When Jun threw out the barrier, he initially did it with the simple thought of "stop the people who just broke out of the window." For one, the people who just leapt out could be in danger, but other people could also get in the way of the trike that flew straight out of the restaurant. He acted without thinking, uncharacteristically, mostly because he lost track of what to do with the "eat takoyaki and go home" plan getting overcooked by sudden explosions.

Now that he thought about it, however, there wasn't much else he could do in the situation. Or at least, there wasn't much he could think of. He wasn't made of iron, unfortunately.

As the bike chipped against the sound barrier, Jun ducked instinctively, startled by the collision caused by himself. Recovering quickly, he looked back up, turning around as he saw the trike move uncontrollably past him. He held his breath, holding back some of the tension as he focused solely on creating another barrier. And so it did, in an attempt to stop the trike in its tracks before it moved any further. The barrier itself was slightly smaller than the one he had used earlier, as he threw it out in a haste.

"They can't see us any better than we can see them."

Umeko surmised, much more comfortable now that she had verified that Brennan was mostly unharmed. She propped herself up a little on his chest, peering into the darkness. Her eyes were adjusting now that it had been a few moments, but it still wasn't easy to make out the bad guys. Still, in the crowd? They had no reason to pay more attention to her, either.

"I can take them. Quietly. One at a time. I'm much more worried about that bomb." She peered back down at him, almost as though hearing what he was thinking. "If you were going to put a bomb in this place, where would you put it?"

@Williwaw@Duoya@Plank Sinatra@Krayzikk

The duo of money-makers, upon hiding themselves in the booth, found themselves squished up next to Mr Idemitsu, who as a non-powered person living in Academy City, had decided that discretion was the better part of valour. Particularly when he wasn't entirely sure as to the armed individuals' motives for this attack. Though if he could make a guess, given the involvement of his employers in the running of the convention, it probably had something to do with the Orbit Portal Company, like the trailer footage for the new Kanamin season. Not that he was paid for such musings, but it was a possible explanation.

In any case, he was sitting right next to the two Esper children, alongside his fashion disaster and colleague Megumi Motome.

"They must have burning questions for us," whispered the aforementioned woman across from them (though not by much, given that they were all squished up behind a booth). "I don't think answering them was in the job description for today."

"It wasn't."

"That's a joke, Idemitsu. 'Not negotiating with terrorists' is merely basic company policy."

Megumi Motome took off her sunglasses. In the darkness of the convention floor, they weren't very helpful. Nor stylish.

"Anyway," she continued, voice quiet and low. "I don't know what precautions they have taken with regards to the police, but I do know one thing: anyone on the outside just will not have good information on what happens in here."

The Dianoid was riddled with screens that showed off the happenings in other areas of the building, but given the loss of power on the convention floor, they were essentially isolated from the outside world, and vice versa.

"Unless we get back into the system downstairs."

Megumi shuffled into a crouching position, inching her faux-hawked head up like a periscope to peek over the booth. Two of the armed con-jackers were not too far from them, having taken up positions that when taking the booth into consideration, was akin to a triangle. One was on her walkie-talkie, but it was difficult to hear what she was saying from where they were. However, there was one thing that was clear. That armed woman was looking right in the direction of the Orbit Portal Company booth.

"I would certainly love to do that," replied the woman quietly and hurriedly as she dropped back down and out of view. "But it doesn't look like we can."

"They want us, then?" asked Idemitsu.

"Bingo, ding ding."

That was a problem. Kyuuichiro Idemitsu thought over their options. Neither he nor his colleague were Espers, making a direct confrontation very moot. However, the two children next to them did appear to be students, and given the circumstances, they were more likely to find success in actually escaping the convention floor. The company was unlikely to pay them, but Idemitsu decided that it was still the most ideal way out of their mess.

"If we caught their attention," he began, glancing over at Beppu and Haruma. "How willing would you two be to sneak to the elevators and restart the systems? And if possible, retrieve ... Kanamin trailer footage."

He decided to add one more thing.

"You will both be rewarded."

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@DarkwolfX37@Crusader Lord@ERode

Akari's modified watch would discover that there were many signals propagating throughout the stage area, mostly resulting from the many mobile phones present. However, if she was able to dig through the noise, it would become apparent to her that there was a secure link between the concert security booth where their hostage-taker was holed up in and the entertainment drones that were buzzing around above them, with the one that had tried (and failed) to crush Yu-ri rising, battered, back into the air. None of the trapped Iguchi fans had been prevented from contacting the outside world, but actual escape seemed quite difficult to pull off. The hole that Yu-ri had cut into the door was still present, and was large enough to convey a small someone like its creator through, but the drone that had tried to kill her earlier was already moving to block it.

Elsewhere in the crowd, the black-clad figure wearing a SECURITY armband that Shion had seen earlier was escorting a tall South Asian man closer to the wall, hopefully to find blind spots in the security booth's cameras.

Yu-Ri furrowed her brow as the stagelight drone rose up once more, dented at some parts, with its glass lights shattered by that first swooping impact, but otherwise intact. So much for doing all this quickly. A quick scan of the room revealed no one else interested in applying their psychic wizardry, but that was par course for students.

Just children after all, most of who would have never seriously considered something like this ever.

Rushing towards the hole in the door, the schoolgirl in mourning clothes expanded her own AIM field as the drone flew down to intercept once more. For a moment, it looked as if collision was inevitable, but in the next, a chunk of the machine disappeared completely, sparking, severed circuitry passing only one inch above Yu-Ri’s head as she slid below it, through the hole in the door.

And with that, she was out.

Now what?

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@Crimmy
From her position at the back of the room, Shion watched as the girl attacked by the drone escaped before looking around, noticing the same security member as before guiding someone around near another wall. She took a moment to think of what they could be doing, seeing as they didn't seem to be looking to escape right away, and came to the conclusion that the tall man must be someone rather important, or perhaps a target of the woman who hijacked the event. Looking around, the obvious answer to what they were doing was "avoiding being seen." Shion decided that she had an interest in knowing who this man was and decided to help, allowing a rather large ball of ice to form in her hand. She took aim at the nearest security camera that she could see and threw the ball at it as hard as she could, hoping to disable it, before repeating the process with other cameras. Even if she failed to do damage to them, the distraction might allow the seemingly friendly security staff member to do something.