Re: Diner Escape: Gwen, Flash (+Jason & The League NPCs)
Gwen was listening to the lowered volume of her earpiece. She knew Flash was injured, because she recognized Reaper's scream for what it was. She wasn't sure how injured he was, and she wasn't sure how injured Reaper was, and she was totally jumping to conclusions and determining the best path back to the encounter. She'd just about decided when she heard Flash say he was okay, and she knew the fluctuations of his voice well enough to know he was super not okay. But he was still alive, which meant there was opportunity to ensure he received treatment. She just needed to wait for the guard below her to pace away...
She sensed Jason before she saw him. And then it was a matter of waiting. They were just below her, and she balanced on her branch with perfect equilibrium. Her arm was raised, so she didn't drip blood from her shoulder onto either man below.
She waited. She waited. She waited. And when the motion below became more frantic, Gwen jumped down and landed in a perfectly silent crouch. She stayed still, unmoving, save for the hand she moved slowly into her messenger bag. Her fingers closed around one of the sedative syringes she'd prefilled, the medicine stolen from the days when she'd had more lab access. One... Two... "Hey!"
As the man began to turn, she brought the syringe down against his shoulder and pushed the plunger down quickly. The man immediately swayed in response to the fast-acting sedative. She hoped that was all the encouragement Jason needed in order to reclaim complete possession of the knife, though the man water teetering in a way that said it might not even be necessary to disarm him. The needle was still in his shoulder and shoved deeply there through fabric. (Maybe she was stronger than she realized, which was totally proven by how easily she lifted the man's weapon, as if it was a feather she had closed her fingers around.)
"Flash?" She spoke into the earpiece. "Jason can take you to get help, and I can go on. Please clarify your current medical state. Please?" That last bit sounded totally like pleading, but that was okay. "Also, how's the suit?" She was only beginning to gain expertise in the suit and it's anti-bonding principles, but it was important. And she knew they didn't have much time, because she was sure these guards were supposed to check in at a regular interval. Maybe they'd notified the League before they'd begun pursuit. Additionally, it was likely someone at the diner had called 911.