Re: Team 1: Pete, Kurt & Gibs
Wisdom followed Wild child as he sped off with uncommon grace. The moment he saw the blond feral freeze, he pushed himself flat against the nearest wall and signaled to Kurt to do the same. The bit about Gibs licking the blood off his fist was a mite disturbing, to be perfectly honest, but Wisdom's eminently pragmatic mind reasoned that it had gotten the job done, so why sweat the details? After all, he was a feral mutant codenamed Wild Child. There were several reasons why he wasn't called Stickler For Proper bloody Etiquette Child and; who was Pete to judge, really?
"Good job, Blindfold. Taking the back stairs, meet you three levels up." If he remembered the building layout correctly, and he did, that was exactly where Gibs was leading them. Sure enough, he was soon bounding up stairs, two at a time, trying to keep up with Kyle's pace. Okay, trying not to lag behind too badly to be exact. He really truly ought to quit smoking. By the time he caught up, Wild Child had done with the guard there too. Here was a lad that liked his job a bit too much, Wis thought but didn't say. It wouldn't have sounded nearly as funny out loud as he hacked and gasped for breath.
The keypad was similar to what Ruth had described before, and sure enough, the code was the same she had muttered out loud. This time, Pete took the lead, producing a tranquilizer gun he had smuggled in before the op went down from inside his jacket pocket. The two guards inside the door went down without a hitch. He gave Kurt and Gibs the signal to move in and sped down the hallway, checking doors and finding most rooms unlocked and empty. This was a bad sign. Somebody had known or suspected they were coming perhaps? He doubted that such a complex setup would be put into place for just one "patient" or two.
He finally reached a door that was locked, one that needed a card key to get in. "Bollocks!" he muttered under his breath. He supposed he would have to use his key, he thought, as he put shook his left hand out and a series of curved heat knives emerged from his fingertips, forming a vicious looking thermal claw. He slashed the lock open. That's when the alarms went off. "Bloody hell! Alarms were supposed to be off!" he yelled at no one in particular, kicking the door in to find a man inside wearing some pretty heavy duty bandages over his eyes.
"Right lad, the cavalry's here. Come with me if you want to get out of this place," he called out over the din of the alarms. He could hear shouts and footsteps coming their way. "I'm taking these bandages off so you can see where you're going. You can see, right, mate? And are you a telepath?!" he asked urgently, moving to take off the man's bandages, if he allowed it.