Martyr: Drainage Pipe ==> Outside Drainage Pipe
Looking at Epsilon with an odd look for a moment as she investigated, Dean was dumbfounded at the lack of a problem. Just as he was about to mention something, he caught a glimpse of something on the hostage's necks. Suddenly, Sonar's previous comment made sense. Bombs. They were tick tick ticking away, ready to end eight lives. He groaned at their new member's foolishness before getting to work like Epsilon, examining the collar of the person nearest to him. Home-made, it seemed, and that meant shoddy.
Drawing his blade again, Dean gently warned the man he was trying this on. "Sorry, this might hurt a tiny bit, I'm gonna try and knock the collar off." He explained, trying to get a grip on it. Once he was satisfied, he began bashing it with the hilt of his weapon, being careful not to harm the man on the receiving end. Hopefully this thing came off quick, there was no timer to tell how much leeway he had.
Love Craft: Streets of Denver
As the odd trio followed the hail of gunfire coming from an alleyway, they quickly saw a man in a suspiciously familiar sombrero on the other side of the street. "Oh, there he is!" Lovely exclaimed with glee, before crossing the road without even looking. Luckily, no cars were near, but even then they sort of made a bit of a scene, a few people looking over. Should the other two follow, they probably wouldn't get as much scrutiny considering what Lovely was wearing.
Weaving through the crowd, Lovely tried to get ahead of Arsenal to stop him. Arsenal probably wouldn't respond well to hearing shouting in his direction, so Lovely slipped ahead of him, before abruptly turning around and greeting the teen. "Hello, sir. Would you mind if we talked for a bit? I think we have a proposal for you!"