching from the parking garage, or they'd be visible from that vantage point. Let's go. ::heads for the parking garage, pulling her jacket tighter around her:: ((If it weren't so chilly out, I'd probably fall asleep on my feet..))
<Hazard> ::glares at her out of the corner of his eye, tapping his image inducer and changing his image to his old metal form::
<Dragon> ::glares back, heading into the parking garage::
<Hazard> ::glances up at the parking garage, crossing the street and heading into it::
<Dragon> ACTION> THE PARKING GARAGE IS ALMOST DESERTED, EXCEPT FOR A THIN MAN WALKING TOWARDS THE FAR END, MUMBLING TO HIMSELF ABOUT REMEMBERING WHERE HE PARKED
<Dragon> ::glances at the man, then heads up the stairs toward the upper levels of the garage:: ((Hopefully this isn't a completely pointless chase..))
<Hazard> ::follows the ramps, going up::
<Dragon> ACTION> MOMENTS LATER, THE SOUNDS OF AN ARGUMENT CAN BE HEARD, WITH SOME GUY YELLING AND LEANING ON HIS HORN AT SOMEONE WHO SEEMS TO HAVE GOTTEN IN HIS WAY
<Dragon> ::blinks, and looks back down the ramp:: ((People get crazy when they're in cars..))
<Hazard> heh.. ::looks around the level he's on::
<Dragon> ACTION> A LOUD CRASH CAN BE HEARD, AND ONE OF THE VOICES GETS A LOT SHRILLER AND FRIGHTENED SOUNDING
<Dragon> ...What the hell was that? ::turns and runs back down the ramp to the first level::
<Hazard> ::stays up on the higher level, walking over to the end and looking down at the street::
<Dragon> ACTION> ON THE FIRST LEVEL OF THE PARKING GARAGE, A LARGE, ANGRY, GREEN MAN EASILY RECOGNIZABLE AS THE HULK, IS SLAMMING THE FLOOR REPEATEDLY WITH A RED SPORTS CAR AND BELLOWING. THE OWNER OF THE CRUNCHED SPORTSCAR IS RUNNING AWAY FOR HIS LIFE, SCREAMING LIKE A LITTLE GIRL
<Dragon> ((oh lord...)) Hazard! ::yells up the ramp at him::
<Dragon> Hulk> HULK SMAAAAAASH!!!! ::punches the ground hard enough to crack the cement and asphalt, then starts picking up chunks and hurling them at the wall and across the garage, hard enough that Hazard can feel the floor shaking slightly beneath his feet::
<Hazard> Hmm.. feds? ::steps back, feeling the floor shake:: Hope not.. ::grabs a metal railing and swings himself around, taking a peek down at the first level::
<Dragon> erk! ::ducks a flying chunk of asphalt:: Need a little maniac containment down here!
<Dragon> ACTION> A LARGE CHUNK OF CEMENT WINGS BY HAZARD'S HEAD CLOSE ENOUGH FOR HIM TO FEEL THE BREEZE
<Hazard> ::swings back up quickly:: Sounds serious.. ::looks around;: ((Might be others in here.. )) ::runs up the next ramp, checking for any other people in the garage::
<Dragon> Hulk> ::turns, seeing them, and bellows again, charging with the battered sports car raised over his head like a club::
<Dragon> ACTION> HAZARD NOTES A FEW CARS BUT NO PEOPLE SEEM TO BE IN THE GARAGE
<Dragon> ::swallows and forms a fireball between her hands, raising it warningly:: Hold it there, big guy... ((Somehow I don't think this is much of a threat..))
<Hazard> Hunh.. doesn't look like anybody's in here. No reason to stay here myself then.. ::hops onto the stairs and starts down::
<Dragon> ::lets the fireball go, aiming at Hulk's chest, when he doesn't stop::
<Dragon> ACTION> AS THE FIREBALL STREAKS TOWARDS HULK, SPARKS FLY OUTWARDS FROM IT, ONE LANDING IN A SMALL PUDDLE OF FLUID THAT IS TRICKLING FROM ONE OF THE CRACKS IN THE CEMENT. THE FLUID IGNITES, FLASHING BRIEFLY, THEN DISAPPEARING DOWN INTO THE GROUND.
<Dragon> ...
<Dragon> ACTION> THERE IS BARELY TIME TO BREATHE BEFORE THERE'S A MUFFLED WHUMP AND THE GROUND FLIES EVERYWHERE, ACCOMPANIED BY SEARING FIRE.
<Dragon> ************GROUP 2*************
<Dragon> SCENE> CRYZ, EVE, AND GAGE HAVE REACHED THE POLICE STATION, AND ARE WATCHING FROM A SMALL CAFÉ ACROSS THE STREET.
<Cryz> ::asleep with his head on the table::
<Dragon> Waitress> ::comes to their table:: Would you like some coffee?
<Gage> ::trying to concentrate on the station:: ((Head...pain...owww) ) ::looks at the waitress:: yes, please...black
<Gage> ::looks at Cryz:: Uh...
<Dragon> Waitress> One of those mornings, eh? ::smiles and pours Gage a cup:: Does... your friend want some too? ::eyes Cryz facedown on the table::
<Gage> A cup for him as well, i guess.
<Dragon> Waitress> ::nods and pours a second cup, setting it down right by Cryz's nose::
<Gage> Thank you, Ma'am.
<Dragon> ACTION> SIRENS GO OFF AT THE STATION, AND WITHIN A MINUTE OR TWO NEARLY ALL OF THE POLICE CARS HAVE SPED AWAY, DRAWING THE ATTENTION OF THE FEW OTHER CUSTOMERS IN THE CAFÉ.
<Cryz> ::nose twitches slightly from the smell of coffee and lifts his head up:: Hmm? Coffee?
<Gage> ::starts to get up:: Uh...::taps Cryz:: Cryz?
<Dragon> Waitress> ::turns to watch the police station, stopping in her rounds for a moment:: Wow... must be something big going down. I don't think i've ever seen that many rush off at once.
<Gage> ((No time)) ::yells:: Cryz!
<Dragon> ACTION> A FEW OTHER CUSTOMERS SHOOT GAGE AND CRYZ FUNNY LOOKS
<Cryz> ::gets up and quickly drinks his coffee::
<Dragon> Waitress> ::hands them the bill::
<Cryz> ::forks over some cash for the bill without looking at it, paying twice as much::
<Gage> ::heads out the door::
<Dragon> Waitress> ::arches an eyebrow, then shrugs and goes back to serving coffee::
<Dragon> ACTION> OUTSIDE, ALL THE POLICE CARS HAVE LEFT, AND THE SIRENS ARE FADING INTO THE DISTANCE
<Cryz> ::follows after Gage, more awake now::
<Gage> ::runs following the cars:: Do we risk powering up?
<Dragon> ACTION> THE CARS ARE LONG GONE, OUT OF SIGHT
<Cryz> ::shakes his head::
<Dragon> ACTION> AT A SMALL TV SHOP NEARBY, AN EARLY MORNING CROWD IS GATHERING AROUND THE WINDOW, WHICH IS RATHER UNUSUAL
<Cryz> ::taps Gage's shoulder then heads for the tv shop::
<Gage> ::walks over following Cryz::
<Dragon> Anchorwoman> This is a special local news break, your regular programming will resume in 15 minutes. Minutes ago, a gas main in Vancouver's business district exploded, destroying almost a full city block of buildings. I believe our reporter is on the scene now... Brian? Brian, are you there?
<Dragon> ACTION> THE BROADCAST CUTS TO A PICTURE OF RUBBLE, WITH RESCUE WORKERS HURRYING AROUND AND A NUMBER OF POLICE CARS CLUSTERED BLOCKING OFF THE STREET, AND AMBULANCES PARKED NEARBY. THE REPORTER CLEARS HIS THROAT TO BE HEARD ABOVE THE SOUND OF SIRENS AND YELLING.
<Dragon> Reporter> This is Brian Yanneck, at the site of the gas main eruption that happened around 5:30 AM, just minutes ago as you can see. Several businesses were destroyed in the explosion, but luckily no one was inside at the time. Right now, rescue workers are helping several people who were in cars that were thrown by the explosion.
<Dragon> Reporter> We don't have names, yet, but at least three people are in critical condition at the hospital, and several others are being treated for less critical injuries. It is unknown whether anyone was in the parking garage here, when the gas main blew. ::gestures behind him to a massive pile of cement and asphalt and steel beams::
<Dragon> ACTION> IN THE PICTURE, THEY CAN JUST BARELY MAKE OUT A LARGE DOG THAT LOOKS LIKE HAZ'S, SNIFFING AROUND THE EDGE OF THE RUBBLE BEFORE SOMEONE SHOOS IT AWAY
<Gage> ::eyes wide:: Oh man.
<Cryz> ::blinks, shooting a look at Gage:: Naw... they couldn't have gotten into trouble already...
<Gage> ::rapid heart beat:: +com+ Gage to Dragon...
<Dragon> ACTION> THE REPORT CONTINUES, BASICALLY REVEALING THAT NOBODY HAS A CLUE WHAT HAPPENED OR HOW, BEFORE GOING BACK TO THE ANCHORWOMAN
<Cryz> ::eyes dart around:: +com+ Cryz to Dragon....
<Gage> +com+ Gage to Hazard?
<Dragon> ACTION> THE COM CONNECTION DOESN'T GET THROUGH, JUST STATIC
<Gage> ::worried look:: Call Sophie?
<Dragon> Sophia> +com+ Wha? Someone call me?
<Gage> ::doesn't wait:: +com+ Sophie?
<Cryz> +com+ Sophia... locate Dragon's com...
<Dragon> Sophia> +com+ ...It's not coming in. Out of range or broken.
<Cryz> ::swallows:: +com+ Can you track down the signal on channel ::squints at a tv:: 13, then? Where they're broadcasting from live?
<Gage> ::swallows:: I know where....
<Cryz> ::looks at Gage:: You do?
<Dragon> Sophia> +com+ Just a sec... ::pauses as she tracks the signal::
<Gage> ::starts to head off:: I was just there! Remember??
<Dragon> Sophia> +com+ The live broadcast is over. I wasn't monitoring the TV channels until now, can't help you.
<Dragon> ACTION> A YELLOW CAB IDLES NEAR A LARGE HOTEL ACROSS THE STREET, EVIDENTLY WAITING FOR SOMEONE
<Gage> ::waits for Cryz:: Cab? ::wistles::
<Cryz> ::heads over to the cab::
<Gage> Either way... ::heads along as well::
<Dragon> Cabby> ::glances out his window at Cryz:: Sorry man, i'm waiting on a call for someone already..
<Cryz> ::flashes some cash::
<Dragon> Cabby> ::glances up towards the hotel, looks at his watch, then smiles, flashing a few missing teeth and at least one gold one:: Get in
<Gage> ::steps in the back seat::
<Cryz> ::gets into the cab on the other side, pointing to Gage:: He'll know where to go
<Gage> ::thinks:: UH...the 12th street Parking Garage
<Gage> ::looks out window:: Where all the smoke is!
<Dragon> Cabby> ::puts the car in gear, then heads in that direction:: Didn't all the cops just head that way?
<Gage> Most likely. Step on it, my man.
<Dragon> ACTION> IN ABOUT 5 MINUTES, THEY REACH A POLICE BLOCKADE AND THE CAB STOPS AND PULLS TO THE SIDE OF THE ROAD
<Dragon> Cabby> Sorry, this as far as I can take you.
<Cryz> ::hands the cabby the cash:: Thanks ::gets out of the car::
<Gage> ::steps out:: Now what?
<Dragon> ACTION> PAST THE PARKED POLICE CARS AND FLASHING LIGHTS, THEY CAN SEE WHAT USED TO BE AN 8 STORY PARKING GARAGE, REDUCED TO A BIG PILE OF RUBBLE
<Dragon> Dog> ::bounds over to Gage and Cryz, ears raised::
<Gage> ::reaches the blockade and looks for Drags and Haz::
<Dragon> ACTION> A THIN MAN STUMBLES AWAY FROM THE RUBBLE UNNOTICED BY THE POLICE, AS THEY'RE OCCUPIED WITH THE CARS THAT WERE HIT BY THE EXPLOSION
<Cryz> ::lightly pats the dog's head:: Where are they? ::uneasy feeling in his stomach::
<Cryz> ::heads over to the man::
<Dragon> Dog> ::trots back toward the rubble, lowering his head and pawing at a chunk of cement and whining slightly::
<Gage> ::follows the dog::
<Gage> ::powers up and begins to pull chunks of rumble away:: Where, boy?
<Dragon> ACTION> GAGE SEES SOMETHING BLUE AND SHINY STRETCHING SLOWLY OUT FROM BETWEEN SOME CHUNKS OF RUBBLE, NEARLY AS THIN AS SARAN WRAP FROM HOW FAR IT'S STRETCHED
<Gage> ::heads over to it::
<Cryz> ::glances over at the dog and Gage then sees the blue thing and heads over:: That looks familiar...
<Dragon> Dog> ::wags its tail and runs to the blue thing and licks it::
<Gage> What is it?
<Cryz> Thought so... ::pulls on the blue thing:: Haz?
<Dragon> ACTION> AS CRYZ PULLS, SOME RUBBLE SHIFTS SLIGHTLY, LOOSENING HAZARD FROM WHERE HE'S TRAPPED, JUST A BIT
<Hazard> ::continues to squirm out, in a mangled, not even humanoid form::
<Gage> Haz?!
<Cryz> ::continues to pull on the thing, trying to pull him fully out of the rubble::
<Hazard> ::flops into a pile on the ground::
<Gage> What happened here?? ::looks at the dog: Where's Dragon, boy?
<Cryz> ::eyes the rubble worriedly::
<Dragon> Dog> ::looks at Gage uncomprehendingly and scratches behind its ear::
<Hazard> ::strained groan, lifting his slolwy forming head::
<Cryz> ::shifts to crystal, having the uniform form over him then forms his hands large and begins to pull pieces of rubble away::
<Gage> ::looks around for the thin man:: Wasn't there a-
<Dragon> ACTION> THE THIN MAN IS LONG GONE
<Dragon> Sophia> ::materializes in holographic form near them:: Err... ixnay on the owerspay... Police heading this way.. Hope you have a cover story
<Gage> :: assists Cryz:: I'm sure she's- I mean... ((Oh god)) ::throws larges pieces of rubble to the side::
<Hazard> ::struggles with his form, trying to his the dog to drag him off into an alley to hide::
<Dragon> Policeman> ::hurries over, out of breath:: What the hell are you two... doing? ::eyes their strange appearances warily:: Did you cause this? ::blinks and realizes he nearly stepped on a pile of blue stuff and looks down at Hazard:: What the hell..
<Gage> ::Glowing red with Green Skin:: Sir. We're...uh...Super-Heroes! Alpha Flgiht, to be exact!
<Cryz> ::shifts to look at the Policeman, having no face:: We're here to help clean up. We can pick up things heavier than most people can, and it will be awhile until machines arrive to help clean things up.
<Dragon> Policeman> ...Sure. Whatever you say. ::backs away slightly:: Is there someone in there? ::points at the demolished building::
<Gage> ::still searching:: POssible. You might want to get an ambulance ready.
<Dragon> ACTION> SOMETHING HOVERS ABOVE THEM, SHADOWING THEM ALL, AS THE JET UNCLOAKS
<Hazard> ::stands up, rather unsteadly with one arm still stretched down to the ground::
<Gage> ::looks up:: Or not.
<Dragon> Sophia> This might help... ::vanishes::
<Dragon> ACTION> SEVERAL POINTS ON THE JET'S UNDERBODY START TO GLOW, THEN FOCUS A BEAM DOWNWARD ON THE RUBBLE
<Cryz> ::stands away::
<Gage> ::mutters:: Stupid Machines. Think they know everything. ::backs away::
<Dragon> Sophia> +com+ Tractor beams are useful, no?
<Dragon> ACTION> LARGE CHUNKS OF THE RUBBLE START TO LIFT SLOWLY, THEN MOVE TO THE SIDE, BEING SET IN A SECOND PILE
<Hazard> ::finds his voice:: ahhhh.. ::clenches his teeth::
<Dragon> Dog> ::bumps into Hazard's legs, nosing his stretched out hand::
<Cryz> ::looks at Haz then lifts his hand up for him::
<Dragon> Policeman> ::scratches his head, then just backs away:: ((Well... this is unusual))
<Hazard> ::looks up, causing his head to flop al the way back because of a stretched out neck:: uuugghhnnn..
<Gage> ::just stands, waiting::
<Cryz> ::lifts Haz's head for him, too:: You will return to your abnormal self, right?
<Dragon> ACTION> THERE STARTS TO BE A DEFINITE PIT IN THE PILE OF RUBBLE AS THE JET CONTINUES TO TRACTOR PIECES AWAY
<Dragon> Sophia> +com+ I've got life signs... barely there, but I found them.
<Hazard> ::strained voice:: trying.. ::pushes himself against a wall, slowly reforming his arm::
<Gage> ::taps his chest:: +com+ Pick me up, I'll prepare the med-bay.
<Dragon> ACTION> THE JET'S HATCH OPENS AND A CABLE TUMBLES OUT TO THE GROUND FOR HIM TO CLIMB
<Cryz> +com+ Where's the life signs? ::begins to dig faster through the rubble::
<Dragon> Sophia> +com+ In the rubble, where I'm trying to get to right now
<Gage> ::climbs up:: Well, this has been interesting, eh? ::heads into the med bay::
<Hazard> ::grabs the dog, wrapping his elongated arm around it and then starts climbing up the cable himself::
<Dragon> ACTION> THE CABLE RETRACTS, PULLING HAZARD AND THE DOG UP INTO THE JET
<Dragon> Policeman> ::stands, watching the jet:: There is nooo way someone could be under an 8 story building collapsing, with a gas main blowing under their feet, and still be in one piece...
<Gage> ::walks over to Haz as he is brought up:: Are you...okay?
<Hazard> ::doesn't give Gage a reply, just stumbles towards the front of the jet:: Sophia..
<Dragon> ACTION> THE JET STOPS TRACTORING RUBBLE OUT OF THE WAY, INSTEAD HOLDING THE SIDES OF THE PIT STEADY SO IT DOESN'T COLLAPSE FURTHER
<Cryz> ::moves to the pit, reverting to flesh::
<Dragon> Sophia> +com+ There.. You'll have to get the last couple pieces, I can't tractor them off without risking getting her in the tractor beam as well
<Hazard> ::bangs on the wall:: Sophia..!
<Cryz> ::carefully removes the last pieces, looking worriedly down at her::
<Dragon> ACTION> CRYZ SEES DRAGON PALE AND UNCONSCIOUS UNDER THE LAST PIECES OF RUBBLE
<Dragon> Sophia> ::uses the jet intercom to speak to Haz:: What? ::irritable sound::
<Gage> ::powers down, looks down through the hatch at Cryz:: +com+ How is she?
<Hazard> Show me a.. ;;groans again, flopping down in a seat:: view of the crowd.. this'll draw the feds.. and they'll know what we look like..
<Cryz> ::carefully picks Dragon up, bracing her carefully:: +com+ Oh god...
<Dragon> Sophia> ::to Gage:: Attach the hoverstretcher there to the cable so I can lower it
<Gage> Sophia, you may want to plot a course to the nearest hospital. I doubt anyone knows enough to be of much help to her. ::attchs the the stretcher:: Done!
<Dragon> ::out cold, just hangs limply in Cryz's arms::
<Dragon> ACTION> THE HOVERSTRETCHER LOWERS QUICKLY, TO STOP IN FRONT OF CRYZ
<Cryz> ::carefully picks up Drags, setting her down softly, looking worriedly down at her::
<Hazard> Ughh.. damnit.. sophia, the crowd! ::slumps against the side of the chair::
<Dragon> ACTION> THE HOVERSTRETCHER IS PULLED BACK UP TO THE JET ALONG THE CABLE, LEAVING THE CABLE THERE FOR CRYZ TO CLIMB UP
<Cryz> ::climbs up the cable quickly::
<Dragon> Sophia> What about the bloody crowd? ::puts on a view of the police and ambulance crews standing around looking rather dumbstruck::
<Gage> ::pulls the stretcher into the med bay:: Oh my god. ((I only know basic emergency medicine!))
<Dragon> ACTION> THE CABLE RETRACTS AND THE HATCH SNAPS SHUT, JET SPEEDING AWAY, LETTING THE TRACTOR BEAM DISSIPATE, THE RUBBLE ALL COLLAPSING IN ON ITSELF AGAIN
<Gage> ::Listens for Dragon's brething::
<Dragon> ACTION> A MED SCANNER RUNS BACK AND FORTH ABOVE DRAGON, BEEPING QUIETLY
<Gage> ::backs up:: Whoa. Unexpected.
<Hazard> ::leans forward, searching through the emergency crews and the observing crowd for the feds:: ((They're here.. idiots if they're not..))
<Cryz> ::sits down by the med section, looking faintly ill and really worriedly::
<Dragon> Sophia> This jet's fully loaded... probably more specialized equipment for dealing with mutant injuries than any hospital would have. I don't detect anything really physically wrong with her outside of a few scratches and bruises.
<Dragon> ACTION> THE VIEWSCREENS ZOOM IN ON A GUY IN A BLACK SUIT, TALKING INTO A CELLPHONE
<Gage> That's a relief. ::begins tending to her cuts and such::
<Hazard> ::leans back:: well.. we've been made now..
<Hazard> Get this thing moving.. we gotta go.. ::stands up::
<Dragon> Sophia> The feds can't know what we're X-Factor. None of you match the descriptions, the jet certainly doesn't look like the one they fitted out.
<Dragon> ACTION> THE JET'S ENGINES THRUM TO LIFE AND THE JET SPEEDS AWAY FROM THE SCENE
<Hazard> ::glares:: But they know X-Factor is here and they're not a buncha retards so we gotta go! ::mutters and stumbles towards the med area::
<Dragon> Sophia> ::face appears on the viewscreen back by the medbed:: Scanner results aren't changing... I can't find anything wrong with her on this equipment.
<Dragon> Sophia> In other words... she ought to be awake. But she's not. ::puzzled tone::
<Gage> ::finishes cleansing and bandaging the last major cut, sits::
<Gage> Shock?
<Cryz> ::glances at Sophia, looking more ill:: So what, then?
<Hazard> ::walks into the med bay;: Feds'll be coming now.
<Gage> ::looks at Hazard:: What the hell happened down there?
<Dragon> Sophia> I don't know. She really shouldn't have survived that. She hasn't got super strength or invulnerability or anything of the sort... but she must have used her tk to protect herself somehow.
<Dragon> Sophia> ::viewscreen face turns toward Hazard:: What *did* happen down there?
<Hazard> Somebody learned a lesson down there.. gas main and fireball bad. ::turns and heads back to the front of the jet:: Like I said, feds are gonna figure us out soon now.
******************SIM END*******************