Gibs & Storm, opening to Elixir
Kyle was huffing quietly after a long workout, lips pulled into a grin. The solo session had been fun, even if it had resulted in his shirt being shredded and a good bit of dried blood clinging to his fur. He felt good, body loosened and ready to go, his feral side more than satisfied from the long period of pushing his muscles and his survival skills to the limits. He dragged a towel over his face as he headed toward the exit of the HQ building, skateboard tucked under his arm, until something caused him to stop.
Blue eyes narrowed the smallest bit as instinct prickled at his spine. Something was not right, and while Gibney had no idea what or why, he knew he had to investigate. Curiosity killed the cat, or something similar. Nostrils flaring as he sniffed the air, he worked his way quietly through the building, all his senses on high alert, until at last he saw a figure on the ground. His heart raced, adrenaline quickly coursing his body as he dropped his skateboard with a clatter, bounding beside the form of the unconscious female. Breathing, heart beating, she was alive, but this was clearly not right.
A growl tore itself from his chest as Gibney turned to sprint down the hall, following the scent clinging to her form. He had the shockingly good sense to dig into his pocket for his battered old cellphone, flipping it open and holding down the hotkey which would auto-dial Storm's number. It was rare that Wild Child remembered to bring his cellphone with him, acutally having the presence of mind to use it was nothing short of a miracle. Sadly, he did not have the clearness of mind to wait for it to finish dialing, ring or for Storm to pick up, he simply held it before his face and shouted into it.
"STORM! There's someun 'urt in th' buildin'! I gotta scent an' I'm 'goin' after 'im! 'S familiar, I know 'em." Knowing the scent and remembering a face or name were, of course, two totally different stories. "There's only one but they're 'eadin' toward th' restricted parts of th' buildin', ya should send more! Storm? Ya 'ear me? STORM?" He had no idea at what point of his rant she would pick up, but he wanted some kind of confirmation that she had heard him before he threw the thing away and focused only on tracking and killing.