Thorne wanted to shoot them. He wanted so badly just to put a bullet in both of their heads but he didn't. He managed to keep control over his emotions, but he couldn't say the same for Kerch. Before Thorne could fully calm himself down, Avis was already heading for Daemon with rage in his eyes.
"Kerch, what's up with you?", he asked but his words fell on deaf ears. It was when Avis threatened to use his powers on Daemon that Thorne went on red alert.
"Kerch, the fuck is up with you? Lock your shit down, now! That's an order!", thankfully, Avis managed to snap back to his senses before getting fried. Thorne let out a sigh of relief as he tried to remove that remaining feeling of rage from his head.
"Fucking command puts a meta like that on the team and doesn't give so much as a warning as to what she can do...fucking assholes!", he thought to himself as he looked over to Agent Gray who was now inspecting her weapon.
Thorne quickly became lost in his thoughts, using his mask eyes to document everything that he didn't even notice Kerch talking to him till he asked him about the plan.
"Right now...let's just get to the blacksite. We need to get our shit together. Everyone in the APC, give me a sec to finish documenting the scene", Thorne literally needed only a second or two to actually document everything. Simply looking around allowed his mask eyes to record and capture every detail of the crime scene. In a matter of moments he was done and back in the APC with the others.
As for Agent Gray, she felt nothing but continuous hate for the two escaped metas. She envied them for begin free but also despised them for it. Why did they get to be free? What makes them think they're better than her? All these questions and more ran through her head till her anger got the better or her right after Thorne told everyone to load back up into the APC, the last thing the Containment Crew would see of the team was Agent Gray throwing a brick at the wrecks so hard it shattered on impact.
"I'm going to hurt those two...badly"The Blacksite was a rather unusual place, the building was a bar that was fully operational and was actually a legitimate business. It was the back entrance that lead to an underground complex which featured a command center, laboratory, medical wing, an armory, personnel living quarters, showers, food hall holding room, shooting range, sparring room, even a gym, all of it concealed under an average Manhattan bar. Dr. Carson headed straight for the laboratory but was stopped by Thorne who held everyone in the command center.
"Now that we're here, it's time to address what just went down", Thorne stared directly at Dr. Carson from behind his four eyed mask. "What?", She asked with a look of confusion on her.
"Don't say 'what' you know full well what I'm talking about Abigail. What the hell happened to us out there? The amount of missions Kerch and I have been on, we never lose our cool like that!""Why are you asking me, isn't it obvious who was the cause-"
"Yeah it's obvious who caused it but I want to know why and little miss sunshine over there ain't in the mood to talk unless she's giving death threats so you tell me doc, what happened out there?""Agent Gray has an ability we call 'Psychosis Field', individuals within roughly 15 meters of her are put into an increased state of aggression which can gradually intensify until the victim becomes completely psychotic up to the point of fatal self harm", Dr. Carson looked down in slight disappointment, not wanting to see Thorne's eyes on her.
"I'm sorry, what? Who thought it was a good idea to put her on this team? Forgive me for saying this but I'd prefer to not have a contagious psychopath on a hunting mission", Thorne glanced at Gray who was now standing right beside him with that same hateful stare of hers.
"Like I said, if I wanted you dead, I'd be have you tear out your own throats", that was all she said before heading in the direction of the shooting range. Thorne just stood there in silence, looking at the members of his team still here.
"This whole thing is FUBAR. I'm going to sleep. You do whatever I don't care, we'll get back to work in the morning", Thorne was done for the day. The way he saw it, all that ways left to do was get something to eat from the mess hall, get a shower, and get some shut eye. He had a whole world of bs to deal with in the morning.