2010-07-26 - Regroupies
From Four Color Comics MUX
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| Summary: After suffering a terrible defeat, four teens go to a girlfriend's house to lick their wounds and plan their next moves. | |||
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Mary is out playing Captain Picard on the Testament or something, 'cuz Rachel's alone. She's so rarely off-duty, between the jobs she works to make the apartment possible, and the round-the-clock crimefighting she does the rest of the time, but right now she's crashed out on the couch, catching up on some badly needed sleep. The apartment door is locked, but the windows are, as usual, open, a warm and muggy summer breeze wafting through the room.
Despite likely protests from Glory, Shade picked the young woman up, and slunk into the shadows whispering for her to be quiet. He took his scarf he had given her as a pillow back and has it tightly wrapped around his chest. The bleeding isn't stopped, but it's slowed. It also hurts like a mother bitch what being tight on broken and cracked ribs. So with Glory over his shoulder caveman style, and slinking thorugh the shadows with Tao ordered to stay close, the ninja uses his entire available strength and skill to make it to the 'Bratcave' and an open window. He comes in and out of the shadows with Glory in his arms and says shakily, "Rachel? We need help. Glory first. I... I don't know what I did to her." He knows she can hear him. The girl has the super hearing.
Tao, well, miraculously, he escaped with only a cut behind one knee, where Ratman got him with a rusty knife. Better make sure the tetanus shot is up to take and get that cut cleaned out really good. But, all things considered, it could have been a lot worse. While Shade totes the battered Glory, Tao is left to deal with Wyatt. Easier said that done. The cowboy's not /huge/, but he's not small either, and Tao's not exactly a powerlifter. Still, he manages to get Wyatt up and pulls the cowboy's arm across his own shoulders to carry/drag him while he follows the Ninja to..wherever they're going.
Glory does protest, as loud as she can in fact, but luckily she's in no shape to stop Shade as he hauls her through the storm to Rachel's place, groaning in pain every once in a while despite herself. Tonight was a great lesson in how she's /not/ invincible apparently, as she's one giant bruise wrapped in a tattered trenchcoat and bits of minivan.
Yeah, Rachel's a pretty light sleeper -- or at least, with her senses, a very deep sleeper who is nonetheless easily disturbed on this planet. She sits up, drowsy softness written all over her features for about five seconds; then urgency banishes the expression, in favor of the empowered concern of someone faced with a dire problem she can actually solve. "Please, come in," she murmurs, helping people through the window -- strong lass, though not obviously super-strong. The couches have already seen better days; a little blood won't hurt them, and in short order she's directed Glory to the armchair that can recline, and Wyatt to the couch. There's still one chair free if someone wants to claim it. "Shame my housemate is out of range, she could beam you all up to a med bay. As it is, this'll just have to do." She produces a first aid kit souped up with some EMT equipment from under the kitchen sink, and gets to work -- Shade first. He might protest, but the eyes don't lie, and the mind knows what it sees. "Shirt off and lie down," the girl demands with the flat calm of any medic. "We're going to do three things before the lack of pressure makes you bleed out: clean, suture, and bandage." She hands a second bottle of nice, painful disinfectant to Tao, and requests, "Clean your cut. Glory, stay awake. And someone try to wake up Wyatt."
The Shade locks eyes with Rachel but removes the shirt slowly. Under it is a very nasty purple and black bruise that causes the young ninja to be incredibly slow when he removes the shirt. And in the dead center of it is a stab wound. It bleeds freely and he wobbles a little. Liekly form the pain, but to credit his trianing, he doesn't cry out. He goes where he is directed and lays down stretching out his neck as he does so. "I mean it. I don't know what I did to Glory. Patrisha mind controlled me. I hit her with everything I had in the throat. I'll be fine. Check on her." He's protesting, but doing what he is told.
So, yeah, lots of questions that Tao would wanna ask right now, but he decides that can wait for later. He accepts the disinfectant with mumbled thanks and moves over someplace where he can get it cleaned up. He pulls off his rubber boots (thank God...those looked and felt awful) and rolls up his pants leg. He winces as exposure to the air makes the wound feel worse, but it's not too deep. Hopefully won't need stiches.
"Dude, shut up and let her patch you up," Tao mutters at Shade, right before he contorts his face in pain as he presses an antiseptic soaked cloth to the back of his knee. "You look like compost or something right now."
Glory sink gratefully into the reclining chair, getting blinker fluid all over it. Oh no wait, that's blood. She doesn't look very happy, but is currently too beat up to do more than frown at everything in a dazed way. She'd never actually been in a fight, let alone gotten beat up before she aquired her powers and after well... nothing had managed to do more than cause her some brief discomfort. This is an entirely new thing for her and she doesn't like it /at all/.
Suddenly she stiffens, a stricken look on her face and makes an odd squeaky noise. Oh right, throat injury. Digging out her trusty, soggy notebook she writes something down and hands it to Tao. The note says 'Where's Tad?'
Rachel starts at 'normal' speed with the procedure, but as she gains confidence, she starts to speed up; in the end, with improbable gentleness and care, the entire operation on Shade is done in a little under a minute, when it should have taken, especially inexpertly, quite a bit longer. Being able to see inside the wound without poking around or widening it with a scalpel helps, at least. Her hands become a blur (re: Tao, this chick ain't normal). A skilled blur, apparently. "You're lucky, it didn't puncture an organ," she comments as she fixes the bandage -- tight. Very tight. In such a way that avoids compressing the ribs. "Doctors don't keep the ribs wrapped anymore, it increases the odds of pnemonia complications, especially on a night like tonight." She swiftly administers a stronger painkiller, though not quite a full on knockout drug. "Okay, someone tell me how and when Wyatt got knocked out, I don't like that he's still out." However, she and the kit have moved on to Glory. One thing at a time.
Making a fist and keeping it that way until Rachel is done he sits up, very slowly. Looking at his chest, which when it isn't a mass of purple ugliness is actually quite in shape. Just incase ladies were owndering... He says "How bad is it under there?" Then he looks to Wyatt. "I don't know. Around tweenty. Tad hit him pretty hard in the back of the skull. He's breathing. My money is on concussion."
Tao just...stares at Rachel as she goes into her hypermedic thing, so it's a few moments before he notices that Glory has written something. He leans forward to squint at the soggy notebook. "We left him there," he says, looking not happy about that. "Shade pretty much went beserker on him, so I don't think he's getting up from that anytime soon...though no guarantees on anything. Hopefully the police find him." Tao didn't exactly like just leaving him there but...they had more pressing concerns. He glances over at Rachel and Shade. "'Him him pretty hard' is an understatement. Dude tried to slam him through the pavement. If it was me that'd be on the recieving end of that, I'd be a puddle of jelly about now."
Glory rolls her eyes in annoyance, making a phone shape with her hand and some indecipherable gestures. Probably wanting Tao to call the police and tell them where to find him. "Heya, nice place" she manages to rasp out to Rachel.
"Lie back down and breathe deeply. On your side if it's more comfortable. Keeping your lungs properly inflated is a must," Rachel says to Shade in a quiet, gentle tone that brooks no argument, while she examines Glory. "Suck on this," she adds to the girl, giving her an anesthezing lozenge that should kill the throat pain without making it hard to breathe. Extracting the chunks of metal is more painful, but at least it's very, very fast -- remove, clean, bandage. A couple of the larger wounds get stitches. "You're also lucky -- no internal injuries from all that trauma. Cracked ribs like Shade -- breathe deeply, get lots of rest, no strenuous physical activity until they're all better." Then she gets to work on the poor, abused throat; there's not a lot to do there, "Your neck is okay, I don't need to immobilize it, and your airways are okay, so just keep breathing and don't talk." Then, a second moderately-stronger painkiller administered, she walks over to Wyatt and kneels down beside him on the couch, looking him over. "Sounds like mind control, yeah," she absently agrees, having apparently allowed some thread of her mind to follow the conversation going on around her. More firmly, "Whatever happened tonight, it isn't your fault. Not any of you." Her eyes rest on Shade and Tao especially. "You weren't responsible for your actions. So don't let it eat you up inside, that can only inhibit the healing process."
Not one to stay still, even when he should, Shade blinks as he is in mid process of limping over to Glory. He quickly limps back before she notices he had left his spot and does as he is instructed. "No. Its my fault." He says evenly taking a deep breath. Ouch. "I let the pain from these damned ribs get to me. I thought she was going to attack Tao, so I leapt in, and started the brawl. I should have been patient. We might have found where she lives."
Tao takes a moment to get what Glory is trying to tell him. "What? Phone? You need to call somebody?" He takes his phone out. "You shouldn't really be talking while your throat is...oh...oh! Me...yeah...call police. Good idea..." He double checks to make certain that he's using the prepaid (hopefully untraceable) sim card that he got for hero-ID stuff and calls the police while Rachel is working on Glory and drops a tip about the location of a certain wanted individual.
"I'm mostly just pissed that Gothtart was able to get into my mind so easily," Tao says, in regards to Rachel's statement. "And Shade, stop that self beating up crap, okay? She screws minds. She screwed mine. She screwed yours. We did the right thing and it went bad tonight. That's all."
"You waited until we were out of the kitchen at least" Glory offers shade, completely ignoring Dr. Rachel's orders. "I'll get her later, don't worry" she promises, voice still hoarse. She makes no move to get off the chair herself, instead clutching the large gem that usually adorns her belt.
Wyatt stirs once the more recent poking and prodding begins to take place. He doesn't make any noise or move, except to flare his nostrils, then open his eyes and peer around, squinting. He really doesn't look happy, and that is not a common expression for him to wear.
Rachel was sleeping in a big white nightshirt with blue flowers on it, and boxers. Needless to say, it's now a big red nightshirt; her hands are also bloody, though she's been cleaning and re-cleaning them continuously. For whatever reason, she seems to have an aversion to latex gloves; presumably she doesn't fear for her own infection. "Ouch, right to the back of the head. But nothing's broken, amazingly. Just a huge shock. He should wake up any time now." Whether or not she notices Shade and Glory's behavior is anyone's best guess; she doesn't respond to it either way. They're big kids, they can do as they like now that they have some advice. "Ah -- yep. Wyatt, it's me, Rachel. You're at my apartment, your friends brought you here. It's just us." The last comment is a little cryptic. "It sounds like you guys KOed a bad guy, and the police have been notified to pick him up, so just stay calm, try to sit up, slooowly, and tell me if you have trouble seeing. Here's a painkiller for your headache." She hands over pills and cool water, and helps him up, if he wants a hand.
The Shade grins over to Glory. "Yeah. I did." He closes his eyes. "I'm sorry Glory. She made me think you were Tad, and when Tad hit you with the Mini Van I..." he takes a moment to consider, "I lost control when I saw you in the exploding Mini Van. And I thought I was fighting Tad and I was so MAD at what he did, I just..." He shuts up and lays back making a gesture in greeting to Wyatt.
Wyatt cranks himself up to sitting, and glowers around with grim features. "'m gonna find that little shit an' break his damn arms." Woah. Wyatt? "And she's goin' down. Don't have time fer this foolin' around with 'em." He sounds like gravel taking a moment to clear his throat, still scowling.
"Hey, Cowboy, welcome back," Tao says guardedly. He looks around. "So uh...dumb question guys. And I say this totally grateful for the assist, but...where are we right now?"
Once Wyatt's doing okay (for some definitions of okay -- his attitude doesn't phase her much), Rachel takes a moment to examine Tao's injuries and bandage up the cut, adding "You're at my apartment" totally unhelpfully, then takes a couple of deep breaths. "Shade lost a lot of blood. I assume you're here because you don't want the hospital. I know a place where I can pick up an IV, so I'll be right back. Someone mobile please put the kettle on, and add nine grams of salt to the litre -- measuring cups and a scale are in a drawer. And before anyone runs out to be mind-messed again, I recommend contacting INTEL. This is something they do well, they have a whole Psychic Operations division. I know a guy, I'll put you in touch, you can tell him the story." She heads into what is presumably her bedroom, and doesn't come out -- if someone checks, the soiled nightclothes are in her garbage can, and the window's open.
"Somewhere in New York" Glory quips at Tao, looking worriedly at Wyatt. "Are you alright?" she rasps, tensing up a bit but not making a move just yet. She's not exactly BFF's with Wyatt, but she knows him well enough to know he normally wouldn't say something like that. And considering both Vegas and that they just finished fighting a mind controller... well, she's understandable cautious.
The Shade says, "Kool-Aid." Shade says evenly as he closes his eyes thinking sleep sounds AWESOME right about now. "Kool-Aid is surprising good for Dehydration. And for helping with concussions." He looks over to Wyatt as he opens his eyes. "We'll get her big guy. And I don't think we should play nice anymore.""
"Gee, ya think, Glory?" Tao asks, getting up. She can't be feeling /too/ bad, obviously. He wonders if her super powers give her speedy healing. "I was horrified that we might be in Hoboken or something." He looks over at Wyatt, then Shade. "We weren't exactly playing pitty-pat back there, man. I wasn't expecting Ratboy to bring all of his friends." He puts his hands on the small of his back and stretches a bit. "If I see any Koolaid or gatorade in the kitchen, I'll let you know. I'm gonna do that saltwater stuff our hostess with the fast hands has suggested." He starts off toward the kitchen area.
Wyatt frowns and runs one hand through his hair. "Talkin' ain't workin'. Gonna catch me a rat, first. Then we gotta catch ourselves a mind-breakin' witch." He stares hard at the floor, frowning, before adding, "AN' I got some other stuff ta see ta after that."
Glory relaxes in her chair after Wyatt speaks. Slumps really, since just thinking about moving made her more tired. "I doubt any of that's happening tonight. "Yeah you're probably right" she agrees, hating that diplomacy failed. Well, that she failed at it. "What other stuff?"
The Shade nods toward Wyatt. "I'll help. The bastard has my sword. He cna't use it, but ... Its my ... Freind. There's the consciousness of an ancient Ninja in there. The last Ninja who was a force of good. He chose me to weild the blade." He runs a hand through his hair. "He's a bit of an ass, but he's my freind and Sensei. I cna't leave him with that son of a bitch." He looks to Glory as she speaks and then back to Wyatt, wondering the same thing.
"Stuff." Wyatt frowns. "I gotta take some time an' figger things out. After this, I gotta see if this' what I shoudl be doin', an' 'f 'm really cut out fer it."
Okay. The sword is the Ninja's friend. Tao decides he's not gonna touch that one, as he starts measuring water and salt into a pot. "We'll get your sword back, man. Ratboy is going down. What was all that stuff about 'Intel' and 'Psychic Operations'?" He asks. "And if somebody knows more about where we are than just 'an apartment in NYC', I'd love a clue. This some kind of safehouse?"
Glory eyes Shade worriedly as well! Perhaps Rachel had given him to many painkillers? "We'll get your sword back, don't worry" she offers soothingly, offering a shrug/wince to Tao, "I think it's someone's apartment. So let's try to keep it on the low-down. Okay?" Yes, she said Low-down.
The Shade blinks at Wyatt and taps his fingers on the chair rest as he considers. "It's an apartment of a freind. A very nice freind who knows who I am and is skilled. Other then that I can't tell you." He looks to Tao and nods trying to say with the nod that everything is okay. Really. Then he looks back to Wyatt. "Wyatt. You're the best of us. You keep us all sane." Pain-killers? He never got pain killers. He REALLY wishes he had. "Yeah. I know crazy. But its a magic sword, and ancient. Legend says it was the blade first wielded by the Shunjuri in battle against the Samurai overlords." He shrugs and winces. "Maybe I should just shut up."
Wyatt sighs, and rests his head in his hands for a few moments. "I ain't all that. 'n 'm gonna get ya yer sword back..."
A soft noise, definitely not a snore, emenates from Glory as she closes her eyes for 'just a second'...
Wyatt is sitting on the floor, holding his head in his hands for a moment. His face looks like it's been pushed into asphalt. Shade is a roadmap of ratbites and jagged knife wounds, and Tao is only slightly less ripped up than Shade is. Even Glory is messed up, having taken a pounding and a beating concurrently not too long ago. Only Wyatt seems to be free of bloodloss, though he looks and somewhat smells like he slept in a restaurant dumpster. He is without his hat.
This is the scenario Mary emerges into, since... you know... thats her bedroom like right over /there/. She does not seem prepared to suddenly emerge into an ad-hoc emergency room in her office. So she just sort of stands there, in her pajamas, for a long moment. Lest somebody suspect the sudden appearance of 'sexy-time', those are /incredibly/ modest flannel pajamas.
"Hey, did super-speedy-medic-lady say nine grams of salt to the liter, or to the gallon?" Tao is looking down at a measuring cup filled with salt as he stands over the stove. "Was anybody listening? I think she said liter, but..." He trails off as he realizes there's somebody else present now. "Uh...hey! Do you live here? I swear we're not robbers. In spite of the mask."
Wyatt blinks and looks up, clambering to his feet a touch unsteadily. "Heya. I dunno how we got here, but Rache was lookin' after 'em." he gestures to the others. "Got flattened pretty good, m'self. Weren't even awake 'til just now." He rolls one shoulder experimentally, and not-quite-limps over towards Mary.
"Super... speedy... medic lady?" Asks Mary with growing confusion. She peers around at various injured and presumably passed-out folks, and then back over at Tao. Then she glances back at Wyatt, and helpfully cries out "Wyatt!" rushing over to try to steady him. Which is sort of silly, because his size and strength dwarf hers. But its her instinct. "Are you okay?" She asks him with rather adorably naked concearn on her face. Somebody has a /girl/-friend....
Tao just decides to go with liters and pours the salt into the pot. He stirs it. "Oh, well, I guess you two know each other. Wyatt took a pretty good slam, but they build 'em tough, wherever he's from. Texas? Montana? Where the heck you from anyhow, Wyatt?"
Wyatt accepts Mary's steadying gesture, since he is a bit wobbly. "Think 'm okay." He purses his lips and scowls. "But I gotta find th' ones that did this. They gotta go down. Then.." he frowns, eyes distant. "Then, other stuff." He looks over at Tao, and almost grins his cracked lips. "Montana." He looks to Mary. "Sorry 'bout this... didn't mean fer us ta come crashin' here.."
Mary shakes her head dismissively. "Thats nonsense. If you need somewhere to rest, you shouldn't hesitate to use this place." She pauses then, and tries to help Wyatt to a position where he can sit or lean that dosen't already have an injured teen in it. "Let me know if you ever want backup." She offers too. She glances up at Tao then... does she know him? She tries to place it, but just can't. "Uhm... I'm Mary."
Tao turns the burner down and comes out of the kitchen area. "Uhm...hi Mary. I'm Tao. I guess you know everybody else here, huh? I sort of tagged along to try and take down Delaney and her pet goon. It could've gone better." He pauses awkwardly. "Uh, so yeah, thanks for letting us use your place."
"You're welcome." Rachel re-emerges from her room with an IV, looking rather windswept. Back in her bloody nightclothes; no need to ruin more than one outfit tonight. "Ah, welcome home," she says to Mary, with a small wave. "They climbed in through our window. I administered triage, but Shade's lost a lot of blood -- having any or all of them beamed up to your medical bays would be a good idea." While she explains all this, she's hooking up the IV to the unconscious ninja -- which seems to have come with its own saline, but possibly not enough for an extended period, thus her instructions to Tao.
Wyatt winces. "Yeah, sorry 'bout that... ain't up on th' introducin' so much. That's Tao there.. think ya know th' rest.." He sighs and nods to Mary. "Might be needin' some backup soon. These kids fight dirty an' hard." His face tightens, and he scowls again.
Mary hesitates... and looks around the room of injured people. What horrible monster could possible have done this much... "Kids?" She asks in startelement. She shakes her head then. Wow. The girl frowns for a moment, and then nods. "Well I can't... uhm... beam them up. I could like... but somebody will have to carry them through, you know." She frowns, and then pulls up the sleeve of her pajama shirt, revealing a crystal-studded bracelent. "Testament, Quantum Tunnel, keyed to my position. Transit to medical center." A cool monotone replies to her. << As my lady commands. >>
A moment later, a whirlpool of white light blooms into existance in the room. "The infirmary should be right on the other side, uhm... the medical golems and doctor AI's are programmed to accept anybody, but they won't let people out of the medical block without special permission." She pauses. "I've already given Wyatt and Rachel permissions though, so... you should be able to lead people wherever they need to be or open portals back to Earth from there."
Tao was already feeling a little bit off-balance, being in this apartment, with two girls who apparently were cool with the whole metahumans-coming-in-all-beat-up thing. But when Mary opens the portal, his eyes widen noticeably behind the mask. "Holy crap..." He stares at Mary. Then stares at Rachel. He looks back at Wyatt. "Medical bay? Portals? Doctor AIs? Just what kind of resources do you people have here? Are you some kind of secretly funded initiative or something?"
"Thanks, Mar'. I just don't want anyone to develop complications because they were given first aid and amateur surgery by a teenage doctor wannabe with a medical kit only legal in Canada," Rachel explains to the room -- and any objectors to being transported -- politely. "Better that you're all seen by an expert." She picks Shade and his IV up like he weighs as much as a feather. "Wyatt, would you please bring Glory? I'd do it, but I don't think I can grab both without waking one of them up." Tao gets a very wry look. "Mary has a spaceship. C'mon and get checked out, okay?" No further explanation is needed, as far as she's concerned; she disappears into the light.
Wyatt gives Rachel a wince, then an apologetic look to Mary. "I got some stuff t'tell ya..." he mentions to her, before moving to carefully scoop Glory up and carry her into the light. Being who he is, however, he waits for Mary to go first, or give him permission to go through.
The medical facilities aboard the spaceship Testament are not unimpressive. Multiple monitoring beds are laid out in careful rows, set up to handle up to twenty people at a time. The walls are composed of what appears to be blue crystal. Adjacent are laboratories that contain bio-assay and lifeform analysis hardware, as well as genetic sequence, nanotherepy and virotheraputic equipment. On call are ten crystalline 'golems', really highly sophisticated robots, that lack legs and move via a form of flight. There are also two 'doctors', actually highly sophisiticated virtual intelligences in the form of holograms, that direct the golems appropriately. Oddly, they both resemble white-haired childrne.
Mary walks through without hesitation, leading the others in, where ad-hoc medical care is quickly replaced by sci-fi super-medicine. But its not as if they can just wave a wand. Recovery will still take time. On the other hand, with their care, infection is pretty much a non-issue.
"I'm fine. Honest. Just got a little cut," Tao says, but he hesitantly tails after Wyatt. "Uh, hey, so..." he says when he can catch Mary's eye. "You have a spaceship? You're not like...an alien are you? I mean, it's cool if you are, but if you have to, you know, shed your skin and reveal your true form at some point, gimme some warning, okay?"
"I'm the alien, Tao." An undercurrent of tension leaves Rachel as the injured are properly tended to; she pays close, vitally interested attention to the proceedings, but is now able to spare some of her thoughts to the planning that's been floating about. "Calling in more backup is all well and good, but the more of us there are, the more weapons this mentalist has to use against each other, you know? You might be better off fighting fire with fire -- I should see if Delirium's free. Or Agent Cortex with INTEL. And if I can't track down Psion."
Wyatt blinks at Tao, then moves to gently set Glory down. Once he's done that, it's back over to give Mary a careful hug and a kiss on the cheek, and he murmurs, "Sorry. They mean well, but... sometimes 'm thinkin' they ain't th' sharpest bunch." He gives Tao a disapproving look.
Mary replies simply to Tao. "No, I'm human. I just have a spaceship." Most casual thing in the world it seems. She pivots her head, not particularly pulling out of that hug for a moment. "Doctor, take care of these people."
A holographic... child? Replies with a firm nod. "Of course." Before long, he's giving out orders, and the various machines and golems in the room begin focusing on providing care. They are competant. A robo-doc is no match for the real thing of course, even one this sophisticated. But the facilities are impressive, and that sort of thing goes a long way.
Mary sighs softly then, a bit more at ease now that people are being looked after. "It's good to see you all... not like this of course... but still."
"Huh, what, you're the alien?" Tao looks puzzled at Rachel's statement. "So then...why does /she/ have the ship?" He looks thoroughly baffled as he watches all the automated facilities go to work. "What?" Tao spreads his hands in response to the look he gets from Wyatt. "Most humans don't come equipped with spaceships, you know? It's an honest question."
Wyatt arches a brow at Tao. "Most of us don't got superpowers either. Ya might just hafta go with th' flow on this one." He furrows his brow at Tao, then finds aplace to sit and watch with Mary. He's clearly perturbed about something, but not speaking up yet.
"Dude, I'm all about going with the flow," Tao indicates the Yin-Yang on his somewhat tattered costume. "But, uh, up until now, I was totally getting that 'rag-tag group of teen heroes' vibe from you guys. You didn't tell me that you guys had serious gear like that. I mean, granted, I didn't ask, but still."
Mary looks back and watches Wyatt for a moment, before placing a hand on his wrist. "When your ready, we'll talk. You know you can talk to me." She says simply. She looks back towards Tao then, and replies. "Well... it's really just me that has a ship, you know. I'm still figuring out how to use it. Or what I should be doing with it. S'just... you know... you collect stuff." Uh-huh. She looks back towards Wyatt then, and adds. "I should go do monitor duty. But the portal room off this block will respond to your voice commands, so you can send down people whenever they are ready to go. Or they can stay here as long as they want." Wyatt nods to Mary, giving her hand a gentle squeeze before looking over at the others. "Aight. Think 'm due fer a shower. Alley in New York's not th' best place ta get flattened t'th' pavement."
"Shower...yeah...that sounds about right. Hey, listen..." Tao fishes out a plain white card with a number and an email address. "I think I oughtta split for now. But...if you go hunting for Gothtart again, I want in, so here..." He holds the card out to Wyatt. "Shade's already got my info, but just in case, you can have it too. Gimme a buzz and hopefully I can come, you know 'lend arms to the cause.'" He looks around. "So...how do I get back down to the street from here?"
Mary briefly has her cheeks color at the word 'shower'. But she nods then. "I'll find you when things have quieted down, when not so many people are hurt." And then she hustles on out of the room.
