Hi-Voltage
"Ancient!" Volt muttered under his breath with shake of his head, a ghost of a smile playing at the corners of his mouth. Suppose four years was a long time in this business, but damn if it didn't hurt to hear it. He was slightly mollified to see a quick blush colour Apogee's cheeks, probably feeling bad for effectively calling him an old man. Or could be yer ol' magic is in full swing, an she's gotta bit of a soft spot for ye Tommy-boy. After yer faux-pas with Bullseye I widna count on it though. Emmanuel approached them then, introducing himself to Apogee and complaining about the ease with which the would-be escapees went down. As complaints went though, Volt thought that was no a bad one. Wasn't like the Lightning-Slinger ever lay awake at night thinking to himself 'St George didn't put up much of a fight today, wish he tried harder to kill me.'
"In ma long and varied career risking ma life on a day tae day basis against header's like these, ah've found putting them doon quick an easy is usally preferable tae taking yer time but looking good while doing it." He replied to his fellow electrokinetic, handily brushing over the compliment Emmanuel had given him. Volt was always a bit bashful when it came to praise, probably stemming from the fact that he never felt he deserved it. Apogee headed off, Volt fast on her heels. Zenith's cousin was going at a markedly less rushed pace than before, obviously a near death experience at the hand's of Rot, the Surgeon, Shade and Freeze had taught her a valuable lesson in the values of teamwork. Ironic that she was only learning to trust her teammates now after her big speech that morning, but sometimes knowing a thing and doing it are two separate beasts altogether. Just like da always says, 'some folk only learn to fear the flame after getting burnt by it.'
"Blondie, I can't get any visual in the wardens office, there's some kinda weird interference. I can see the corridor outside though, and it isn't looking good. Dozen goons stationed outside the door, and they look like they mean business. Assault rifles, body armour, the works, and none of it cheap. Whatever it is that's going on in that office, seems like they really don't want you anywhere near it. . . Dammit Volt, there's a situation in the med-bay, I'll get back to you." The Lightning-Slinger didn't try to keep him, knowing that whatever Silvertongue was doing was obviously important. Instead he relayed what he had heard to Emmanuel and Apogee, being sure they understood the seriousness of the situation. He was starkly aware of no matter how powerful either were, he was about to charge what sounded like a special forces unit and God knows what else with two relatively inexperienced heroes. Sure, Apogee was as strong as her cousin, but she was still new to the job, and she had just nearly died, and Emmanuel was keen, but other than the fact he was an electrokinetic Volt didn't know a damn thing about him. Oh the joys of being me.
"Right, here's tha plan. Apogee, ye hit them hard and fast, yer a hammer and them lads are a nail. Flashbolt, ye seem keener on getting up close an personal than ah am, so ye follow in close tae her, let her soak up the shots an then dish oot the hurt. Ah'll take out anyone left standing." Simple and effective, taking into account everyone's strengths and weaknesses, or at least the ones he had so far observed. Hopefully they'd mop these guys up quick, and power on though to the warden's office relatively unscathed.
Hopefully.
Elsewhere, in a dark room illuminated by the warm light of a dozen desktop screens sat Szymon Glowski, better known as Silvertongue, hacker extraordinaire. His quick eyes darted across the screens in front of him, each showing a different scene of the devastation that was left in the wake of the prison riot. At the moment his attention was fixated on the fight in the med bay, particularly the form of Killjoy currently trying to fight the fires with a fire extinguisher.
He had kicked himself when he had seen her spraying foam over the raging blazes, cursing himself for not thinking along those lines himself. Facilities like the prison all had a set level of fire codes they had to meet, meaning that the more commonly used wings all had extensive sprinkler systems designed to combat blazes the type Killjoy was currently fighting, the kind of system Light had mentioned wasn't working. For whatever reason the sprinkler system in the med-bay hadn't automatically kicked in, but as a safety back up they all had an electronic start, the kind that could be remotely accessed and started.
The kind Silvertongue could hack.
If he could work his magic and get the sprinklers to work then not only would Killjoy's job be lessened, but it might also potentially help Hotrod in his fight against the pyrokinetic.
Morningstar
If Sixgun had been paying much attention he may have heard Morninstar make a silent 'oof' sound as he was struck by the mandrake. The output visuals and sounds from the former outlaws implant were so lifelike that it was sometimes difficult for Pariah's former apprentice to remember that it wasn't her in the driver's seat.
Despite that she was still impressed with Sixgun's performance as he picked himself back up, fired into the onrushing crush of apprentices, then charged. Although in a tight spot, Morningstar new better than to rush to his rescue now, as that would effectively ruin his cover. Besides, Pariah wouldn't have trusted Benjamin Brady with such a delicate mission if he hadn't trusted the cowboys skills. No, the best thing she could do was to update the double agent on the strengths and weaknesses of the foes he was facing, like the alchemist that had just strode out into the light, hurling green goo at the Outfit men. A quick facial scan was all Morningstar needed to identify the man, as he was well known with the White Council, and as such on the Leagues database of dangerous meta-humans.
"All right, Skinny with the staff there is one Hector Vasquez, calls himself Santana. Specialises in potions and the High Art of decay. He's not got much in the way of defensive magic though, so shouldn't be hard to overload his shield. So in short, avoid everything he throws at you, but throw a lot back. The Witchhunter should have some high explosives that will make short work of him."
"Take him down quick though cowboy, give him to much time and he'll cast a death curse, and that's about as nasty as it sounds."
