Kyle snarled loudly as the knives ripped out of his skin. He was still under a powerful form of brain washing, he was fighting it now and again, but it was hard to focus on anything other than his orders. The pain was easy to ignore at first, but when the blades ripped long slashes through his costume and his skin, it pulled a low yowl from his throat. He glared up at her, ad could not resist the urge to jump upwards, taking a swipe at her. Hey, mind control was a seriously difficult thing to combat, no matter how much you wanted it.
He was crouched low, huffing through the cloth of his mask when the earpiece went into a white noise crackle. He gave a short, yelped sound of relief of the hiss of a dead radio combined with Lorna's assurances. Gibney turned on the ball of his foot and literally sprinted away. The cuts from the blades Lorna had embedded in his arms stung, but the only thing currently on his mind was getting to the Haven. Haven was safe, there were people who would help and protect him, and he was tired of being caged, tired of being confined, tired of being controlled. Of course, with Lorna having no idea his thought process or his reason for sprinting towards the Haven, it could all be seen as a very different motivation.
Not far away, those in the van panicked. They fought to get systems back online, and two men in suits and dark glasses suddenly broke from the van, pushing through the woods and towards the last known location of Weapon Omega. They both drew guns, one with power repressing serum and the other with a tranquilizer gun, both held at ready with thin-pressed lips and darkened, serious eyes. Kyle had no intention of being there when they arrived, so the masked wild man took off on all fours, claws of both hands and feet ripping up the ground as he used his amazing agility to propel himself as swiftly towards the Haven, the place he considered safe and secure, as he possibly could.