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Conner Kent It took a few days, but Phoebe's cellmates have some mad skills. They stole tools to hack the smartsuits, they pick-pocketed access passcards and deduced passwords and it is not even a week after they got caught when the small group of kidnapped heroes just walked out of their cells without firing any alarm.

It is the night-shit at Colony Zero, so the hallways are rather empty and the lights are mostly out. Mission objectives? Well, mostly escape. Or make sure they will be rescued. Some of the kids might want some revenge for past offenses. Probably they won't kill anyone.

Just don't get caught again. Yes, that is a mission goal.
Phoebe Beacon     Phoebe might have helped a little, glittery distractions, illusions, and the cantrip of her light telekenetics -- magic has its uses, after all, and she was ready to use it at the drop of a hat (which is also a good distraction tactic). She had done the healing for any bumps and bruises on the one who can't heal himself, and she slips through the hallway quietly. She's been searching for their sample storage -- she was sure she had the right circle to alter the samples of her blood to make them unusable, and she had the material item she needed -- a fountain pen, with ink, to make the circle.

    Once she had her tissue samples back, she'd be able to get a message out -- maybe.
Conner Kent The labs where they have been 'examined' are not far. It was mostly Phoebe, in truth. Apparently N.O.W.H.E.R.E. already had thick files on Laura and Nadia, and Tim being a normal human means they didn't find the need to poke and prod. They did a lot of mental tests on Tim, though. They kept him busy, just not busy enough.

On the other hand Phoebe could easily justify a minor phobia to syringes. They have 30th Century technology, but they sure didn't let that stop them using traditional methods of getting blood (and flesh). Some sadism might have been involved. Medical ethics don't seem to be a priority here.

The lab is empty but for a couple tiny cleaning bots. They are scrubbing the floor, which is already so polished one can see its reflection on the white tiles. Bzzz... scrubscrubscrub. Maybe they could grab a couple for the Roost.
Phoebe Beacon     Phoebe was more afraid of an uncontrolled flareup at the pokings and proddings. It was difficult to sedate her without extreme amounts of force, thanks to her healing factor. She had managed to maybe pull off a fireball, or a Force of Will push away, but in the end they got what they wanted.

    A swipe of a purloined card, and Phoebe steps into the lab. She looks at one of the little cleaning bots, eyenarrows at it and greets with a quiet 'hello George'. Yes, she's named the bots quietly. She had to keep humanizing everyone and everything around her -- good for her mental health, that.
Conner Kent 'George' homes on Phoebe, or rather in the motes of dust she brought from the hallway. Luckily its sensors are attuned to dirt, not people. Security is light in the labs. There is just a camera and it cannot cover the whole chamber.

Now, blood samples are usually taken further down the lab, to some kind of storage they have in the back. Or perhaps it is another lab, Phoebe has never been invited there. There might be all kind of horror experiments going there.

But it is probably just a boring freezer.
Phoebe Beacon     Just a boring freezer, perhaps, but a boring freezer that has her blood in it!

    Phoebe slips past, mindful of where she was told the camera can see, on quiet feet as she makes her way to what she hopes is the storage. She taps her feet, and she bites her lower lip, minding the Camera's unwavering gaze as she makes her way towards the back of the lab, steeling her resolve for what might come of what she finds, reaching to test the door with a very gentle pull.
Conner Kent Pulling doesn't work. But Phoebe might remember she has a pilfered passcard, and yes, with that card and pulling the door will open. And it is not a freezer. It is a hallway to a part of the labs she has never visited.

George buzzes indignantly somewhere behind her, it had just cleaned that area!

Ahead there are a couple empty labs, or maybe they are operating rooms, since they have windows from the hallway. And metal beds with restraints. All very not approved by the AMA. At least George's buddies keep it all very clean, there might be the slight suspicion this place gets bloody pretty often.
Phoebe Beacon     "Sorry, George. I'll be careful." Phoebe whispers to the 'bot, and she proceeds down the hall, slowly. She tried to search her cloudy memories of arrival -- were they held here? Was this where they took samples?

    And then she brings her left hand up, and she looks at that circle on her wrist, tattooed in.

    "Sanguis meus cantat aures meas solus--" she whispers -- 'my blood sings for me alone' -- and she tilts her head, listening as she waits for her spellwork to hit blood and tissue... hoping it works.
Conner Kent A bit further down the hall, another closed door that will open with the passcard. It is a smaller place, rather cluttered. At one wall there are rows of cupboard-like glass containers full of gleaming vials and tubes, shinny like jewels. Some with blood, not all of it red, some with samples of skin or flesh, or even whole organs. Eyes. Teeth. A small hearth, still beating.

No labels, but there is a chip in each container. Probably some device would be needed to read it.

But the magic can read it too, some of her blood must be at the end of the lab. Where... oops, there is a guy in a gold smartsuit seated on a large armchair. He is wearing what look like a neat VR visor, long wires connecting the visor to the wall.
Phoebe Beacon     No labels, and a chip. Bleh. Technology was far more Tim's comfort zone; Phoebe knows enough to be dangerous. But the spellwork should be working, and she steps in. She looks to the gentleman in the gold smartsuit. She tilts her head slightly, her lips pursing as she steps into the lab itself, lsitening to the beating of the heart on the shelf.

    That's not creepy at all, nope.

    She tries to tilt her head enough to figure out if she knows this person.
Conner Kent Does she? Maybe Phoebe saw him once or twice during the testing and proding. Some important researcher or doctor. Did she bother trying to talk to the N.O.W.H.E.R.E. folks, creepy or mundane?

The VR visor retracts and the man picks something from the counter. It looks like a thick monocle with a metal mount and some wires around. He puts it on his left eye. Inside. No, actually it -is- his left eye, a bionic one. As the chair turns, Phoebe might recognize the man as Doctor Centerhall, one of Harvest chief lieutenants.
Phoebe Beacon     Phoebe ducks down low, and she casts another spell. Illusion's not her forte by a long shot, but very useful for hiding in shadows. She makes herself as small as possible, using EVERY ounce of concentration she can spare, holding her breath as she watches centerhall's shadow and feet. Don't let him know she's staring. Small and shadowy, unnoticed.
Conner Kent Centerhall stands, and looks at the room. "Well?" He calls. Nothing? He frowns, taking a few steps to look more carefully. "No? I but I felt..." he murmurs, heading for the door. It slides open without him needing a passcard, and the golden-clad scientists looks at the hallways beyond, looking for someone.

"Computer," he asks. "Has any sample been withdraw within the last fifteen minutes?" There is a two seconds pause. "Negative, Doctor Centerhall," responds a synthesized voice.
Phoebe Beacon     Phoebe knows she could end this, right here, right now. She could knock him down and hold him, and with the right circle and wods sap every bit of life he had. It would take two minutes.

    But she holds still. He passes her by. She counts, plans, and then she executes her plan, sweep in behind, kick to the back of the knee and arm up around his neck; a sleeper hold. Pass out, pass out, pass out...
Conner Kent Step one works. The man goes to his knees, and Phoebe grabs his neck.

And that is when things don't work. The doctor grunts, then glows, psychic energy pushing Phoebe back violently. Into a row of organic samples. She hits hard, vials and beads fly everywhere. But the containers are sturdier than they look, only a few break.

"No! My samples!" He raises a hand, and most of the flying containers stop mid-air.

Telekinesis, but his control is not perfect, a few vials fall to the metal floor. And he is no longer pushing Phoebe.
Phoebe Beacon     Phoebe always gets thrown around by putting people in sleeper holds. Eventually she'll learn that fast-acting darts are for the best.

    She's thrown back into the samples, watching the vials and beads fly out.

    However, there's now broken glass.

    Phoebe raises her hand up and focuses on the glass, covered with blood, her other hand comes close to her chest, where blood wells up from a sliced hand.

     Conscribere vitrum et mittere ad oculum! she hisses out in pain -- drawing glass from the floor to to the man's eyes!
Conner Kent "Is that Latin? Atrocious accent... aaah!" Centerhall's hands rise to protect his face, or at leas his organic eye. The glass is not going to harm his bionic one. It also makes him lose his concentration, but most vials should survive this time.

"You... I hate you stupid kids so much," growls the man, his body glowing with power again. "How did you get here?" He is trying to grab Phoebe, but using a hand, not his power. It looks like he is worried about breaking more parts of the lab.
Phoebe Beacon     "You try learning Latin from a Merseyside Bloke." Phoebe states, and she gives a huff, and she skids along the floor, grabbing some vials of blood (or what she REAlly Really Really Hopes is Blood, and at least one of them hers) and she ducks below the grab of his hand. She turns and tries to deliver a back-heel kick to the small of his back, her heart pounding in her chest before she moves to try and get out of the lab!

    The colorful language across cultures and tongues is a litany of profanity. It might be art.
Conner Kent The scientist is hurting, and despite having super-powers, he has little training in fighting. Phoebe's kick makes him stumble and fall forward, and he is slow at turning back to face her, although the smartsuit took the worst of the kick. They are more than fancy clothes; Phoebe didn't break anything when she hit the glass shelves either.

"Girl, surrender now or I am going to vivisect you first thing in the morning. And see how good your healing abilities are," he growls. This time he aims a psychokinetic blast at her, trying to blast here towards the door, and not his precious samples.
Phoebe Beacon     Phoebe gives a growl. He knew her already -- that was bad, and she narrows her eyes.

    She brings her hands up, and she tries to get the spell out before she can get struck. Blood runs down her arm a little as she holds her place.

    "Stop there or I destroy each and every sample in this lab with Sanguine magic, Centerhall." she breathes out. "Mine and everyone elses. I'll drop all pretense and show you how I could have destroyed this facility with a word and a wink."
Conner Kent "What?" Centerhall stands up, looking pained, and very angry. "You are bluffing. I have read your file, you can't do much more than that insipid regeneration irradiation."

Or can she? The hiding trick was not in her file. "Computer. Alert security, I need two guards in lab zero, three, fifty one."
Phoebe Beacon     "Your files are dreadfully out of date and a magician never surrenders her secrets!" she gives a smile, and then she flicks the blood at some of the equipment.

    And she begins her incantation again:

Invenias similem sanguinem meum, et fac ut ardeam igni! (Find my like blood and cause to burn with fire!) she commands, hoping to cause explosions in the laboratory as she hisses the command, pushing the Will and Anger into the statement.
Conner Kent "Magic? That is ridicu..." And then there are half a dozen explosions, although most of them centered in one of the glass cabinets, which loses most of the materials stored there in a rather messy and fiery way.

And of course that makes Centerhall even angrier. This time he tries to blast Phoebe with a telekinetic force beam full force. That is enough to break a lot of bones if it hits.
Phoebe Beacon     With the explosion going on, Phoebe tries to make her exit. She's got two vials of liquid tucked against her palm as she tries to make a run for it, out the door, down the hall -- but she's caught by the beam. She gives a screech, flailing in the air before she's slung against the wall. There's snapping. THere's more bones poking into organs, and she gives a cry as she collapses down to the floor.

    Phoebe's in a lot of pain. She's trying to focus herself... open to the LIght.... fix it, Phoebe!
Conner Kent Cool steam-like clouds fills the room, chocking down the flames before they can do further harm. Centerhall limps forward, muttering curses. He is bleeding from cuts near his normal eye and really feeling that kick to his spine.

And he really doesn't like 'kids'. So, he glares at Phoebe and grabs her with his telekinesis. The door of one of the surgery rooms opens. "I think... I am not going to wait until the morning. Lets see how many important organs can be removed without you dying."

And the door at the end of the hallway opens to let one of N.O.W.H.E.R.E. cyborg soldiers in. "Doctor, are you injured?" Asks the soldier, his faceplate as the number 28. "I am well enough," replies Centerhall. See we are not disturbed for a few hours."
Phoebe Beacon     "Tell... Tell Charlie there's a bit of a mess in lab zero three fifty-one... send-- my apologies." Phoebe is in pain, but she is *laughing*.

    "Stranger danger... bad touch..." she just begins to giggle, her body glowing very dimly as she focuses her healing powers.

    "He's gonna... be injured... ten minutes. Better time it."
Conner Kent "And tell Lewis and Sokolov to get into zero three fifty-one and catalogue the loses," adds Centerhall, slamming Phoebe's body into one of the restraining tables. "Why are you laughing?" Asks the doctor. "This is not going to be amusing. In truth I am not happy, but it is your fault for escaping and attacking me. You have to be taught a lesson. And if it kills you, well... there are more like you out there. You are not important."
Phoebe Beacon     "I assure you there is no one like me anymore. They're all... all dead. All gone." Phoebe begins just... slowly laughing, choking, and she gets slammed down. Her back cracks. She ragdolls her left arm, making her cry out.

    "Oh yes. Yes. Let's... let's teach the girl who just set blood on fire in the other lab... a lesson. Let's start. Latin? Sumerian? How about Themysciran?" she laughs, in so much pain, looking up at the ceiling.

    "I'm going to kill Match. And then I'm going to hunt you down and make sure you're dead. You have... no idea who you're threatening to cut open."

    Keep talking. Don't black out from the pain.

    "Still 'round the corner there may wait a new road or a secret gate -- and tho' we pass them by today, tomorrow we may come this way-"
Conner Kent "Unfortunately," replies Centerhall, "young fools with powers and no clue are a dime the dozen." He turns in a few of the machines in the surgery room. Phoebe is bathed with light, but not the healing short. Also, her smartsuit seems to be falling to pieces, or dissembling.

"Match? Another failure. He is doomed to die soon," points out Centerhall. "Conner is more stable, but weak. The same happens with Divine. Kryptonian hybrids are quite the challenge." He looks at Phoebe. "Contrarily to you. I am sure you are quite simple. But I do hope you surprise me. Now... lets start with the skin, try to stay awake."

Why the skin? Because he is a telekinetic skilled enough to 'remove the skin' causing minimal damage to the flesh underneath. The good news? It is quick to heal.

It does hurt like hell, though.
Phoebe Beacon     Flayed alive. The skin comes off her ragdolled arm, dripping under her forearm and then up and off her stomach, exposing the musculature beneath.

    Phoebe screams. The sound echoes in her ears as she concentrates. Pour more of thelight. Touch its radiance and heat.

    The skin bubbles back into place, as if he had never touched it. The skin that had been removed is off to the side.

    Tears are running down Phoebe's eyes.

    "-and-and take those paths that run, towards the moon, or towards the sun--"

    now, if Centerhall is at all well familiar with the workings of a particular fantasy author, he might recognize Phoebe's reciting the lyrics of a Hobbit Walking song, of all things.
Conner Kent Centerhall is not that kind of nerd (he is more into Asimov and Clarke than Tolkien or Zelazny) so he misses the references. In fact, he decides it must be some kind of rap or punk song. He hates those.

He does see how fast the skin can heal, which is interesting but expected. Even regular humans can regrow skin if the flesh underneath is healthy.

For his next trick he is removing some veins and arteries. None too important, yet. But still bloody.
Phoebe Beacon     The skin is taken again, and veins and arteries. She closes her eyes, She bites part of her tongue. The skin on her fingertips glows with its rosy-gold color, and he may register the distinct smell of black pepper and citrus, with roses beneath.

    Which shouldn't be, viscera rarely smells so good.

    "Home is behind, and the world ahead -- and there are many paths to tread--" blood drips down her arm, where she had stabbed herself with a broken vial. Her fingers move against the table, forming one of her explosive circles in compact. She knew it by rote, every muscle fiber of her body knew this circle that she used to murder Angels with.

    She breathes in, a shuddery breath "Through shadow -- to the edge of Night--"

    And that's when she whispers again, Omnem sanguinem meum, perdes hominem--

    All of my blood, destroy this man, in Liverpool-stained Latin learned from a demon wearing a man's face.

    A reflection of all of the men who had hurt her turned to focus on Centerhall.

    Within ten minutes, the explosion rocks as she causes her blood to burn. It rips apart the table, sending her to one side, and the shrapnel and fire to the other. He might have been removing some veins and arteries -- but Phoebe sought to remove Centerhall and make him 'middle hall' and 'some down the hall'.
Conner Kent The pair of cyborgs outside come quickly to see what has happened, followed by the junior scientists Lewis and Sokolov. "Oh god! What is... he is burning! Where are his legs?" A cyborg voice cuts the panicking scientists. "Call a trauma team, Doctor Centerhall is seriously injured and flatlining."

There is a crackling sound as the second cyborg tasers Phoebe. Probably with an excessive discharge considering she could barely move. "What about the girl?" "Well, she is fine? Her arm is broken, but given the speed she is recovering it will be well in ten minutes... and until Doctor Harvest wakes up."
Phoebe Beacon     It was a mess. There was fire, chunks of table and the good doctor littering the other side of the lab. She was on her side, bloodied and burnt but healing. She'd pay for it, oh she knew she'd pay for it, but this means that the heat was on her, not on Laura, not on Tim. Phoebe who had magical skills beyond what had been witnessed.

    And Phoebe, with her ribs and back freshly re-broken, is laughing.