Re: Rictor & Shatterstar
Ric finished dumping the cabinets and set to work soaking the papers in lighter fluid and setting up the explosive device, adjusting the pack on his back now and again. Star had calmed down, they were almost done and with the assurance that Network was going to scramble the location of the alert, Rictor was confident that they were going to get out of this alive.
"Yeah, they've got our asses covered," Ric assured with a nod. He was kneeling on the ground beside the explosive he was setting up, and flashed a careful grin up at Shatterstar. "We should have all the time we need to get out of here." Should was, of course, the key word. If Ric knew more about Networks' powers, he might not have felt the still-lingering concern, but he was just not willing to be overly optimistic at that exact moment. Pushing himself up to his feet and dusting off his hands, he nodded towards the door before heading for it himself. Time to get the hell out of dodge.
He frowned as the teams reported in... took off? Just took off? Ric had to bite back a disgusted swear as he glanced up at Shatterstar to try and read his emotions. That was not going to be a pleasant conversation later. Ric all but exploded through an exit door, the cool night sending a chill over his person. "Looks like we did it!" He grinned very quietly, as if afraid all would go straight to hell if he spoke it any more loudly.