'One hell of a giant mess,' Geoffrey thought to himself, being marched down the hallways by a group of perpetually irritated guards. They had helped him clear out the research area, with some convincing, seeing on more than one occasion why it was necessary to do things the right way. The biggest snafu was probably when the captain got pissed off enough to throw a lever, and nearly caused a reactor meltdown. After every emergency alarm on the floor had gone off, he was slower to force things.
Of course, that all got tossed out the window when the group received their new 'priority orders.' Apparently, something had happened somewhere else in the building. At first it had just been annoying, whatever had tripped this sudden spike in security. He had been under the assumption the company had caught wind of the team he had coming in for him, but there was no way they would have made this much noise. Peterson was known to be reckless, but the man was never sloppy. The plan going in would be to hold off on the fireworks as long as possible, even if they were under suspicion.
Then, Geoffrey's own suspicions were confirmed for him. As they walked down a hallway, he and the guards, he spotted a lingering heat trail in the air. There was a speedster in the building, and he was close. That kind of smoke-like heat trail was only left behind by especially small things moving at incredibly speeds. Most speedsters never even knew they did it, but they all created massive amounts of air friction as they moved around, the atmosphere being forced out of their way so quickly taking on vast amounts of heat with the sudden change in speed. It was quick to dissipate, but to Geoffrey's experienced eye, it was a marker clear as day.
Smirking, he waited for them all to round the corner, knowing what was coming. Just as he suspected, as soon as they entered the next room, they saw the enemy. A group of supers-many showing off powers, the speedster smoking in Geoffrey's vision with lingering friction heat wafting from him-was there, waiting on them. Immediately, the guards took up defensive positions, ducking behind walls for cover and pull Geoffrey with them. The captain tried opening a dialogue, 'Hands up! You're trespassing on private property!' but before they could reply, it was the doctor's time to make his move.
Taking a deep breath, he released his power, sending a massive pulse through the building around him. Like muscles contracting within his own limbs, he pulled tight on each and every metal strand spider webbed through the surrounding concrete and steel. It flattened together, razor thin, the electric current instantly overloading the now-ruined wiring and setting off every circuit breaker within a dozen floors. There would be no flipping switches to get this pack on, though, the building would need to be rewired for that. Though, it seemed he was loosing his touch, as feeling out further revealed wiring left intact.
Taking advantage of the chaos he created, he pulled the concrete beneath his feet apart, forming a slide that took him down to the next level. It sealed above him instantly, the entire thing taking seconds to occur. His breath was a bit knocked out of him when he hit the ground on the next level down, and he had to pop his back when he stood. Looking around, he was surprised to see the young Dr. Roskins.
"Hannah?" He asked, unsure for a moment, before he realized his path would have put him right above her office. The young security officer with her was quite surprised himself, likely doubly so with the sudden power outage and the appearance of a high-ranking researcher from seemingly nowhere. Before he could catch himself up, Geoffrey took the opportunity to step forward and plant his fist firmly into the younger man's face. As generally happened, a fist nearly twice the normal density being propelled by an arm stronger than any natural human could achieve, proved to be a right hook that would put a world champion boxer to shame. When the man crumpled, Geoffrey reached down and relieved him of the flashlight on the end of his gun, turning it on so Hannah would be able to see as well.
"I do hope that young man was bothering you. I would feel a right tit if I just struck a man for doing his job, protecting an innocent woman. In either case, though, the building has been breached and we both need to leave, now." Looking around the room, he knew the door would be sealed shut. With a wave of his hand-unneeded, but purposefully revealing-the metal let out a loud shriek as it bent and pulled away from the brackets holding it in place, until the entire thing slammed to the ground with a loud clatter*
Of course, that all got tossed out the window when the group received their new 'priority orders.' Apparently, something had happened somewhere else in the building. At first it had just been annoying, whatever had tripped this sudden spike in security. He had been under the assumption the company had caught wind of the team he had coming in for him, but there was no way they would have made this much noise. Peterson was known to be reckless, but the man was never sloppy. The plan going in would be to hold off on the fireworks as long as possible, even if they were under suspicion.
Then, Geoffrey's own suspicions were confirmed for him. As they walked down a hallway, he and the guards, he spotted a lingering heat trail in the air. There was a speedster in the building, and he was close. That kind of smoke-like heat trail was only left behind by especially small things moving at incredibly speeds. Most speedsters never even knew they did it, but they all created massive amounts of air friction as they moved around, the atmosphere being forced out of their way so quickly taking on vast amounts of heat with the sudden change in speed. It was quick to dissipate, but to Geoffrey's experienced eye, it was a marker clear as day.
Smirking, he waited for them all to round the corner, knowing what was coming. Just as he suspected, as soon as they entered the next room, they saw the enemy. A group of supers-many showing off powers, the speedster smoking in Geoffrey's vision with lingering friction heat wafting from him-was there, waiting on them. Immediately, the guards took up defensive positions, ducking behind walls for cover and pull Geoffrey with them. The captain tried opening a dialogue, 'Hands up! You're trespassing on private property!' but before they could reply, it was the doctor's time to make his move.
Taking a deep breath, he released his power, sending a massive pulse through the building around him. Like muscles contracting within his own limbs, he pulled tight on each and every metal strand spider webbed through the surrounding concrete and steel. It flattened together, razor thin, the electric current instantly overloading the now-ruined wiring and setting off every circuit breaker within a dozen floors. There would be no flipping switches to get this pack on, though, the building would need to be rewired for that. Though, it seemed he was loosing his touch, as feeling out further revealed wiring left intact.
Taking advantage of the chaos he created, he pulled the concrete beneath his feet apart, forming a slide that took him down to the next level. It sealed above him instantly, the entire thing taking seconds to occur. His breath was a bit knocked out of him when he hit the ground on the next level down, and he had to pop his back when he stood. Looking around, he was surprised to see the young Dr. Roskins.
"Hannah?" He asked, unsure for a moment, before he realized his path would have put him right above her office. The young security officer with her was quite surprised himself, likely doubly so with the sudden power outage and the appearance of a high-ranking researcher from seemingly nowhere. Before he could catch himself up, Geoffrey took the opportunity to step forward and plant his fist firmly into the younger man's face. As generally happened, a fist nearly twice the normal density being propelled by an arm stronger than any natural human could achieve, proved to be a right hook that would put a world champion boxer to shame. When the man crumpled, Geoffrey reached down and relieved him of the flashlight on the end of his gun, turning it on so Hannah would be able to see as well.
"I do hope that young man was bothering you. I would feel a right tit if I just struck a man for doing his job, protecting an innocent woman. In either case, though, the building has been breached and we both need to leave, now." Looking around the room, he knew the door would be sealed shut. With a wave of his hand-unneeded, but purposefully revealing-the metal let out a loud shriek as it bent and pulled away from the brackets holding it in place, until the entire thing slammed to the ground with a loud clatter*