"Up, and about, Sarge."  Avis quipped from behind the two, still holding his trench coat in his hands.  The black tank-top sagged over his shoulders before he swung the trench coat above him, inserting his hands into the sleeves.  Avis' quick fingers hastily buttoned the coat as he combed some of his hair out of his eyes.  The young agent had made sure to take a few meters away from Gray, taking into account that, at all times, he must have vision of every member in the team as was protocol when it came to suppression.  While Avis knew that when it came to his two-man cell with Thorne, getting-to-knows were scarce, he couldn't help but feel that if they were to work better together, they have to develop a sense of camaraderie that exceeds that of soldiers-in-arms.  It must be a bond like one brother to another, from one comrade to another.  In a sense, the lad believed that the reason why meta-rogues were strong was because they had a solid foundation, and treated others like their own, reducing the chances that their brethren turned against them.

This was certainly not the case with Avis and the team.  He knew; heck, even Thorne knew that the only thing preventing Avis from sending the sergeant into a pained haze of twitching limbs was the shock collar around Avis' neck.  All notions of alliance with the DMA and even with Thorne were only as good as the quality of the shock collar.  Once the collars were down, once the die had been cast, Avis knew that even Thorne would go rogue against the DMA.  After all, you could only cage a beast for so long before it lashes out of its cage.

"Why do we keep doing this?"  A slight question escaped Avis' lips before he shook his head, and focused on the task at hand.  "Anyway, I have reason to believe that the attacker of the convoy had been that pyromancer.  And, I think all of you have already figured that out.  So, surely, she is not acting alone.  But, if our target is a Type 2 Pyrokinetic and a Type 3 speedster-slash-illusionist, then, we're gonna need water-based weapons as well as that same pulse weapon sir Daemon had used.  Hydropumps, liquid grenades.  The good stuff."  Avis turned to look at Thorne before he scratched his head.  "Normally, I'd just neutralize her, but with the pulse bombs that Daemon's been swinging around, it might be unreliable for me.  Now, unless two psychic fields can cancel each other,"  He murmured, pertaining to Gray's own psychosis field and Nott's nightmare field.  "The pulse bombs might be the only weapon we have to cancel out any psychic fields.  Well, as far as my clearance level is concerned, the pulse bomb is the only weapon I've been acquainted with that removes Type 1 abilities."

Then, Avis' eyes lit up before glancing at his superior.  "Oh, and since I can't take down something I can't see, someone will need to slow down that speedster; slow enough for my eyes to get her in my sights."  The young lad shrugged his shoulders before slinging his small satchel that contained some first-aid materials.  "Well, I'm ready to go.  Just say the word, Sarge."