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Lost in his thoughts as he was, Riley didn’t even bother looking up when Magician walked into the room, his voice nearly unbearably smug as he spoke. Whatever he was saying simply went in one ear and out the other. After a moment, there was a sound Riley didn’t recognise and then the man’s presence was gone.

[i]Good riddance.[/i]

Dr. Reininger was next out but Riley was content to ignore everything and keep to himself for the moment. Wiseman was up next for the chopping block, which didn’t concern him. He had other things to–

All of a sudden, the lights went out and Riley perked up, his head leaving his arms to stare intently at the ceiling, eyes narrowed. He loosened his restraint and his vision splintered once again, seeing everything at its most base state. Something that he couldn’t quite get a grasp on caught his attention. Something that hadn’t been there before. His vision snapped back and he pressed a palm to his temple to soothe the dull ache behind his eyes.

How annoying.

The good doctor then tried to leave the room; emphasis on tried. Instead of the door opening as it should to let the doctor out, Dr. Reininger jerked suddenly and collapsed to the floor in a heap. Riley’s eyes followed her body as she fell heavily, nearly motionless as if hit by a thousand volts of electricity. No, not “as if”. She’d just been electrocuted by the door handle.

Was she dead?

The slight rise and fall of her chest answered his unasked question. So, not enough to kill anyone then. Riley wondered why that was. Surely, that would have been a far better way of ensuring whoever touched the door wouldn’t be an issue further down the line. Maybe they were simply more averse to killing than he was used to. Or, perhaps they simply couldn’t.

.... Regardless. With how things were shaping up, either ALISA was pulling a Skynet, or something else was at play here. Maybe even someone.

[colour=MediumPurple]"Apologies for the intrusion. I simply need to keep you contained in order to prevent you from interfering with my plans. And also from escaping the range of the signal blocker. Please remain seated. Hey, but at least I got you out of therapy, right? That should count for something."[/colour]

Were they.... talking to Wiseman? Was he their target? Did they not know who else was in here?

Not that it mattered; in the end, the result would be the same.

Riley’s eyes went back to the door as the man in question picked up the incapacitated doctor and placed her out of the way. The door was coursing with electricity—a measure to keep them trapped in the room, however long that would last. It wasn’t a terrible strategy by any means, but he’d seen better. Been [i]involved[/i] in better, even. It was effective enough to get the job done, though.... well, not quite. For a moment his eyes were drawn to Wiseman's actions and his lips twitched as he watched the man escape out the side of the building.

So much for keeping him contained.

Briefly, he considered shifting to combat mode, but he dismissed the thought almost as soon as it came to mind. He’d wait until he actually met something he had to fight, even if it meant limiting his range. Even then, it was a coin flip as to whether it would even come to that.

Not that he needed it now.

It was easy to start the meltdown process as he approached the locked door. It was almost second nature at this point, with how often he found himself doing it. The electrified door served no obstacle in the face of his power, the metal deforming and melting before he even touched it. The electronics that made up the metal barrier shorted out and burnt up as its internal heat increased to extreme levels, and finally, Riley’s hand touched the door. His fingers sank through the molten metal like butter, and the rest of his body followed.

Now, all that was left was to find the people responsible.

[colour=94B21C]“Where should I start?”[/colour] Riley mused to himself.