Note to self; do not piss off Pariah.

With that out of the way Chris continued to listen to his answers with a building reluctance to complete the task. But it was too late to back out now, or was it, and so she had to go on and complete the task to the best of her ability, or did she, and hope for the best.

Following the others down the long hall way, working hard to calm her suddenly queasy, and looked back just in time to see the doors close shut removing any hope Chris had of pulling out of the exercise. No, she had to do this. This could be a brilliant opportunity for her to improve herself and help so many people in the process. As the group neared the other door, looking very demonic in the red lighting, Chris secured her goggles and took a deep breath to calm her nerves before charging into the wide outside with the others. 

One of the first surprises to confront Chris was that the outside wasn’t actually the outside but actually a very large room complete with buildings and road signs. How big was this building anyway because Chris was pretty certain that it didn’t big enough to hold this from the outside.

The sound of several things landing in front of her drew Chris’ attention away from the people with scary looking guns to the objects sitting deceptively innocently just in front of her. A woman in tight fitting clothing shouted for Chris and the others to gather around her to which Chris wisely complied before one or two others were quickly sent flying in a blinding white flash. Blink furiously Chris managed to quickly clear away the blotches of white in her eyes just in time for red paint to splatter her, covering her right side in the crimson mess.

Feeling the gas now tearing down her throat Chris listened to the man who looked like a giant owl as he gave instructions for them all to get out, before taking flight down the street by the wonderful transportation of grappling hook. A large black arm wafted away the stinging gas and Chris turned to see the huge black monolith person, Neutro if she recalled that magazine article correctly, acting as a moving shield as it staggered its way to a nearby turret.

Chris was in awe of these people as they moved to take down the turrets, many of which Chris hadn’t noticed, without even flinching although after that a few did get taken down shortly after the henchmen got to work.

“The Hostages are our main priority.” Chris shouted over the racket of fighting, watching as a few more cracks formed on the shield. “If you can make another one of those I can carry you on my back to the bus.” The bag that had been on Chris’ back flopped to the ground as she bent over slightly in front of the woman urging her to climb on. Either way Chris would then sprint down the street lunging from side to side in order to dodge the bullets intent on stopping her.