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[Cell 24]
Group: Dakota / Molly / Anyone else is welcome to join us!

Molly let out an 'eep' as Dakota let out a long string of curses. Oh my, such colorful language...but that must have meant-- Molly gasped, and peeled away from Dakota, staring up at him, horrified. "You're injured!?" She cried. "Th-then what are you doing? You should be back on bed rest and getting better and--" Admittedly, she did wilt a little under the sudden stern look he shot her, and she waited for the usual thing that followed it up. A cheerful grin, a smile, a laugh it off...but it never came.

"...Um...Dakota are you--" Before she could ask though, and before she could answer, they were getting debriefed. Any concerns were temporarily pushed aside, for the time being, as she listened. She also wasn't quite sure...if she was hearing correctly. Molly stared up at Dakota, with one hand over her mouth and her eyes slightly wide.

No...surely...

But then they were getting ushered to where this mission was taking place, and without a word, Molly just stuck with Dakota, and headed to the room they needed to go to. A mission was a mission was a mission. She held onto the sleeve of his coat until they made it though, and she just stopped and stared at the...the...person chained down.

"...Da...kota?" Her tone was questioning as she shot a nervous look his way. Did they really...have to handle this...thing...person...like a beast?

Cell 19 (CLEARED) - Room A

Sasha squeezed Otto's arm and gave a low, throaty laugh at Jan's actions. That voice had the hairs of her arm standing on edge in the most pleasant of ways.

"Thank you, gentlemen. I have to admit, I'm excited to see what's in store for us, aren't you?"

She released their arms and moved further into the room.

Knowing prior to the mission that her presence and participation would most likely be to the potential (if not promised) detriment of her psyche, Abbi still found herself going all over freaked out when the mission plans were laid out before them. This all sounded like a comic book she'd read once, though never finished as she'd gotten far too scared and ended up Wikipedia'ing the ending, and things had not gone well for the characters in the story. Even if Deus was a bit more advanced than the civilians in the comic book, Abbi had never done something like decontamination. The closest she'd ever gotten was one time in her AP Science class where she'd knocked over a beaker and the teacher, in his exuberance for something exciting, had evacuated all the students so he could properly dispose of the chemicals.
(It had been bleach, she remembers with a start, just a simple beaker of bleach and he had gotten so up in arms about it.)
"Groups! Yikes. I was always the worst at group projects." She laughs as a way to begin the conversation with Leslie, hoping he won't abandon her now.
"Always did waaaaaay more work than was necessary." The teen grinned at him and stuck out a hand as though they were to shake, when really it was her way of asking for him to be her partner.

Before she could really ask the question, a tall form began to sift through the crowd and Abbi took the hand away from offering it to Leslie so she could shove it up into the air.
"Miss Nora! Miss Nora! You need a group? Come join us!"
If they could get Nora to really join them they'd be in tip top shape! They'd have a brawler, a healer, and a thief! Such thinking brought Abbi to her next idea, of which she gasped and flailed her hands excitedly.
"Ohmigosh, you guys you guys! NoraNoraNora you have to join us because-- If you do-- Then we-- AH SO PERF-- We can be called Team LAN!"
One finger pointed to Leslie, announced his name, then pointed to herself and said her name, finally rounding on Nora with an exclamation of her name. Just in case they couldn't figure it out on their own.

Cell 5

Noah gave America a small, shy smile when she thanked him for the flowers, but remained quiet, his diffidence reasserting itself as it usually did when there were a lot of people around. The instructions wiped the smile off his face, though, and he fiddled with Laz's totem where the chain was wrapped around his wrist.

He followed the group into the cell, trying and failing not to think of zombies. His first impulse was to avoid looking at the figure tethered to the chair, but that was both wimpy and unscientific. It didn't look very human anymore, he observed, and kept that to himself.

Laz didn't think zombies were a big deal, he gathered from the weapon's mental yawn. Then again, Laz had been a zombie himself. That wasn't terribly comforting.

"Okay," he answered America, and was pleased to hear his voice come out steady. He was the lowest-ranked hunter here, and probably the weakest, so it made sense for him to be assigned to be navigator instead of taking a chain. He moved to stand beside the door, clear of the others and covering the exit.

Home. Finally. Home. Candace didn't think she'd miss this island as much as she ended up missing it, but she was actually pretty glad to be back..at first. Not even five minutes after stepping through the portal she was snatched up by other Hunters collecting her things for her and telling her they would be brought to her dorm. Candace had hoped to find Dakota and reunite with her husband and then get back into the fray, but apparently that was not how things could be. They never could be that easy, huh?

Maybe she hadn't missed it all that much.

Would you rather leave again?

Not yet, I guess..

She huffed, looking around at faces she didn't recognize. "What've we got here..."

Room 4

Tuck watched the thing convulse. He gave Heidi A Look.

"No. No, it ain't okay."

He unfastened his chain just as the infected started muttering a word that sounded a lot like eat.

"You're up, Milo."

Room 4 - Tuck, Heidi, Cee, Noemi, Milo

Heidi glanced at Tuck and smartly resisted a lot of urges just then. She was a good girl, a smart girl. But someone was in a mood and being an a** though and needed to be told to stop.

"Aw, he's not evil and crazy, he's just misunderstood and hungry," she joked in her usual Heidi fashion.