Bunny was mildly surprised to sense other minds like her own. She'd always been sure she couldn't be alone in the world considering the alternative too absurd to think about. The thrill of the discovery that she wasn't alone gave Bunny a surge of energy that refreshed her previously expended power.
It was when she received the images of the woman flipping the truck that Marjorie (Bunny) that she caught the thought of Toketee Falls and the urgency of her needing to port there. Briefly she thought of trying to fight back against her captors and rescuing others but her hostage training had taught her that when presented with a chance to escape she should take it.
She was just about to ignore her training when around the corner came two men armed with guns and as they pointed them at her she did the only thing she could think of doing an teleported both men into the cell she'd escaped from.
She headed off down the hall keeping an eye out for others like herself. She chuckled to herself nervously when she thought how miffed the security director of her ship would be that she wasn't running for the open.
As she walked down the strange hall Bunny opened her thoughts in an effort to detect anyone around herself.
Bunny would quickly discover twelve others, thirteen including herself, fourteen including the woman on the surface. They were gathering in a corridor nervously.
Daz cast his own mind out, confirming the locations of the twelve Deves and assessing the thoughts of their rapidly approaching detainers. He brushed the thoughts of another, a woman on the surface, but then his attention was pulled outward once more.
"Find a way out, I'll hold these idiots off"
Daz stood straighter at the order, briefly wondering if he should help the man, but then he brushed off those thoughts. They needed to escape and the man wouldn't have offered himself up if he couldn't handle it. "This way!" Daz said, expertly plucking a map from a guard's mind. He had a lot of practice digging around in people's thoughts for the information he wanted, particularly answers on tests and occasionally he went in search of the truth if he felt a deceptive mood around someone.
Daz thrusts the information from the map into the minds of the Deviants, they would now be able to navigate the place as if they'd been working there for two months. He also mentally whispered their destination to the others; there was another stairwell at the end of the opposite corridor that would lead to the back entrance on the surface.
Daz didn't need a physical cue to use his powers, but he found it certainly helped. Taking a step and reappearing elsewhere, gesturing with his hand to move objects, or initiating skin contact to read thoughts. The physical action helped focus his ability, so he made to do that then, taking a step forward- but what's that? The sudden appearance of men in suits and holding handguns surging through the end of the corridor, the opposite end to where the other man-
Lucas, was running his very noisy interference, gave him some pause.
It also seemed to make the others freeze in apprehension, and that second was all that was needed for it all to go horribly wrong. The guns seemed to go off in sync, and shrieks of pain, fear, and surprise formed a cacophony of both physical and psychic noise. Daz stumbled back as he
felt his fellow Deviants die.
Just like that thirteen was suddenly eight.
NO! That was the woman on the surface, her grief and rage were fused and radiating like a giant sun of hatred. Brushing her thoughts, Daz discovered her daughter was one of the prisoners, and just then the little girl had died. The infuriated mother was suddenly aiming to kill, and then a serious of confusing emotions and thoughts twisted in her mind, and then she died too.
Daz's hands were pale and shaking, he dint wait a second longer and teleported to the stairwell immediately.
TO ME! Now! He mentally commanded, his thoughts mostly on the man who had went to distract the other guards.
He spun on his heel and began racing up the steps as he felt others porting just behind him. The guards had left this section, they were almost free! They just had to get outside and surely that would be enough to escape completely!
Lucas felt the guards approaching and made a descision. It's time for payback, He thought. Stepping out into the corridor, he shouted out to the people around him.
"Find a way out, I'll hold these idiots off" He started off to find the guards and soon he heard them approaching from down the hall. He whipped himself into a vacated cell and waited for them to pass. As soon as they had, he reached out with his mind and shattered every light bulb in the hall.
You have made a terrible mistake, now you will pay, he broadcasted telepathically to the guards before sending a wave of force blasting through the middle of the group. Guns went off in the darkness sending sparks and bullets flying through the air. Lucas erected a weak barrier to shield him from any stray fire that might come his way. He then loosed a banshee scream before picking up a man, slamming him into the wall, and flinging him towards his friends
The men, more long-contract mercenaries than actual trained guards, were skittish enough around the prisoners without being attacked with their supernatural powers. A hail of confused bullets and angry shouting voices were the only answer they could muster to the terrifying psychic scream that invaded their minds. The bullets seemed to do more damage to themselves than to their target, and soon they were up and running, or limping, back the way they'd come. One man didn't rise, two bullet holes in his forehead.
A sudden palpable feeling of death and loss would wash over him then. At least one of his kind had died, many if the way the sharp and thick feeling settled was any indication.
TO ME! Now! A voice suddenly called out to him, the first shout was verging on hysterical, but by the end of the command the voice had settled more into worry and fear. A location would then be forced into Lucas' thoughts; an image of a stairwell.
