Once again, Pancho was running low. It had become an unofficial agreement between her and Peter that she would be the one venturing out when this happened, and after the Tonies shindig, they needed to restock again. So she found a new backpack after losing the last one on her last adventure and headed to the doors. She was surprised to find them open, actually, quickening her steps until she saw why. On the other side, she recognized the man being held down and without thinking twice, she dropped the bag outside the door and stepped through, ready for a fight.
He screamed at her to run, but she was already blasting one of the aliens through before blocking another who tried to club her with some sort of weapon. It was a piece of cake for someone like Carol- right up until one of them snuck up behind her and clamped something on her neck. She elbowed him, which sent the alien back a little bit before they shocked her to her knees. She felt that. How did she feel that?
Before she could register anything else, something hit her hard- a shock through whatever the collar was and she blacked out.
When Carol awoke again, she was staring up at a steel ceiling, her back cold and her head throbbing. She recognized something heavy around her neck. And her hands. Large metal cuffs. She winced and sat up slowly, feeling for what it was around her neck- some sort of collar. The coffes seemed to buzz around her and she tried to break them apart but they wouldn't budge. Shit. Taking a breath, she closed her eyes to concentrate and drain the collar's power with her own....nothing. "Fuck."
Carol didn't even realize that her lip was bleeding or the nice black eye she would have later as a result of this little adventure.