She could hear her own heart beating in her chest, her breath was a bit louder than normal...or was she just over thinking things? That had to be the case. Everything that was happening had an explanation, and this scenario was no no exception to that rule. Nodding to herself, she let that ideal sink in, that she was just overthinking things and getting a bit...no. She couldn't think that. It was not right. Not normal. Instead of thinking, she just let her mind empty, once more focusing. Why did she keep letting her mind wander?<br/><br/>Raz was a bit shocked when Gallan pushes her back in to a side hall, blinking in obvious confusion. She'd seen the men, but why had Gallan done such a thing? He could have just told her to move back. Seconds pass and the lights then go out, leaving them in a pitch black world. The only light was Raz herself. Her body giving off that eerie green glow. She glances back at Gallan, to show that even her eyes glowed too. And to let him know to let go of her, as his hands were on his shoulders. He does just that, and after a moment the lights turn back on.<br/><br/>Her eyes watch his movements as he skirts around her, to go ahead down the empty hall ahead of them. She begins to follow, but pauses, deciding to set a trap for the guys following. Swinging her swords crisscross and in horizontal and vertical lines, it produces a microscopic thin wire, connecting from wall to wall, a web. It was so thin that no one could see it, and no doubt the men following. Pulling out more glass marbles, they fill with gas, and she scatters them on the floor, but this time they do not go off right away.<br/><br/>A few minutes pass and they reach a fork in the hallways, and Gallan whispers something to her about the bunker being on a grid. Her mind once more wanders, thinking that Electra would be perfect for this job. As her bio make-up was something to do with electricity. She nods when Gallan tells her to take the men out before they moved on. Even though she nodded though, she does not move. Simply waits. And then, the sound she was waiting for could be heard as the men walk in to the trap. No doubt they'd walked in to the wire, which would slice right through them due to the chemical compound of the wire, and when they step on the marbles they would break, causing the gas to leak and kill them instantly if they breathe it in.<br/><br/>In her mind, they might as well keep going quietly, not make a lot of noise. Her eyes turn to him, before stepping forward towards the empty hallway ahead. She knew that it would be about two or so minutes before the gas leaked where they were, and about twenty minutes for it to clear up for safe passage back. Sounds die down, signalling that the men were all killed, so it was safe to move on.<br/><br/><span style="color: #BFFF40">"They are dead. We must move on, or the gas will get to you."</span>She says, and even though her voice was lifeless and unfeeling, the words themselves sounded urgent.