Realistic or Modern GAMES! THE MISSION.

[allure]

Alex reread the ping from GAMES for what must have been the hundredth time, willing the words to sear themselves into his brain and replace the image of the body that kept flashing before his eyes. The body they'd had to leave behind, twisted and bloody—

TEAM 9,
This message is to inform you that your mission objectives have changed. Ignore all previous instructions. Your main objective is now to:

• Capture Dr. Michael Blackwell
  [see attachment].

He must be captured alive. His office, where we believe he will remain, is on the top floor. Use the map of the warehouse to help you navigate [see attachment]. All known traps and cameras are marked on the map. However, WellChem may have set up more traps and/or cameras, so move cautiously. Keep in mind that Blackwell has access to every camera. We will observe and send helpful information when possible. You will be notified when our reinforcements successfully infiltrate the building; until then, every guard you encounter within the warehouse is disposable. We have high hopes that you will be able to successfully complete your mission. Good luck.

And then, right above that ping was another one, also sent from the official GAMES account. But Alex knew his inbox was the only one that had it. It was a message from Myles, and Alex could tell because the message preview read "Alex," and not "Mr. Fitzpatrick." But whereas he had the other ping nearly memorized, he couldn't bring himself to open this personal one. It was just another reminder of the reasons why most of his team members hated him, as they should after what had transpired just hours ago.

The mission began at noon. His school tablet, one of the few electronics the academy allowed each student to bring, told him it was now 4pm. Most school missions didn't last longer than 18 hours, but he had a feeling that his team would be lucky if they managed to get out of this warehouse alive in that amount of time. After the gun went off, the team had escaped to the first empty room they could find that had a lock. It looked to be a kitchen of sorts, or some kind of staff break room. There was a fridge, sink, cabinets and, most importantly, no telltale red eyes of a camera. Alex pulled up the map again. If his observations were correct, they were in a room on the second floor, right in the middle of the floor plan. The building was only (hah, only) ten stories tall, so they had eight floors to go.

No one had spoken in a long, long time.

He finally glanced around at the others, wondering how best to break the silence and tell them that they should get going. Finn would probably come at him, fists swinging, if he tried. The other man had been friends with Amaya, like several other people on the team. Alex hadn't been. He didn't know how to be sensitive to their grief, which must have been so much stronger than his own feelings of shock and regret, and still be a leader. He didn't think it was possible with the meagre – and truthfully, somewhat unpleasant – relationship he'd had with Amaya. And as he always did whenever he didn't know what to do, Alex looked to Sam. He made eye contact with his closest friend in the group and gestured at the door then at the people around them, hoping to convey his intentions that way.

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[xserendipitously]

Amelia Claire Dumont​

Amelia's slender, calloused fingers grip the stock of her rifle with white knuckles, attempting to calm their endless quivering. Even against the cold metal, her fingertips shudder uncontrollably. Each time Amelia blinked, the same image crossed her mind: the mangled and bloody corpse of Amaya Mikaelson. What had once been the beautiful, vibrant body of a the young girl that had been close friends with Amelia ended up being splattered like a crude painting on the floor. Pieces of flesh ripped from her body, her torso riddled with bullet holes. What kind of sick individual would want to hurt someone so innocent?

She couldn't cry, or perhaps she just wouldn't let herself. The very shock of seeing her friend be murdered in front of her very eyes left her entire being feeling cold and empty. She needed to do something, anything, to take her mind off of everything. She needed to focus on the task at hand. After all, being one of the highest ranking students (next to Alex and Evelyn) she felt partially responsible for taking care of the group, even if she doesn't always work well with others.

The first task at hand had already been covered: get to a safe spot to recuperate and to study the new ping sent to the members of the team from GAMES. As soon as she felt the tablet buzz with the incoming message, she began reading and memorizing the message. It allowed her brain to focus on anything but the image burned into her brain. Next, she inspects her weapons. The rifle (which she has lovingly dubbed Ares after the Greek god of war) in her hands was her trusty sidekick and so far hadn't failed her on her mission, or any mission for that matter. The pistol against her leg, however, posed more of a challenge. More often than not, the pistol jams and she ends up having to move to hand-to-hand combat, not her strongest skill.

She decides to take a quick inventory of her things to kill some time. Her regular rifle in her hand, her sniper rifle strapped to her back over her chest, the pistol on her left thigh, a knife on her right thigh, an ammunition belt around her waist and across her chest. Hopefully she would have enough ammunition to last her this entire mission, if they were ever going to get out.

Amelia begins pacing slightly, tapping her empty fingers against her thigh. Why were they sitting around and not making a plan? Part of her just wanted to go by herself and find this Dr Blackwell and give him a piece of her mind and a stomach full of lead. Still, she knew she couldn't go alone. Finally, the silence gets to her and she turns to Alex, their valiant leader. He's silent, not bothering to make a plan. If their leader (if you can even call him as such) wasn't going to take action, who would? The answer is Amelia.

She walks over to him and roughly slings her rifle over her shoulder before crossing her toned arms across her chest. "Well, Alex, do you have a plan? Or are we just going to wait here to die like a bunch of sitting ducks?" She questions, putting her weight on her left leg. Perhaps she comes off harsh but Amelia's intentions are good, she just wants to make progress on this new mission and sitting around is making her incredibly anxious. Her warm brown eyes flicker as if a fire had been lit behind them, showing the spark of both anger and determination burning within her.

|interacting with: alex|
|mentions: evelyn|
|tags: allure amethysty |

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[nymphadora.]

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MURDOC.​

NO. #33 SPY

❝ darling, how could you be so blind? ❞

mentioned: seugeun, alex + amelia | tags: saturday shorts allure xserendipitously | ​

They were truly, and very much utterly, fucked.

Murdoc kept his distance as his lanky arms wrapped across his chest, clinging to himself for a strange sense of comfort while he watched the rest of the team sit in silence. What had happened only a few moments ago kept replaying in the male's head. The ringing sound of the bullets ricocheting through the air, through Amaya's body, and the bloody mess that followed after. Murdoc could keep his cool in most situations -- it was what his job required after all -- but after seeing Amaya and locking his gaze into her cold eyes, it only set in the reality he was living in.

The silence was killing the spy. The sound of Amelia's boots pacing back and forth hummed in his ears as a sick, anxious feeling churned in his stomach. The tips of fingers itched -- craved -- for the comforting warmth of a cigarette in between. Quitting had become a difficult task for Murdoc, like father, like son, Murdoc had the tendency to fill his lungs with smoke to calm himself down and the situation was no exception. The most the male could do was send a quick gaze to his "study" friend, Seungeun, and grip his elbows harder until his knuckles turned a ghostly white. The synchronized sound of a ping echoed through the room as everyone lunged for their tablets to read the message.

A chill ran down the male's spin as he hesitated to reach for his tablet. That was the only problem Murdoc had with the school's tablets, his dyslexic brain often enjoyed muddling up the words for him just to make life harder. Instead, Murdoc followed the rest of the team's actions, only skimming the paragraph with the few words he could recognise while stealing glances of the team's faces, praying that someone would say something out loud. Unlucky with his prayer, Murdoc slid his tablet back into place and hoped his vague grasp on the new mission was enough to get him out alive.

With the silence falling on the team once more didn't help Murdoc's jitteriness. His hand slid into his right pocket and played with a paperclip, hopelessly ignoring the wavering hope that was disappearing. Alex's bitter silence didn't give any hope for the spy, and neither did the sudden outburst and leadership from Amelia.

Murdoc watched with curious eyes as Amelia sauntered over to their supposed leader and questioned their next move. It was inspiring, almost, in the situation they were stuck in, anything was worthy in his mind. Before he could think for another second, Murdoc decided to speak up. The male pushed himself off the wall and moved closer between the two, finding himself another place and rested his body against his leaning arm. A sly smirk grew on Murdoc’s lips as his voice dripped with sarcasm. "C'mon Amelia, leave him alone. Give him a few minutes to get his brain working and then start hissing at him."

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[springtime]

FINN X HALLIDAY

Finn thought he'd been desensitized with the somewhat messy life he lived, but nothing could have prepared him for what he saw today. The sight of Amaya—one minute a living, breathing human, and the next, a bullet ridden corpse—shook him to his core.

It was inhumane what they did, and it was murder.

The male was uncharacteristically quiet as he leaned against the kitchen counter. His eyes were glazed over and fixed on the ground while his tablet lay behind him. A ping had arrived a minute or so ago, and like the others, he had opened it. Unlike the others however, he hadn't read more than a few sentences.

Capture Blackwell alive? Yeah, no. That fucker just killed their teammate. An eye for an eye like they say, or in this case, a head for a head. The fact GAMES would command against that pissed him off to the point where he couldn't continue reading. He was sure the others felt the same way; relatively speaking, he wasn't even the closest to her within the group.

His heart dipped when he thought about his teammates. He knew for a fact many had it harder than him. Amaya was his friend of course, but at the end of the day, some of the people here were her best friends. If he was feeling like this, he couldn't imagine how they were feeling.

There was just...one exception.

His gaze flicked to his side and he immediately felt a rush of anger. Their "leader" looked pathetic.

Bet he was ashamed huh? Well good, because fuck that guy. If anyone was to blame for Amaya's death, it was him. For one, he led them straight into a trap, and for another, he wasn't even at the front. Fucking coward was the prime example of someone who flaunted their status when it was convenient and brushed over it when it wasn't.

Finn's fists tightened.

That's right. Asshole. Coward. Fucking lowlife. Escaped without a scratch while Amaya lay dead. It should've been him there, where she was. And yeah, maybe he would have died instead, but you know what—that was also how it should've been. Because he was their leader, and that was rightfully his spot. But then again, there was still the very real possibility he knew something was amiss and used Amaya as fodder. Finn wouldn't be surprised; after all, Alex never liked her, and GAMES treasured him too fucking much to let him get hurt.

When the voice of a female brought him back to reality, he realised his fingernails were digging into his palms. His jaw hurt from grinding his teeth. He had to force himself to breathe.

Murdoc was the last straw. Perhaps it was because he liked the guy it annoyed him especially to see him defending the other side. Without preamble, he began walking towards the trio. "Oh, don't you go defending him," he spat. "This is all his fault."

Once he reached Alex, he planted a sharp jab into his chest. "You knew this would happen, didn't you? And that's why you didn't go to the front?"

mood: pissed
mentions: alex, amelia, murdoc
interaction: alex
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[amethysty]

[div class=container][div class=image] [div class=title]Evelyn Madora [div class=line][/div] [div class=lil]the assassin no. 14[/div][/div] [div class=b][div class=lilimage][/div][/div][/div] [div class=info] [div class=post][div class=scroll] The sound and buzz of all 9 tablets cut the suffocating silence like a knife. It took Evelyn back, back to the last day she ever saw her father, when the ring of a telephone had taken away all her hopes for a peaceful and happy life. That event and this one shared too many similarities for her. She had lost yet another person, and the regret practically consumed her. All she could think about was everything she had done wrong, which frankly had been far too many things. She had screwed everything up between Amaya and her, and now, she would never get the chance to make it better. Amaya had been taken away, just like her father had a little over 15 years ago, and everything Evelyn wished she could say would never be heard.

She didn't take her tablet out at first like the others in her team. Evelyn was very much still in shock, and time felt as though it was moving at a snails pace. She was mildly aware of her surroundings and her team mates, from those who shared glances with each other to those who gripped their tablets as though it would crumble away into sand and slip between their fingers if they didn't. Yet at the same time, she felt as though she were in a haze, like she was watching the whole scene from somewhere far far away. The most accurate comparison she could make was to being underwater. She knew she needed to snap out of it, for if she didn't, it would only make her a hinderance to everyone else on the mission, and that was something she could never let herself be.

So with that, she pulled out her tablet. It felt unnaturally cold, which only brought her back to thoughts of Amaya, and her abandoned, lifeless body. It was just another cruel twist of the knife in her heart, but it had to be done. There was still 9 more people left, and they simply couldn't risk the lives of the remaining to recover her body. Evelyn lost herself in her thoughts for another moment, but the sound of Amelia checking her guns reminded her of the message she had yet to read. She knew that this wasn't supposed to happen, and that surely GAMES was just as shocked by the death as they were. These senior examinations weren't supposed to ever end in death, hell, the most anyone had ever gotten was a dislocated shoulder. Not even those who were low ranked, not even the worst of the 100 students in the grade was supposed to die. Certainly, Amaya was pretty low in Evelyn's eyes, but that shouldn't have resulted in tens of bullets hitting her body. After all, she was braver than any of them and thats what got her in that position in the first place.

Evelyn read the email, then, read it again. The words "the mission has changed" burned themselves in her mind and that was all she needed to hear. It reminded her of why she was there, why any of them were there. At the end of the day, it was a mission and Evelyn would be damned if she was going to let her ridiculous emotions keep her from completing it. She would have time to grieve, regret, wonder what could've been or what should've been, after they finish the mission. Plus, she still had others on the team she cared for, whether she wanted to admit it or not. That prompted a glance to Amelia, the one who she trusted most if it came to a fight and although on the field they were rivals they still respected each other's abilities, and then to Murdoc, who she had known since she was a little girl on the playground. She had lost enough people in her life, and it'd be a cold day in hell if she would let herself be the reason that she losses another.

She felt a renewed sense of purpose and dedication. She had to focus on their mission because she knew if she didn't, she would lose herself completely. She kept in mind that she had other goals, and none of those would ever come to life if she died that day, and she had no plans to lose anyone else whether they shared any history or not. They had a mission, to capture Dr. Blackwell alive, and there was still much ahead of them. She took Amelia's example, and inspected the weapons she had on her.

Evelyn carried several pistols on her, as she had always fared well with them. One was on her right thigh, her weaker one, and the other was on her left hip. Additionally, she carried a snipe in the backpack they were issued, as well as plenty of ammo. Now, she cursed at herself for not bringing more than 3 guns, but she honestly hadn't expected she'd need more than that. It was just supposed to be an examination after all, not an actual life or death mission.

Then, in the middle of her checking how many packs of ammo she carried, the arguing began. First, Amelia who had challenged Mr. Number One's leadership, then Murdoc came to his aid and attempted to calm Amelia down. Then, it was someone who Evelyn hadn't been familiar with, but believed it was Finn. She remember his last name had started with an H, so perhaps it was Holiday? All she could really remember was that he was one of the lowest ranked on the team, so when she saw his name on the team listing she wrote him off as someone who would simply hinder them.

And from the way he was acting, letting his emotions absolutely consume him, it supported her previous assumption. She moved closer to them before speaking, "Hey, hey, you better calm down. I don't expect you to understand, but fighting between us isn't going to get anything done." She turned and made eye contact with Amelia, "Although, I do agree with Amelia. We have to think of something and something quick, because they'll figure out our location before long." [/div][/div] [div class=pos][div class="round1 round"][/div] . [div class="round2 round"][/div] . [div class="round3 round"][/div] [div class=stats]tags: springtime , xserendipitously , nymphadora. , allure | mentions: amelia, murdoc | interaction: finn, amelia
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[saturday shorts]

Seungeun Park

Interacting with: Sydney| Mentions: nymphadora. ShadyAce

Fuck.

That was the thought that stuck in Seungeun's head, a rock jutting out in a creek. It wasn't a paragon of literary achievements, sure, but it was the most accurate way of summing up his feelings about all of this, the visceral gut punch that left him winded and choking. He wanted to scream, wanted something to punch, wanted something to hurt, because it just wasn't fair that Amaya was dead and everything just kept moving on.

His leg shook.

He was sitting down, back leaned against a wall with one knee tucked up to his chest and his arms wrapped around it, the pads of his fingers rubbing against the coarse material of his pants. The chill of the metal against his back seemed to leak impossibly through his layers of clothing, past his bulletproof vest. The cold was liquid, and his mind jumped predictably to the image of blood spilling, pushing its way out of a gushing wound. He squeezed his eyes shut to escape from the too-fresh too-raw memories and stared instead at the empty void behind his eyelids. The darkness was comforting for a fleeting moment before the horrifying images of Amaya's death kept spilling in like ink to water. His brain flicked through them like a viewmaster, and his fingers drummed incessantly against his backpack, slumped against his legs.

He bit his lip, felt it indent under his teeth and looked sideways at Murdoc. They exchanged a weighted glance. He looked just as antsy as Seungeun did, all white knuckled tension and bony resolve. A beat, and he looked back down at the floor.

Dead body, blood pooling, empty eyes-

The tablet resting on his thighs vibrated and he startled, hands cradling it instinctively, lest he break it accidentally. He read through it quickly, the ping only further detailing their situation. It was cold and clinical, the opposite of any sort of consolation. Sadness over Amaya was a second priority to capturing Dr Blackwell and getting the rest of them out. He hadn't really expected anything else. His fingers itched to be doing something, anything to take his mind away from the image of a bleeding fucking corpse that was carved into his retinas. He ached for the reprieve found in chemicals and formulas, gunpowder and flames licking at his throat, the step by step procedure leading to a predictable outcome, preferably destructive. He'd even take ringing ears over this silence.

There was a shuffling, and sudden raised voices. He looked up to see Amelia standing, approaching Alex where had been standing on his own. Seungeun had been happy to ignore him, their golden boy team leader. Better that then end up throwing punches. The judgement that was always present in his eyes rubbed him the wrong way, his silent superiority, as if being number one really made him better than everyone else. As she began to rant, Murdoc moved from beside him, voice rising to join the sudden shift from complete oppressive silence to angry voices bouncing and echoing back and forth. Murdoc could always arrange his thoughts better than Seungeun, who's brain split itself in every direction at once, resulting in a one way road to no coherent thoughts found.

His leg kept shaking, and he willed it to stop, but the itch just spread up his spine, the nape of his neck and over his head, to stop being so static. That did it. He pushed off the ground in a movement that was far from fluid, almost losing his balance halfway up and his elbow clicking as he put his weight on it. Seungeun skirted a wide perimeter around the tense group in the center, looping around to crouch beside Sydney. He couldn't muster up the energy to speak for a second, and his hands shook where he'd stuffed them into his pockets.

"This is insane Sydney." That was a good start. "There are people out there that really want us dead, our fucking leader has already gotten someone killed and-" He pressed the back of his hand to his mouth, before continuing in a harsh whisper. "We're going to step out of this room and everything's going to be real, Amaya's going to be dead and all I can fucking do is what? Fulfil my dreams of being an arsonist?"

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[xserendipitously]

Amelia Claire Dumont​

Amelia's blood instantly began to boil at Murdoc's words. Hissing? Did he really think that's what she was doing as if she were some type of feline? Rage burned in her chest. Her fist begins to tighten, looking for a nice spot to cave his face in. She moves to chamber her fist but pauses, her logic taking over. No, she couldn't start fighting with everyone, it wasn't right.

"Look, Murdoc," Amelia growls, her eyes flashing with ferocity. "If you want to stay here and be bullet fodder than be my fucking guest. But I would much rather live to see my fist in that Blackwell guy's face and make sure he knows that we are not going to be messed with like this and that killing one of us is the worst mistake he's ever made. Amaya's death can't be in vain and I'll make sure that it isn't, with or without you chumps." Amelia continues, her typically level voice now rising to a hushed scream. She worried that her noise would draw attention but didn't really care. At this point, her anger was more than she could fully handle.

In the heat of the moment, she hadn't noticed a small tear working her way down her face. As soon as she feels it leaving a wet trail down her cheek, she immediately wipes it away and curses her brain for wiring every single one of her emotions to her tear ducts and prays no one saw it. Now is not the time for crying, now is the time for action. She turns back to Alex and a very angry Finn. She recoils slightly at Finn's jab to Alex's chest, the fear of a fight breaking out among the team possibly coming to be a reality. Thankfully, before she can step in, Evelyn pipes up. She listens to her teammate's words, happy to have someone else of genuine talent and actual common sense with them on the team. Clearly their leader wasn't going to do much.

Amelia walks away from the group, brushing a slender hand through her rose hair in an attempt to cool herself down. This isn't right, none of this is right. Amelia closes her eyes and takes a few deep breaths, slowing her heart thudding against her chest. Evelyn is right, nothing will get done if everyone is clawing at each other's throats. She pivots on her heels and returns to where Alex, Finn, and Evelyn are standing.

"She's right." Amelia agrees, placing a hand on Finn's shoulder in an attempt to calm him down. She isn't entirely sure if it would work, especially considering she isn't the best at comforting people. "If we start fighting, we're making it all the more easier for Dr Asshat upstairs to target and kill us. We've got a job to do and we can all tear each other apart later when we're not in immediate danger, okay? For now, we need a plan."

As much as she would rather just go off on her own and deal with this herself, maybe bringing Evelyn along, Amelia knows that what she said was right. Teamwork is going to be critical if they're to make it out alive from whatever hell they are going to face. She can't decide who she blames for Amaya's death: Blackwell or Alex. The very fact that she didn't lay Alex flat the moment that they got out of the danger zone is probably a good sign that it isn't all his fault, but surely he has a part to play. What kind of leader just lets his subordinates run off ahead? So much for tactics.

|interacting with: evelyn, alex, finn, murdoc|
|mentions: n/a|
|tags: nymphadora. springtime allure amethysty

codedbycrucialstar​

 

[girl blue]

Samuel Sano

❝𝙰𝚞𝚝 𝚒𝚗𝚟𝚎𝚗𝚒𝚊𝚖 𝚟𝚒𝚊𝚖 𝚊𝚞𝚝 𝚏𝚊𝚌𝚒𝚊𝚖.❞

As soon as what was left of Team 9 had stumbled into a nearby safe room, Sam found himself a corner to huddle himself in to. He just needed time to think. There was just so much to process and yet his brain felt like it was stuck in a time-loop, skipping over and over and over again the same scene of Amaya crumpling to the floor. Sam briefly squeezed his eyes shut, wanting the violent visual to just go, but was instead haunted by her dead eyes boring into his. For a short second, back in the hall in the midst of confusion and grief, he'd seen a flash of his sister within Amaya's eyes and that had terrified him enough to freeze. Amaya's blood had just begun pooling out beneath her, with him stuck in time, when a quick touch of his shoulder from Alex had him reeling back to reality and turning away to make his escape with the others from the torrent of bullets raining down on them.

No one has ever died from a mission, they had said. GAMES makes sure to take every necessary precaution to ensure that, they had said. Well, then none of this should have happened. Sam stared at his pale hands like he would a stranger, the rest of the background blurred beyond his focal point. He knew that he needed to get a grip on reality, knew logically that there would be a proper time and place to mourn and that wasn’t now. To survive meant to keep a level head, but his emotions, his lousy limbic system, didn’t seem to get the memo.

How do you get over losing someone you held close to your heart when you never got over the first time it happened?

The silence that engulfed the room was almost as violent as the bullets from earlier. His heart thrashed against his ribcage and he wondered if it was adrenaline or anxiety rearing its ugly head? Either way, he was beginning to feel sick from the feeling. His stomach churned unpleasantly. He rubbed at his thighs to distract his mind with tactile sensation, his hand catching on the nylon leg strap holding his knife snug to his left leg.

The sudden ping from his tablet startled him. Welcoming the distraction, and relieved that GAMES was at least aware of their situation and offering some assistance, Sam read over the message and committed the map attached to memory. While they now knew of known trap and camera locations, Sam knew undoubtedly that there were many more unmarked surveillance and security personnel. He could work with this though and adjust as they progressed through the building, keeping his eyes peeled for anything suspicious. Their lives depended on it.

His eyes connected with Alex, immediately picking up that the other wanted to get everyone going and was overcome with uncertainty on how to proceed. Alex, although leader, had a weakness when it came to naturally assuming a role of authority, but that's what Sam was there for. They had a system when they worked together and, like a well-oiled machine, it worked well. Sam would do his best to help Alex figure out how to lead them all to victory. That is if the others would even cooperate. Team 9 was comprised of far too many leaders and not enough followers. There were too many cooks to spoil the soup and at this point, their soup was turning rank.

Before the argument could escalate any further Sam moved to stand in between Alex and Finn. A bold move, but he knew the two of them. Even though they hated each other, both were his friends and Sam often found himself caught in the middle of their discourse. The circumstances they found themselves in were new, but this, their fight, was not. "I get it," He told Finn, his eyes reflecting the same strong emotions he was sure brewed within everyone else's, "but now’s not the time Finn. Alex was just as blind to this as all of us. We were all tricked. This isn’t some elaborate conspiracy theory. Amaya—” his pause was very brief but noticeable, “Amaya insisted on being in the front. If she hadn't been, which if you knew her like I did she wouldn't have allowed, in the end, it really could have been any of us.” That being said, he looked to the rest of his team.

"Like it or not, Alex is our leader. If we have too many people trying to lead, we’ll end up going nowhere.” He glanced to Finn, to Amelia, and to everyone else who was no doubt placing their heavy blame and distrust on Alex's shoulders. “If we’re going to avenge Amaya's death, capture Dr. Blackwell and make it out alive it’ll be together by working together." As for how they intended to achieve that, Sam knew they needed a plan. That, he agreed with Amelia and Evelyn. They couldn't wait any longer. Although he had it memorized, he pulled up the map on his tablet to give everyone a visual to go along with his following words. "Our target is on the 10th floor. We're currently in the middle of the 2nd. My suggestion is we make our way to the nearest stairwell. The elevator is slow and if they hear us coming, well, we're basically stuck in a box waiting for our slaughter. Although we could use it as a distraction." He then looked to their leader for approval.

mentions: everyone
interactions: alex, finn
tags: allure springtime

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[div class=content] [div class=scroll] Sydney's thoughts were tainted; by Amaya's face and the holes maliciously torn through her body. The images were alike oil as it ravaged through an ocean of a mind; Sydney knew she'd never escape it. Holding her eyes shut as tight as she could only brought the image of hollow eyes staring through her faster. Amaya had done nothing to deserve that fate, and GAMES had reassured them nothing like this could even happen. Sydney had been ignorant for trusting them and thus she gladly let Amaya charge selflessly forward. Amaya, the girl who she would not hesitate to call her sister would now never see the sun dawn on a new day. Their bond was as strong as blood, but instead her blood was now just a stain on the floor.

She gripped tightly onto her self, her knuckles and skin white from the strain and pressure - but without it, Sydney felt she was going to crumble. Or drown. Drowning felt more plausible - she was underwater, the sounds dampened, her vision hazy, struggling to breathe. Maybe this kitchen they were hiding in would be the end of everything for her.

A vibration and ping resonated through the room, cutting their mutual silent contemplation like a warm knife to butter, and pulling Sydney out from under, just enough to breathe. Sydney watched her own hands tremble, and she could hardly focus on the message of GAMES, nor did she want to. Sydney knew now was no time to mourn, even though every bone in her protested against her own resistance. Her brain ran in all directions at once - she needed it to stay together, focused. She had to just tread the water for long enough.

Amelia was the first to speak, a catalyst for a spiral down into chaos. Sydney shrunk into the corner of the already tight room, away from the mounting confrontation. She scanned the room, the people, their faces - she felt obliged to commit them to her memory, so if anyone else suffered Amaya's fate, she would not forget them. No one deserved to be forgotten. Some she already knew better, Alex with his blazing hair and stoic expressions; Seungeun whose mouth never seemed to be shut; Sam's aloofness obscuring his brilliant mind. Then there was Evelyn and Murdoc, fleeting friends of her childhood - faces and names she vaguely knew, although not well which she already had grown to regret in the few moments of looking at them. And some she'd never encountered, like Finn, who was wrought with rage and the pink-haired Amelia. But as she studied each face, Sydney couldn't ignore the solemness etched into their features, each person slightly different, though all the same. And it pulled her violently back, back to that limp body collapsed on the floor. Tears stung her eyes as the graphic image of flesh and blood invaded her mind.

Sydney clutched Seungeun's hands in her own, "We're going to step out of this room and Amaya-" she choked on her words - the name made her chest tight, "We're going to avenge her. There's nothing else we can do, everything is already real - no matter if we're hiding away in a room or stepping out with a facade of confidence." Her eyes were apologetic, and she purposefully avoided his last question. No matter what she wanted to believe, Sydney had to speak the truth; their situation was shit. None of this was meant to happen, and their control was minimal. Was she trying to convince herself they could do something, or him? Standing, Sydney pulled Seungeun up with her, squeezing his hand one more time reassuringly.

Sydney ambled towards the cluster as Sam spoke. "They won't just hear us coming - they'll see us if we use the elevators. But I could operate them remotely." she nodded her head in Sam's direction, letting him know she was supporting his idea of the distractions, and to let him know her words were only meant for him, anyways. Sydney didn't want to get involved in the argument, even if Alex was outnumbered. The tension was palpable, and she truly thought it wouldn't be possible for them to succeed with their dysfunctional dynamic.

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The moment the silence was broken, tempers flared and voices rose quickly. They piled onto him like stones, and Alex found himself unable to say anything in his own defense as he was faced by the grief and anger of teammates who had just lost a friend. He stumbled back at Finn's jab to his chest, but he was not surprised by the other's aggression. GAMES had promised, year after year, that there was absolutely no way anyone would perish during a mission. Technically it was Myles' promise, and considering Alex was Myles' "son," was it really that big of a reach to suspect that Alex had been in on some plan?

But no, now was not the time to digress into a cycle of self-doubt. Of course it was ridiculous to even insinuate that he would be a part of some plan that put anyone else in such great danger. He needed to take charge and play the part of 'leader,' no matter how unnatural it felt to do so. His instructors often forced him into positions of authority (it was apparently unacceptable for #1 to be a follower instead of a commander), and this mission was no exception. Fortunately, thanks to their efforts, he was now familiar with how to handle a group that was composed of... too many strong personalities.

Alex zeroed in on Sam's plan with an inward sigh of relief. He would be truly fucked if the instructors hadn't had the insight to put him and Sam on the same team. Sam's quiet friendliness and intelligence always helped put Alex at ease, and with the other's brilliance at his back, he gained the confidence necessary to assert himself. Alex schooled his expression into a neutral one—though it probably still looked stony to everyone else, but he couldn't help the severity of his resting bitch face—and took a deep breath. The one advantage to not having a relationship with Amaya was that he was easily the most emotionally stable member of the group right now, and he was going to take advantage of that.

"I know we're all feeling overwhelmed, but as a couple of us have pointed out, it won't do us any good to fight. The only way to avenge Amaya is to complete this mission. After we catch Blackwell, he'll be forced to face the consequences of his crimes. And knowing the federal agency my dad used to work for, the things they do to him will be much worse than anything we could do." At this, a bitter smile appeared on his face. It was information that Myles tried to hide from him, but their house simply hadn't been childproofed against the possibility of a young boy stumbling across cabinets of classified information. The things he'd read had kept him up at night for months. It brought him a little comfort, at least, to know that the man responsible for all of this would be facing the same treatment. The authorities would squeeze every detail of Blackwell's schemes, resources, and motivations out of him while he was still breathing. But that was only if the team succeeded.

He looked at Sydney and shook his head. "As quick as you are, it would still take too long for you to hack into the building's electrical mainframe right now. Like Evelyn said, we've already been here too long, and they could be close to locating us." He glanced down at his tablet, which still had the map pulled up. "The elevator and the stairwell aren't too far away from each other. If we're fast, we can start the elevator, press the button for the third floor, and then take the stairs. The elevator would distract the guards on the third floor and give us time to make it all the way up to the fourth. And then once we find another safe space, Sydney can try to work her magic from there." From looking at the map, the way the stairs were set up wasn't typical of any multistoried building. They were split by floor, so only one flight would lead from the second floor to the third, and a different flight led from the third to the fourth, and so on. It could be both a liability and an advantage: the team had no choice but to be exposed for at least a short distance on every floor, but they would also be able to easily tell if the guards on the floor above were lying in wait to ambush them in the stairwell.

"If we turn right from here, we would only have to deal with one camera, the one above the elevator doors." He hesitates before plowing on with the rest of his idea. "And as much as I hate the thought of splitting up, we would move faster that way. Have a pair run to the elevator and everyone else go ahead and take the stairs. In case the distraction doesn't work as well as we want and there are still threats we need to eliminate waiting for us up there." The stairs were much closer to the room they were currently in than the elevator was. The chances of running into guards would be exponentially greater for whoever took the elevator route, so they would need to be good fighters. "I'm willing to do the elevator part, but it would be nice to have backup." He glanced over all of them, wondering if anyone would even be willing to work with him for this one thing. Sam and Sydney, yes, but they were both assets that the team couldn't risk, in his opinion. Finn was probably out of the question. If he had to pick, Amelia or Evelyn would be his best bet.

MENTIONS Finn, Evelyn, Amelia
INTERACTS W/ Sam, Sydney
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Amelia Claire Dumont​

As the other members become involved in the conversation and begin crowding where she had been standing with Evelyn, Alex, and Finn, Amelia slips quietly through the crowd and to an empty table just behind the group. Hopping up to sit on the tabletop, she listens in on the conversations taking place between the members. Being in the middle of her teammates made it nearly impossible for her to think; it only made her feel suffocated and trapped. Amelia and crowds never get along.

Much to her surprise, Alex actually begins speaking. It was after everyone else, of course, but the fact that he finally got his voice back was somewhat reassuring. At least he didn't totally malfunction and shut down.

As Sydney and Alex hash out a plan, Amelia pulls up the map of the building on her tablet. The elevator plan could work, if a small team of maybe two or three people went. She traces the routes with her finger, keeping a visual locked in the back of her mind.

"This plan is definitely an option," she agrees quietly to herself, unsure if anyone heard her over the noise of other voices.

As Alex mentions that he could use backup, Amelia hops off of the table and returns to the group, putting her tablet away. She looks around the group, taking in the faces of everyone. Who would be the best candidate? Finn seems much too angry to go with Alex right now and he isn't the best at sneaking anyhow. Sam, Sydney, and Seungeun are smart but not exactly the best fighters of the group. That leaves herself, Evelyn, and Murdoc.

"I'll go," Amelia volunteers, her voice calmer and more level than before. Now with a plan in action, her mind begins to focus in on her job. "Sam, Sydney, and Seungeun are the weakest fighters and are invaluable to the group. Evelyn and I are probably the best choices. Evelyn is better with a group and is better at protecting than I am, so she should go with the group." Amelia explains.

Amelia does another check over her weapons and heads to the door before looking back at Alex. "I'll go clear the way to the stairway the best I can for the group. Meet me at the hallway with the elevator. Good luck everyone, try not to get yourselves killed." She says softly before quietly pushing open the door and moving stealthily into the hallway.

As soon as she is outside, she closes the door smoothly and grabs her rifle, attaching the suppressor on the front. The last thing she needs is to alert the whole damn building of where she is when she's got no backup. Heading right, as Alex explained, she keeps a keen eye out for guards and cameras. Surprisingly, this floor is rather empty. Maybe it isn't overly important?

A sound of squeaking boots against the smooth floor underfoot makes Amelia suddenly perk up. She listens quietly and flattens herself against the wall, moving her finger to the trigger. The person is heading towards her position. Her eyes dart around, looking for any kind of cover. Staying in the middle of the hall leaves her entirely exposed to damage. A small nook with a closed door catches her eye and she sprints towards it, sliding into the shelter behind the wall. There she waits until the guard (luckily only one) passes her, completely unaware of her existence. Amelia aims down the sights of her rifle and to the guard's exposed neck and head. She slows her breathing slightly and squeezes the trigger, quiet pops ringing out as the bullets fire from the gun, dropping the guard to the floor. She waits another moment, listening for possible backup, and grins softly when she hears the sweet lullaby of silence.

Amelia moves out of cover and heads over to the guard, looking over the body for anything that may prove useful. She grabs the identification card hanging off the guard's chest, thinking maybe it could be useful later on though this guard seems rather low in the ranks.

Minutes later, Amelia reaches the stairwell. Just outside the doors, two guards stand talking to one another in quiet voices. As closely as she listens in, Amelia has a hard time deciphering their words. With a shrug, she leans around the corner and shoots one of them down. The other guard pulls out a pistol and fires a clip of bullets round into the wall behind Amelia, spraying the clean floor with chunks of plaster and drywall. "What a waste of perfectly good bullets." Amelia sighs, moving from her cover and shooting down the final guard. She looks at the wall and shakes her head.

"That's coming out of your paycheck." Amelia laughs softly, walking over to the guards and checking over their bodies but finding nothing of value. "Not that it matters much, seeing your current condition."

She drags the bodies into the stairwell and out of the way for the group before heading back out and towards the elevator. Once she reached the corner just before the elevator, Amelia stops and waits. This is where she would meet Alex, if he ever showed up.

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MURDOC.​

NO. #33 SPY

❝ darling, how could you be so blind? ❞

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The last thing Murdoc expected was World War three.

Everything happened so quickly, almost too quickly, for his brain to fully process it. First came the hurling force of Finn and his unfiltered rage, then came the sweet voices of Evelynn and Sydney — both old yet familiar faces from his childhood — and a few others offering ideas. With a sudden, low threatening growl from Amelia, Murdoc nonchalantly threw his hands up as a sign of surrender. “Whatever you say, pinkie pie.”

After the destruction of the whole team, Murdoc decided it was best to stay quiet, listen to the others and see if he could get a better grasp on the whole situation; God knows that reading wasn’t his strong suit. His right hand stayed shoved in his pocket, fiddling with a paperclip to calm his nerves. The male slithered his way towards the bunch as he watched Sam pull up a visual map. Sydney’s voice broke through and the ideas that floated between the team lit up a small fire of hope in Murdoc, maybe there was a slim chance for the team to get along.

Out of the corner of his eye, Murdoc noticed Amelia sitting away from the rest of the group with her own tablet. He rose a curious eyebrow at the loner, almost blatantly staring at her and her strange choice of seating. Maybe it was because the two had clashing personalities, or it was something else entirely, but every time Murdoc watched Amelia all he could think was: what the fuck?

The male returned his focus back to the group before Amelia spoke up once more, volunteering herself without missing a beat. The words that fell out of the assassin’s mouth surprised him, did she have a complicated complex? He couldn’t believe how blunt the female was towards everyone, had she never heard of “think before you speak”? Murdoc quietly rolled his eyes and bit on his tongue. Go on, tell us how you really feel Amelia.

After the recent death of Amaya, it felt like one simple move could topple the whole dynamic of the team. So when Amelia suddenly left the room on her own with nothing but her weapons and a casual “good luck”, Murdoc couldn’t help but feel utterly confused. Weren’t they still in the middle of planning everything? The male shot a confused glance towards Sydney and Seungeun. “I guess Amelia is going solo.” His voice grumbled to himself before speaking clearer, “Are we just going to let her go like that?” He asked with a puzzled look.

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Seungeun Park

Interacting with: Sydney, Murdoc| Mentions: ShadyAce nymphadora.

Seungeun held onto Sydney’s hand like it was a lifeline, and nodded along to everything she said automatically. The whirlwind of panic that he’d quickly been stumbling into was pushed back, the squeeze of her hand and her confident, sure sentences driving back the ever present doubts, at least for the moment. They approached the now somewhat calmer group in the middle, much due in part to Sam, at least in Seungeun’s opinion. When Sam and Sydney started talking and hashing out the bare bones of a plan, Seungeun felt almost as if he could close his eyes and just be hanging out in one of their dorms, lounging about in chairs with far too sugary snacks and coming up with extravagant solutions to wacky ideas, interspersed with Sam’s exasperated sighs. He tended to do that a lot around Seungeun.

Considering the map, Seungeun pulled one up on his own tablet. Now that there was a sort of plan, his mind began going through the checklist of what needed to be done. At least, in his personal area of expertise. Fiddling with a few buttons gave him the framework of the building, and he worried his bottom lip between his teeth as he began to highlight where the high tension points in the building were. Aka, where he should not put a bomb anywhere near unless they wanted to be inside an unstable warehouse.

Usually in a team, Seungeun played the role of making distractions and ‘discovering shortcuts’ aka blowing holes through the walls of otherwise inaccessible corridors. He was always told to not use his more hard hitting bombs, or any of the more dangerous chemical compounds that he worked with his professors to develop. Training exercises were meant to mimic reality and test their skills, of course, but there were still limits on what was allowed, and they tended to blanket most of what Seungeun did.

He didn’t really feel any remorse on using any explosives on the guards currently occupying the warehouse though. The image of Amaya’s body was fresh in his head, and no matter if it was a turret or not, all of them were responsible for her death.

When Amelia left, he didn’t notice for a moment, before raising his head to see her disappear out the door. He swung his head around then to look at Murdoc, raising a questioning eyebrow. Luckily, he looked equally as confused and Seungeun shrugged in response to his question. He hadn’t been planning on being a part of that duo, but that didn’t cover the rest of the team and what they’d wanted.

“We’ll have to run with this skeleton of a plan I guess. Nothing like winging it in a life or death scenario, really keeps you on your toes.”

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[div class=container][div class=image] [div class=title]Evelyn Madora [div class=line][/div] [div class=lil]the assassin no. 14[/div][/div] [div class=b][div class=lilimage][/div][/div][/div] [div class=info] [div class=post][div class=scroll] Over the next few minutes, a lot happened. The bare bones of a plan were hatched, and Evelyn could see what GAMES were thinking putting this specific group together. In such a short period of time, Alex and Sam had already come up with a plan, and she could see how some of the others on her team complimented each other in terms of skills. Previously, when she learned of the other members, she had almost looked down on Sam. She knew, of course, that he had the highest IQ of the senior class, yet she couldn't help her slight prejudice against him due to his rank. That was a fault she had like many others, she judged based off rank. She tended to classify people automatically by their number. That's why she trusted in Alex, and kind of looked down on Sam. But now, seeing how Sam had calmed everyone down, then proceeded to begin working on a plan, she wondered if her assessment had been wrong.

The plan was quite easy to understand, and she knew when she heard that there would be a second team, that she was an option. She took out her tablet to analyze the map and figure out the best path to reach the elevator, but before she really got a chance to, Amelia offered herself up. That certainly wasn't a surprise to Evelyn. While Evelyn wasn't aware of everyone's specialities and weakness, she knew that Amelia was not a team player. That was the reason that her rank was settled at 17. For years, Evelyn and her had been neck and neck in ranking. With some years, Evelyn was the one on top and in others, it was Amelia. Amelia's callous way of writing off Sam, Sydney, and Seungeun as "invaluable" didn't surprise her either. She knew Amelia judged off numbers too, and at GAMES, intelligence and other skills weren't praised as much as physical abilities. Although, there was a reason for that. If one couldn't hold their own in the team, and constantly had to be protected, they would bring everyone down no matter how smart they were.

What did shock Evelyn was how swiftly Amelia had left the room. She understood from Alex's words that the team going for the elevator would leave as a pair, not solo. Plus, her understanding was that they would all leave at once. Now, Amelia was on her own and waiting which made her a sitting duck. While it was known there was only the single camera above the elevator doors, there was still the possibility that another unknown camera could spot Amelia, and if that was the case, their mission had just gotten harder. That would mean their position was compromised, and the chances of back up guards heading towards them rose far too high for Evelyn's liking.

"Shit," Evelyn muttered under her breath. The gears in her mind were turning. They still had to decide on the order of how the main group would go. Naturally, Evelyn assumed the ones in the front and in the back would need to be the strongest and most adept with handling a gun. Those who were less handy would probably fare better in the middle. She observed those around her, mentally picking her top choices for the front and the back. Her personal preference would be the front left, so that if an attacker came up close and she had to switch to hand to hand combat for whatever reason, she could give them a nice kick to the face. Then, she heard Murdoc and Seungeun commenting on Amelia's rushed exit, and couldn't help the animosity rising in her chest toward's Amelia for possibly risking things.

"Well, nothing we can do about her now," She said, "I suppose the only thing we can do now is figure out who goes where in the formation, and try and meet up with her as quickly as possible. The longer she spends out there alone, the more likely she is to be spotted by an unknown camera or for another group of guards to make their way towards her or us." Evelyn shook her head, the beginnings of a head ache forming. She was stressing out, and it was in her nature to want to protect. They had already lost one team member, and she was incredibly worried that they would lose another one far too soon. The situation was far from ideal, and the only thing they could do now was try to reduce the risk as much as they could.

She turned towards Alex, "I would assume that those in the front and back would need to be skilled with a gun or hand to hand combat. I have no issues with taking the front, and I'd prefer if I had someone to cover my right side, but it's not a necessity." She silently prayed that they would organize themselves in time, and prayed that Amelia would be okay. Although Evelyn trusted in her skills, this was the real deal and it had been made clear that nothing was guaranteed anymore. [/div][/div] [div class=pos][div class="round1 round"][/div] . [div class="round2 round"][/div] . [div class="round3 round"][/div] [div class=stats] mentions: everyone| interaction: alex, murdoc, seungeun
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FINN X HALLIDAY

What happened after he reached Alex was a blur. Finn was aware there were people telling him to "calm down," and someone's hand was on his shoulder, but he was too far gone to take any of it in. The only words that had somehow come through were: "I don't expect you to understand, but..." Well wasn't that what everyone thought about him? That he was fucking stupid. While it might've been a sensitive topic when he was younger, he just didn't care anymore.

So what if he was? What was he supposed to do about it? What was anyone gonna do about it?

The sudden appearance of Sam was what caught him off guard. Finn's fist, mid-raised, stopped in mid-air. "Move," he hissed. Most people would have complied looking at the rage in his eyes, but Sam wasn't "most people". Eyes full of resolve stared back at him, and, though it took a moment, Finn slowly lowered his fists.

If there was anything he learnt about Sam over the time he'd known him, it was that he was always right. Even when it didn't seem like it, and even when Finn literally did not know what the fuck he was on about, he was still right. He'd learned to accept that, and in the process, he'd also learnt to trust him. Even now, when he didn't agree with everything he said—how did he know Alex wasn't responsible?—if all it came down to was him saying to trust him, he felt compelled to do so. Of course, that didn't stop the bodyguard from muttering an incomprehensible slew of swears.

Sam continued to speak, outlining a plan for their situation. With his tablet on the counter, Finn looked to the one shown for reference. His eyes scanned the map as he listened, and he made a mental note of the route and nearby traps. Thankfully, things seemed to be straightforward. Next came Alex's voice which was annoying as always. A "tch" escaped Finn's lips. There he was again, riding off on Sam's plan like it was his own. Like hell he would have been able to come up with it by himself.

With the conclusion of the plan, Finn found himself caught off guard for the second time within a few short minutes. Amelia, who he was sure was next to him a minute ago, suddenly emerged from the other side of the room and was off. He passively watched her leave and the door close behind her. A beat of silence followed. That hadn't been enough to kick his ass into gear, but the chatter afterwards was. He supposed that meant the plan was in action now.

He wasn't great at planning but if there was one thing he knew, it was battle. When a team moved out, they moved out together, which meant time was ticking for the rest of them. As the others talked, he went back to the corner of the kitchen he was at before. There on the counter was still his tablet, and off to the side was his gun—a machine gun he called his "girlfriend". He slipped the tablet away while he grabbed the weapon smoothly, it fitting snugly into his palm. He knew the gun like the back of his hand—the ridges, the sleekness of the barrel—and a simple touch of it was enough to put him at ease.

With new focus, he did a check of his gear. Already slung around his shoulder was a second gun (aka girlfriend #2), rows of ammo lined his chest, and a pair of brass knuckledusters hung from his belt; all was as it should be. He took a breath. There was no denying Amaya’s death was still fresh in his mind, but he couldn't hesitate now. They needed to move. He needed to move.

Once the moment was over, he reloaded his gun with a click and turned to the group. "I will, let's just fuckin' go," he said irritably. His shoulder crashed into Alex as he proceeded to the door. Was it intentional? Absolutely. When he left the room, he went over the plan in his head again, or more specifically, what he needed to do; just get to the staircase and see what happens, right? Seemed simple enough.

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mentions: evelyn, sam, alex
interaction: everyone
tags: amethysty , girl blue , allure

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[div class=content] [div class=scroll] Sydney was relieved that Seungeun's facial expressions seemed to soften; the anxiety slipping away as they had gripped one another's hand. It helped her gain composure, too. Sydney couldn't imagine if she had to complete a mission—well, a mission where people faced a real threat of death—without the handful of friends she had here. And thankfully majority of the tension in the room seemed to diffuse as the group came together to formulate some sort of scheme to work their way up the levels.

She nodded apprehensively, Alex made enough sense. They didn't have any time. It only annoyed Sydney that she hadn't thought of that earlier, and begun accessing the mainframe in their moment of shared silent contemplation. As Alex began to refer to the map, Sydney pulled out her own tablet in turn, her eyes following along as he spoke. Though she tended to focus on the cameras and supposed traps, noting their odd and sparse placement. In a building of this importance, the amount felt eerily low. Sydney knew that when people were involved in illicit activities, they had excessive surveillance and protection. But she had no way of finding out where those other cameras may be, yet. The plan was rough; hardly a plan in Sydney's opinion, though it was enough to get them closer to Blackwell.

Unfortunately, in all forms of this plan, Sydney would be a hindrance. She wasn't the worst fighter in this team, but it wasn't any secret that her true skills lay in technology. Absentmindedly, she adjusted a knife strapped to her thigh; which she would avoid using anyway, having a preference for hand-to-hand despite her lack of strength. She ached to have the smooth feeling of smooth keys clacking under her swift fingertips, but all she had was the cool edge of a blade. It reminded her of the many hours she'd spent practising with a variety of people at GAMES. It seemed so long ago that Sydney's priorities had been what mark she'd gotten. Why on Earth was she viewing those times through a nostalgic lens? Sydney couldn't shake off the feeling that her hours were numbered.

Amelia's voice then pierced through the discussion. It was honorable of her to volunteer, and Sydney—well, she didn't get a chance to finish the thought. Amelia slipped out the door as quickly as conflict had broke out within the group. When Murdoc's glance landed on her, Sydney could only muster a slight shrug, her eyebrows knitted together in confusion. Sydney pressed her fingers against her temple, slowly shaking her head with her eyes closed momentarily. It was foolish to go out alone, no matter the skills of an individual. Did people just forget that Amaya was now just a corpse? Amelia could be dead with minutes considering how little they now understood about their situation, let alone how she endangered the rest of the team by possibly exposing their location.

The world was travelling too fast for Sydney to process it, which considering she was supposed to be one of the more academically inclined members of the group was rather telling. Of the situation as a whole, or on Sydney's mental state? Unclear. Sydney just stared, almost blankly, as Finn strode out, the anger emanating from him. A second member had just left, diminishing the plan's chances of success further. "I suppose organisation is out of the question now." She shuffled on her feet, a half smile on her face that didn't meet her eyes. She focused on Alex. Even if no one else would follow his leadership, she would. Perhaps because she trusted him, but also likely because her emotional stability at this point didn't exist.

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