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Schraeder went down, hard on his back, from Elizabeth's attack. His breath left him and he lay gasping on the floor. No point chasing them if he was unable to fight.

He concentrated on breathing. There was still a chance.

Clarissa moved to help the Thief as much as she could - which meant going after Lionel once Lance had fallen.

"He's a goddamn psychopath! Don't listen to that bullshit!" Elizabeth screamed at the Adams.

"You don't understand," Lionel calmly replied, thrusting at The Thief. It had taken him long enough to get back to him that The Thief had made some gesture, and -

There was an immense, deafening sound of bending steel, and suddenly daylight poured in through a doorway a little further down.

"He's moving the pods!" Lizzie realized. "He's taking them! Get to them!"

"You, get your agents off our other friends and we'll get to work!" Lionel requested of Agent R.

Lance was still too stunned to get back up.

Seeming not to be the target of anyones agression, Jesse simply filed in with the others, moving towards the spot where Clarissa and Lance had gone. He could see the one that they were calling "Agent R" standing before her and Lance, and began to think. A diversion was what they needed in order to make it to the target.

And a diversion is what they were going to get.

With all the excitement going on, Jesse didn't realize that his own quills had sprung forth, incasing him all over. He ran full speed towards Agent R, spotting an opening between Clarissa and Lance. It seemed that it was slight enough that he would get through undetected, and then he could deliver a staggering tackle of which the likes no one had ever seen.

Or so he wanted to believe.

Jesse ignored everything around him, even the bladed hand one that was heading towards Agent R as well, and focused on his target. If this worked, Host Agent R would be stunned long enough to let the other pass without confusion.

If not, then this was going to be one hell of a day.

Of course, her plan failed miserably. Rather than continue forward, she was propelled right onto spindly hide of another Host she hadn't really communicated with before. On impact, Jesse was barreled over and Helena continued to roll, giving out several short cries that enlightened others about her excruciating pain. She ended up on her stomach, heaving great big breaths. At this time, the blades slowly transitioned to their normal five-fingered state, but Helena felt no delight in the matter. Having several porcupines ******** her was an unpleasant thought to say the least: having now experienced something extremely similar, the artist could honestly say it was worse than she would have imagined.

Groaning again, she reached a hand toward her lower back. Just shifting the muscles ached, and elicited a strained grimace as Grissom tried desperately not to make another pitiful sound. Several small puncture wounds could be felt, like craters in a hillside, as her fingers slid from one side to the other. Before she even glanced at her hand, she knew there was blood. Finally resting her bloodied hand on the ground beside her face, she took this moment to make a rather profound statement pertaining to her condition. "<******** (metaphorically) ******** she was.