Leah stared at the screens in disbelief. What the fuck was happening to her supers? Ignoring any of the ones assigned to other handlers--they could watch their own--Leah focused on her tanks and healer. They weren't recovering fast enough, and the sentiment was echoed verbally through the communicators. She tried to look for some clue through their body cameras, but there was too much going on to properly tell what might be adversely affecting the agents.
Was this a trap?
"You've been in worse firefights," she answered Onslaught, her voice calm in spite of the adrenaline and fear pumping through her system. From what she could see on the screen, it looked as if they were about to block the exits. Fine, she thought, they can still turn it around. But she also wished that it had been the Juliets in there taking this pounding. "You're going to have to fight your way out. Keep your head on your shoulders and put Phantom down. You know she has to be dead to be able to work." At that point, she glared over at Phantom's handler. Why had she been physically inside the building to distract, anyway? Even knowing what was required to activate the girl's powers, it could be distracting to watch a teammate fall.
"Gemini, the tanks need backup healing. Onslaught, Backlash, look for whatever's slowing you down. It could be a super they have that we didn't know about"--curse that damned woman's intel--"or a device of some sort, maybe a gas. It looks like they're trying to block you in. Break out."