[center][h1][color=ec008c]Ira Riese:[/color]
[color=dodgerblue]Streets of Denver[/color][/h1][/center]
As Dean glanced back at her, Epsilon smiled at him, proud of the small amount of protection she could offer. The smile disappeared as Tulpa’s projection moved past them, her eyes locked on the creature. She glanced back in time to see Eyeblight attacking Messiah and Tulpa. 

A wave of nausea traveled across her body, and she doubled over with her hand over her mouth. Right, watching Eyeblight was not a good idea. Epsilon sighed, closing her eyes tight as she focused on not losing the contents of her stomach. Sonar announced to the group that something had changed, and. . . .[i]tick tick tick tick[/i]? Epsilon’s eyes flew open as she glanced in the direction Tulpa’s projection had headed. A bomb? She moved towards that direction quickly, or as fast as she could. The damp tunnel made her deeply uncomfortable, chilling her to the bone rather quickly. It didn't help that this area was naturally cooler than the rest of the city.

She came out on the other side along with Tulpa’s projection and the hostages. Epsilon resisted the urge to stare at Tulpa's creation, and began searching the hostages. [color=#3068FF][b]Where is it? Where [i]is[/i] it?”[/b][/color] She mumbled, ignoring the protests of the hostages. Most didn’t resist, even if she didn’t have a Legend-esque aura. Her objective based problem solving gave her an aura of purpose despite her unimposing figure. She glanced up at the new Ward's projection momentarily, but shook her head as if to literally shake away the distraction