[b]SIXGUN[/b]

"The eyes? I can do that," he said, still a little wary about following instructions given by the voice in his head. Especially now that it was a woman. He had met plenty of lady cops and superheroes in the last few years, but he had been raised with the impression that women were delicate and gentle, needing to be helped into carriages and such. Were they just playing at fighting?

He raised his .45 as four of the creatures approached him. Four bullets, four mandrakes. Four left eyes. Nothing he hadn't done before. He fanned off four shots, one aimed at each of the creatures eyes, depending on his talent for making aimed shots in very little time. Snapping open and emptying the cylinder, he began loading .45 rounds into the newly empty revolver. Anytime the cavalry wanted to show up as fine with him.

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[b]SONJA[/b]

She mentally kicked herself for using Hot Rod's name out loud. The man had been right to chastise her- just because her identity was highly public didn't mean the same for everyone. Sonja resolved to be more careful.

But caution would have to come later, as the group was entering the infirmary and being greeted by a scene straight out of Hell. Flames licked the walls and suffused the dead bodies of COs, and the sick and injured could do little more than moan helplessly as the heat increased and the air grew thinner. Sonja watched, transfixed, as the woman in the black robe stepped out of nowhere and demanded a circle. Flames covered everywhere except the door- inviting a nigh-suicidal single file entry.

Sonja turned to Hot Rod and whispered to him. "If I smash out part of the wall can you get through the flames unharmed? They're expecting us to come through that door."