<a class="postlink" href="http://i1130.photobucket.com/albums/m521/2zenith/Untitled-2.jpg">[ img ]</a><br/><br/>Isana leapt back, flinging an arm upwards, raising a wall of nitrogen. The bullets stopped in mid-air, halted by the gaseous nitrogen. She reached out impulsively, sending a rippling wave towards Koko. Documents, reports, bills and even dollar notes were ripped from their resting point and clouded the reception area. Koko was knocked off her feet and sent sprawling over the backrest of the sofa.<br/><br/>Koko snarled, raising the pistol and firing thrice as she got back to her feet, forcing Isana onto the defensive. She would need to reload soon, and if she did not turn the tables soon, she would probably be beaten. With a yell not becoming of a lady like her, she climbed on the coffee table and closed the distance between them with a leap. She lashed out with a roundhouse kick aimed at Isana's neck.<br/><br/>She brought her hands up, her forearms absorbing the blow painfully. She pushed Koko away and swung out with a chain of liquid nitrogen. The liquid froze around her arm, forcing the lady to gasp at the coldness and back away. "I don't want to hurt you. Back off now." She raised her hand, forming a club of ice.<br/><br/>"What?"<br/><br/>The club smacked Koko on the head, causing her to crumple to the ground, unconscious. With that out of the way, she picked up her phone and answered the annoying person behind it.<br/><br/>******<br/><br/>She kept her phone and was about to stalk to the lift when she heard a gun firing a bullet behind her. She spun around and began to suffocate the treacherous creature behind her. When Koko ceased to move, Isana felt a warm trickle at her side. She instinctively reached down and looked at it. Blood. The bullet had cut into her side and if she was right, had just missed a liver. She walked over to a bashed-in tissue box and tore several tissues out of it and pressed it to her right side. She groaned and winced as her side began to burn with pain. Solid nitrogen formed on the tissue, holding it awkwardly in place. Satisfied that she could leave this place without severe blood lost, Isana hobbled to the lift lobby, continuing to apply pressure on her wound.<br/><br/>Down down down, the lift went, coming to a halt several floors above basement 9 and the lights winked out. Moments later, the lift began its descent once again. Isana got out of the lift as soon as the doors opened, grateful that the lights here were still on she turned down wing C and began to move as fast as she could. She needed to find Stella and move out quickly. When she had Stella's cell in sight she stopped, the door had been ripped off its frame and standing some distance away in the corridor was Chase. "Oh my god."