"We're going to go through the night of the attack step by...You're giving me that look, JP, like I'm the wrong bag of chips from a vending machine." He couldn't help his ow smirk at the other man, followed by a slight shake of his head. If that wasn't the perfect set up for a comment with double meaning, he didn't know what was. Whether or not Jean-Paul would play off of that remained to be seen. He was hard to read at times, sometimes not caring about who was around and other times remaining insanely private. "Like I was saying, step by step." He turned his gaze to Tabby with a touch of concern. "Out of all of us, you were the only one here that night. So if any of this gets to be too much for you, say the word and we'll be done." As much as Warren could be the serious business-man or the flirtatious playboy, there was a wildly protective streak in him when it came to the mansion resident that were even slightly younger than him. Tabby certainly was not the exception since he'd known her for quite some time now.
"Invulnerability..." Warren mumbled thoughtfully. His face lit with a grin and he clapped Dante on the shoulder. "You'll be perfect for the second test, then." And that was pretty much all the information any of them were going to get right now.
Warren looked at Anson and gave him a nod. "Try and shut it down." The teenager walked over to the security box on the wall by the front door and placed his hand over it, gentle, as though not to break something delicate. His head went down and his eyes closed. After seconds the lights flickered but never went out. Two seconds later and Anson was looking up, a grin breaking his serious demeanor. "That's funny." He turned to the others and said, "I told it several different ways to shut down or go into hibernation. I kept getting no reply until the last time. The computer actually sad. 'Who is General Failure and why are you hacking into my system?' Then I was stonewalled." He slapped Warren a high five. "Good stuff, man."
"Thank you." With a not so humble smile on his face, Warren turned to the others. "Now if you would be so kind as to follow me outside." He picked up the odd gun-shaped device Conduit had deposited by the wall and led the small group out into the sunny spring morning. "All of you, outside the gate. Once it closes behind you..." He looked at Dante. "I want you to try and get in first, then someone else try and push the gate open after Dante does. Hopefully I got the settings right."