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Aali felt extremely strange where he lay. There were sharp joints all over which poked uncomfortably at his body, someone's yelling and various words being spoken. The gunfire had stopped but his ears still rung and he could hardly focus in his stupor. What annoyed him was that even after the other two bodies moved, something remained to terribly burn his lower back, and he could not smell anything. It was like what they called a cold, he thought.

Aali did not see the hand offered to pick him up, which had forced Charlie to reach for his hand to make him stand. Whether or not she immediately realized it, Charlie's hand was stained with his blood. The Seer struggled with his balance, and lifted a hand to scratch the top of his somewhat messy hair. His other hand excavated his phone from his pockets, and he set to stare at it intently while blood dripped from his broken nose onto the device. He saw Syara there, laying in a heavenly white bed, ever comfortable. Her face suddenly changed, and Aali's own eyes stared back at him; he prodded his own nose upon seeing the band aid on it in the vision. It kindled the flames of anguish inside his nostrils, and his eyes shut as he silently endured it.

A voice only to his ears called his name from the phone, and Aali's eyes flung open. The doctor was there, and he smiled. He preferred her to the Damn Doc ever since that day, he knew, yet it was not because of this. Then, it went dark and Aali in retaliation pressed a multitude of cellphone keys to no avail, his bloodied fingers staining the gadget. They all beeped and blooped, but nothing was shown on screen; not that there was anything for normal eyes to begin with. Normal eyes did see various other things he could not right now, including his bloodied hands, the crimson which came from his lower back as it still bled from a gunshot wound. His broken nose which made a mess of the lower half of his face and eventually, shirt as well. He seemed to ignore them very well, though, which was partially thanks to severe drunkenness.

The PCI agent was absorbed back into the present, and various things worried him. "Z-zack," Aali stammered with hope that his friend was still nearby. "Hey, we should go get ice cream. I want to go rescue Bop and Damn Doctor, but nobody will let me. I'd ask for your help convincing them but there's a .." Aali lost his breath and clung to a table to avoid losing his feet as well. He went on, speaking quieter. "I wasn't allowed out on my first mission either. You need training, or Pearce says no, not allowed." Unintentionally he was using a name he was not in the presence familiar with, and continued speaking for fear of not being able to anymore if he stopped."Zack remember when we met and we were in that bar, and there was that weird guy with the mask? Where do you think he got it? It was cool. I wanted one too, but then we saw the other mask; that new one, remember? The guy had style huh? Yeah, yeah, sorry though... No I didnt mean to bring him up. Come on, Corry's fiiiine. You got him, right! It's done, I'll fight him next time, I know you haven't seen that fight yet. I'll tell you about it, okay?" Aali stopped to catch his breath, and began hyperventilating.

Zack Hoyt

Once Aali and Charlie stood up, Zack was free to do so as well. He checked his guitar over to make sure it really wasn’t broken, and found a few scratches and such. He frowned in irritation. However, Zack’s scowl deepened at Charlie’s words as he looked up from his guitar and over to the black gown-wearing PCI agent. If he hadn’t been so pissed off over everything that happened tonight, h would have thought the dress looked good on her, but that thought was clearly far from his mind. ”You think tackling me to the ground and nearly breaking my guitar constitutes saving my life? Whatever it was, it was completely unnecessary.” Zack replied, his volume raising just slightly by the end of that last sentence. They didn’t have to tackle him. A simple warning would have sufficed in his opinion. ” I can take care of myself, thank you very much.” he retorted as Charlie turned her back on him and headed for the door, presumably to try to find the rest of her team mates.

When Charlie was gone, Zack removed his guitar from his shoulder and had been about to toss it up to Nero before he could follow after Charlie. There was absolutely no way he was going to sit back and let the PCI save his best friend for him. If anything, saving Corry was hardly their business. But the sound of the blind Aali’s voice saying his name stopped Zack in mid-action. He turned and gave the blind kid a strange look. ”Ice cream? What the hell are you blabbering about?” he asked as he studied Aali as if noticing him for the very first time. He was about to tell Aali for the millionth time that he wasn’t joining the PCI, when Zack finally noticed the boy’s injuries. Aali’s nose was probably broken and the blood staining the guy’s back was most definitely not a good sign at all. ”Dammit! You look like hell! You’re in no condition to go anywhere!” he exclaimed as he placed his guitar down to lean against the edge of the stage before going over to the now-hyperventilating Aali. He pulled a chair over and forced the blind one to sit down in it. He then ran to the bar to search for a large amount of napkins or something before finding them and bringing them back over to Aali. ”What the heck are you talking about anyway? The guy with the mask can go to hell for all I care. Now shut up and hold these over your nose, dammit.” He said, shoving the mass of napkins into Aali’s hands. Man, he didn’t have time for this! If he didn’t hurry, he wouldn’t be able to follow after Charlie to try to find and rescue Corry!

After he made sure Aali had the napkins over his bleeding nose, Zack heard Pierson shouting out orders and looked over towards the very ticked off PCI supervisor. He scowled again. Man, that woman was such a bossy b***h. Unfortunately for Aali, Zack was going to leave him with her so he could get proper medical attention. ”Hear that, kid? You stay with your boss. I’m going to rescue Corry.” With that, Zack grabbed his jacket from backstage and then rushed to catch up to Charlie and that other guy whose name Zack really couldn’t be bothered to remember right now. There’s no way I’m not going with you guys for this.” he said as he approached the two PCI agents, his expression stern and refusing to let them make him stay behind. Corry was his best friend and there was no way he’d be sitting this one out.

OPERATIVE: CHARLIE SMITH
CODENAME: KAGE
AKA The Silent Shadow . . .


Charlie knew better than to be in the way when Pierson barked orders like that. Today had been an especially hard day for her, what with Syara recovering and now Alec captured. Charlie had learned - the hard way - long ago that when Pierson used that tone, you did whatever she said and got the hell out of the way. With a curt nod and a quick, quiet "Yes sir." Charlie grabbed Blink and moved them out of Pierson's striking range. Their boss was pissed, and Charlie had known her long enough to be able to spot the barely contained rage. That poor idiot she was dragging around was in for a serious beating/interrogation. With one last look at Aali to make sure he was following Pierson to get the medical attention he needed, Charlie turned back to Blink.

Still handsome as ever. She thought appreciatively, looking him over to check for any obvious wounds that would need to be taken care of before they left. A little reluctantly, she pushed the handsome thought aside. He had a few scrapes and bruises, and some bloody patches, but as far as she could tell, he seemed to be whole. With that determined, Charlie smiled at him to let him know she was okay, then opened her link to the data streams again. She pinged Alec's phone, tracking it as it moved north down the highway. The kidnappers had either been in too much of a hurry, or too stupid to know to check the hostages for them. Breathing a sigh of relief, Charlie checked his tracer chip for his vitals. He had been having some difficulty breathing, but it was non-life threatening. "They're heading north on I90, moving fast. They've got about a half hour head start. Alec's phone is in his pocket, so I can't use the camera to see anything. Can you scent how many people were in the van, Blink? I'll send Alec a text."

For situations just like this, Charlie's "number" was saved in each of the agents phone's as MOM. That way, she'd be able to send them messages without most people getting suspicious. It had taken a full week of no sleep and constant work, but Charlie had managed to create a program to link their phones and their tracer chips to allow her to text their phones, while the agents heard her voice in their minds. She was still working on figuring out a way to allow the agents to text back like that, but their minds didn't work the same way hers did, so she had run into a bit of a snag. Still, this would at least let Alec know they were on their way.

Hi honey, it's Mom. Just wanted to check in with you to see how you're doing. Hope you're not too banged up after that soccer game last night. Your siblings are all okay - we want to have you over for dinner tomorrow night if you can make it. You should invite your new friends! Your mates on the soccer team. Anyway, give me a call or a text back as soon as you can and let me know. Love you! xoxo

"We're going to need a car...."Charlie turned to finally acknowledge Zack. She'd heard him say he was coming with them, and as much as she wanted to tell him to be a good boy and sit, Pierson was looking to recruit him for a reason. Maybe he could be useful. "Alright Zack, you can come with us. But you HAVE TO listen to us, and be willing to take and follow our orders. You've gotta accept that we have years and years of training in situations like this, and for all intents and purposes, you're green. Of course, that doesn't mean we won't listen to your ideas, but if we veto them, you have to trust us that it's for good reason, okay? Now please, for the love of whatever is up there, please, tell me you have a car. I do not want to hot wire one in this dress."

Alec Braely
"Damn Doctor"

His breathing was bearable as he listened to Charlie's message, he wasnt sure why she wanted to me "mom" certianly someone would think it suspicious that a man his age would still be getting such texts from his mother. then again over protective parents tended to be clingy to their children even through to the mature years. luckily though no one but he had his cell phone.. in his coat pocket, a slight upset for any plans she might have had to use his cellphone to get a look at their surroundings.

A sudden blow to his already broken chest made him grunt in agony as the body next to him wriggled and thrashed a moment, once she heard him though she stopped. He judged she may have had a temporary relapse in consciousness before arousing here with her vision impaired and lashed out in defense. he coughed and closed his eyes as he sat back to let the throbbing in his fractured ribs subside. "thanks..." he gasped slightly not one to curse really. The phone had taken most of the blow so his ribs were still in tact and his lungs unpunctured, but now the phone had fallen out of his pocket onto the floor of the van somewhere. Vision impared it was really hard to recollect it before the man watching them noticed.

"hey! quick, check their pockets for phones" there was beeping as the man went through his phone and he gave another grunt of pain as another guard he guessed searched his coat and pockets forcibly. "stop.... touching me damn it!" he gasped and lashed out at the guard, earning a blow to his temple and causing more than just pain in his chest. "shut up... Doctor, you must be a surgeon type then of course you would, cheated your way to the top did ya?' Not sure how they got that information it dawned on him a moment later as he realized his wallet had been taken too, good thing he had left his PCI ID at Pierson's house, otherwise everyone here might have been in trouble. "that is right i am a doctor... you think you might want to consider untying me so i can check on your hostages?' he wondered why they would jump to the conclusion that he was a surgeon psychic type, the men just chuckled in answer "you dont need to go anywhere magic fingers, we have plenty of help to handle the injured."

Muscle reflexes, especially in the Seer's delicate state, commanded Aali to grapple the person that grabbed onto him. The pain in his lower back and face rejected the idea and he was forced to sit down. He was immediately grateful; it felt like falling into a pit which hid him partially from a strong, suffocating torrent of wind. Yet even if his legs were able to relax, his breathing struggled to pace itself, and pain still bit at his face and lower back. It truly was the angry chipmunk ghost scenario again, he thought.

With a stomp on the floor, Aali snapped right back up at Pierson's command. He proceeded to silently wade through the sea of tables, where the winds had not calmed down at all. It was severely difficult to stay standing, and it was making him cold. He no longer wanted ice cream, less it was to offer to the chipmunks in a truce agreement. Poison ice cream, which they would consume and die from. "Aali one, ghosts zero." He announced his hypothetical victory.

Aali reached out with his right hand as soon as he thought himself within arm-length of Pierson, and in vain he tried to grab her, but was clutching at air in very much the wrong direction. "Piers, are you a ghost too?" Aali asked, his tone irksome.

Katherine Pierson
PCI Psychiatrist and Commanding Officer

Pierson rolled her eyes as Aali got lost in one of his visions while he stumbled over towards her. He kept mumbling something about ghosts and she scoffed a little, even when he was bleeding profusely he was still such a goof. Though that wasn't really his fault. When he asked her if she was a ghost too, she simply responded, "Nope, not a ghost, just behind you." Pierson reached up and grabbed his shoulder, pulling him over to her carefully. She stood the criminal she had captured up, and practically dragged both him and Aali out of the bar, just as the rest of their backup arrived. Giving a slight sigh, she chucked the criminal into her car, intending to bring him to the interrogation room by herself. She helped Aali into the passenger seat, the medical people here would be busy helping everyone else, Aali needed a PCI surgeon back at base. It would kill two birds with one stone. "Try not to bleed on the upholstery you two, or I'll make you clean it later." Pierson said without humor as she drove off, heading back to the FBI's PCI branch office that they called home base.

Arriving just a few minutes later, Pierson had used her sirens to get there quicker, and as she pulled into her parking space, she was soon greeted by a few of the people she worked with, asking her questions about what was going on. She brushed them off, saying that she already had a team in the field and they needed to monitor their status instead of hers. She quickly shoved her prisoner into the elevator and brought Aali along for the ride; she would see him to a medical officer first, then bring the prisoner to interrogation.


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A very tall, tan woman in a trench coat, with black hair in a pony tail that went all the way down to her thighs, watched from across the street with piercing grey eyes as the events at the bar unfolded. She was soon joined by other people observing and rubbernecking at the scene, but her interest was more in the fearsome looking woman who dragged an injured prisoner and a blind man out of the charred building. Humming to herself she smiled and turned up her coat collar to the wind and disappeared back into the shadows. Soon she would make her presence known, but for now, she would continue to observe.

It was helpful having someone leading him. The world had far too many obstacles for a drunk to walk into sometimes, when they did not wish to. Everything moved out of Pierson's way, and it had to be that attitude she had, Aali thought. All the tables, chairs, drinks fled, as did the walls and ceiling. The wind now brushed against him, making him shiver in the cool night air. The car was very brave, it had stayed and waited for them, and allowed Pierson to drive.

Agent Vision tried to enjoy the softness and warmth of the car seat against his sore back. It was sweet relief for his weakening legs. The seat embraced him and that gave Aali comfort. His hands traveled across the many things in front of him, including the glove compartment, air conditioning and other buttons, and then the radio. The disoriented agent managed to press the window lowering button for his side, including AC and the cigarette lighter. The first one he took several moments to enjoy by sticking his head out the window. They were flying, and there was thankfully little traffic in the city skies at this hour.
Even though the radio had not been turned on, it suddenly spoke up for Aali. 'They're going to be coming after us!' It said to the Seer. 'We are going to-' the next line was cut short by the wailing of a siren, and Aali clapped his hands to his ears. "Pierson!" Aali complained. He felt sick. The taste in his mouth was iron, his nose did not work, he could barely hear, and his head felt woozy. Aali retched his dinner out in a stream, right out the window. The taste in his mouth did not improve.

With shaky hands, the agent closed the window back up. Motionless until they arrived, Aali moved only to peel himself from the blood drying against the backrest. He followed Pierson hesitantly, and sat down when they were in the elevator. "Pierson I can't see. I want to see. Where are the others? I-i need a phone," he rambled unsteadily. It was apparent that the agent had lost his own mobile, which currently slumbered on the passenger seat floor in Pierson's car.


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The two black vans arrived in an industrial area of the city, full of warehouses and factories, and the only signs of life being the occasional flashlight of a night guard doing his rounds. Both cars slowed down until they turned off the road to drive inside a garage, one after the other. The vehicles took up most of the space inside, and the hostages were funneled out and down a staircase to the basement.

There, the bags on their heads were removed, and they were commanded to undress beneath the dim light of a single light bulb. The source of illumination hung from the ceiling in the middle of the square room. Stone steps in one corner led up to a doorway, through where the echo of men shouting protocol could be heard. Nothing else stood out in the room, it was bare and cold, all grey rock

In place of their own clothes, each hostage was given a pair of plain black overalls to wear. Their things were carried out by their captors, and the door closed behind them. Three men stayed behind, who set to guard and keep in order the hostages at their own leisure. Which meant general small talk about nothing personal, spoken in local accents, and harsh retorts to any words spoken by prisoners. Extreme cases of wailing were silenced completely by gagging the hostage, which was the case with a woman that had panicked and gone hysterical.

Above ground, within the garage, the clothes and personal belongings of their captives were inspected. Phones were filtered out of clothes and bags and set aside in a cardboard box. The box was then thrown in a large steel container out on the otherwise empty yard, and the doors to it shut.

Identities were recorded on a single piece of paper, written in by a single man who looked up each driving license, library card, and other forms of ID found. They were attempting to make sure they knew all the people they had taken. This was only a side objective, as men stormed back and forth preparing for the eventual counter-attack. They faced the PCI, and they knew what they could. All windows had already been barricaded with metal sheets in hopes of preventing sniper fire. Couple of individuals walked rounds across their current hide-out, and sprayed air freshener to throw off any scents. Wireless and wired communication was cut, there was to be no use of electronics for the next period of twelve hours after which they planned to move. Everything else they prepared for by reloading their guns and having some tea.

Alec Braely
"Damn Doctor"

Quick healing was quite the adapted advantage to having the surgeons ability, by the time they were tossed from the van and moved underground the fractures had turned to bruising. He had to be careful though, already feeling hungry he knew he had to preserve his energy for those hostages that had been caught in the cross fires. The bruising looked worse than it was as he pulled off his clothes to switch into the overalls.

he did not recognize any of the hostages taken, other than the boy that had been on the stage with the band, as well as the girl that had attacked the masked man on the bar. The dim lit room made things easy enough for him to walk around the room and check on everyone's condition. the boy that was part of the band had a cut over his brow possibly from a bullet or just a mishap while being yanked from the stage. a few people had dislocated shoulders he could easily fix without using his abilities.



Jin Melatix
"Panic"

Standing and staring at the door the red eyes stayed on Pierson's face as she stood there at the door. "play? Pearce hates it when i play... are you sure you want me to play?" she stands there and watches the woman, beautiful portraits of different colors scatter the floor and walls of her cell, pictures of people she has never met before, Syara, Charlie, Corry, Zack. Before Pierson wouldn't have recognized a few of them but in the months that she had not come to see her patient she had meet several of the people she now recognized. Standing there and watching she giggles and walks up to Pierson, placing a hand on her cheek, covered in charcoal from the several pictures she was working on. "but your not here to play, you want me to work? batty sick? i think it has to do with batty i cant see to clearly with him" she turns to look at a picture with a face covered by a cloth or scarf.