Isana tilted her head to the side, sticking her tongue out in her way of concentrating. She continued listening to Chase's output even as she calibrated his nitrogen board.Â<br/><br/>"Hmmm, there's no need to apologise, in truth I thought you were just one of those guys who got super desperate to get my number." Isana said, shaking her head when she was done. She took off her mask, tossing it onto the floor. She frowned as she tied up her hair so that it would not end up in her eyes, "To some, they call me M3 but I don't think you will ever see me with a mask on again, unless it's a Power Ranger one during the festival."<br/><br/>Through the irregular movements of nitrogen particles, she sensed that Anti skill personnel were almost at the door. "Your board is ready, are you?"<br/><br/>She crouched slightly, gesturing that Chase should do the same to avoid smashing his head into the ceiling. She raised his board just as the twin glass doors slid open. "Watch out!" She warned as they went headlong into the wall of armoured personnel.Â<br/><br/>She let out a breath, laughing as they slipped past an approaching helicopter. It was good that the Anti skill showed enough sense to duck when two humanoids flew straight to their faces.Â<br/><br/>******<br/><br/>Alyssa's breath whooshed out of her as she dropped to the ground and the two flying objects flew over her head. She rolled onto her back, lifting the visor and getting back on her feet. She turned back as more commands were issued, primarily to stop the approaching masked figures.Â