[color=deepskyblue][b]Finn[/b][/color] [color=red][b]Lockhart[/b][/color]
[@Inertia][@TheDarkTemplar][@PhoebeCarlisle][@Liocalset][@Ace of flames01][@ArkmageddonCat][@Cuccoruler]

Finn looked over his shoulder at Ace, and gave her a reassuring smile. "Be careful in there," he said. Then he swiped the keycard, and slowly made his way into the garage. He smiled as he saw that in the middle was a large D.M.A. truck, turret and all. However he was forced to stay low to the ground when he noticed the two guards patrolling the garage. He bit his lip, nervous for how this would go. He couldn't be shooting fire around in the garage, in case he blew something up. Nope he'd need to take out the guards the old fashioned way. He crept through the garage, trying to control his breathing. He crept up behind the first man before grabbing him quickly and putting him into a sleeper hold. He fought against the guards struggles until his breathing evened out and he went limp. He motioned at Ace to stay where she was. That gunshot wouldn't do her any favors here. No use putting her at risk. [i]We're almost there Finn. Let's do this[/i] he thought before rushing the guard. He tackled the man, landing a few punches to his chest before being thrown off. Finn scrambled back to his feet, only to be greeted by his opponent, who now had a gun pointed at him. It all happened slowly. He heard the gunshot ring through the garage and he instinctively jumped out of the way. The next thing he felt was an agonizing pain in his leg before he slammed against the floor. He grimaced. He'd have to take the risk here. [i]God damn I better not light a gas can on fire[/i] he thought as he snapped his fingers, summoning a flame. He shot the flame at the guards head, sending him reeling. The man fell to the ground, unconscious or dead, Finn wasn't really all that interested in which.

Finn got up, hobbling over to Ace, smiling. "I guess now we've got matching bullet holes," he said, trying to take his mind off the pain. "You get the car filled up with gas, I'll open up the garage. Let's make sure this escape goes off without a hitch," he said. He quickly cauterized the bleeding hole in his leg, wincing at the pain, before hobbling over to the far wall where he saw a button. [i]You can say a lot about the D.M.A. but at least they make things easy[/i] he thought, slamming his hand down on the button. He heard the sound of gears turning as the large garage door lifted up. They were halfway to an escape already.