Who: Rylee and Sam What: OMG you're in the Night Guard?! (in stereo) Where: NG HQ When: Saturday afternoon Rating: PG-13
Rylee was here to beat something up. Unfortunately, the simulations were designed to keep practicing heroes from getting injured too badly. Not only that, but her access to the simulations was limited to a specific difficulty restricted by the fact that she was a rookie and still in a probationary period. In summary, it wasn't violent enough. And the electronic voice told her so. Well, it told her that she was using excessive force for the particular scenario, and the appropriate response to that was, of course, to nail the control panel. Which should have been better reinforced in her opinion. And she intended on telling that to this Nexus guy, as if he'd designed the whole damn thing. Maybe he had.
So, anyway, after standing in front of the sparking control panel for a moment, someone had rushed in, given her the evil eye and told her to go find Nexus. She remembered him as the comm guy from the rescue operation. Ok. She made her way to the comm room, or IT room, or whatever was the fucking room's name, and burst in. "So, you know, the control panel in training room 3 is down. Shouldn't those things be better reinforced?"
Leaning against the door jamb, she waited for the guy to turn around to respond, or gape at the sudden intrusion. She held her mask in her hand, since, really, it was obnoxious even if she still thought it was visually awesome.