James fell asleep in uneasy peace, and woke to war. The moment the sirens filled the air James shot awake, scanning the room. Finding nothing out of the ordinary, James attempted to check out the room's window. He was startled to only find darkness. 'The lights are out' was his first thought; 'oh shit' was the second. Without a word he hurried to stuff his feet into his boots, lacing them quickly as Sam jerks awake with a groan. 

"James? What's going on?"

"Lights." James replied, already tugging his jacket on. 

"What lights?" A short pause. "Oh. Oh shit." James grunts in response, snapping a flashlight to his shoulder and flipping it on. In the light of the LEDs Sam looks more sick than usual. "Where are you going?" James gestures to the window. "Right. Yeah, that makes sense." Sam goes to say more, but she falls into another coughing fit. James lets her recover while he gathers his weapons, slipping his [url=http://www.sogknives.com/media/catalog/product/cache/1/image/780x320/9df78eab33525d08d6e5fb8d27136e95/s/o/sog_m37_main_1_2.png]knife[/url] into a sheath on his belt. "Just be careful, kay?" Jame nods. Realizing that Sam couldn't see him, he responds verbally.

"Back soon." 
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James hurries down the street, following the surge of people towards the Colony's center; the booming loudspeakers made it clear that was the place to be. He keeps a hand on his blade's handle as he joins the gathering crowd, waiting for answers.