Brown was not to be fooled by the follow-their-demands-and-slit-their-throats-when-they-lower-their-guard method. "Drop the fucking weapon! And turn around. If I catch you looking at me, a bullet goes into your brain." She fired a warning shot. She reminded herself that while there were Espers hostile to their cause here, there was always the danger of telekinesis users and such. "Tell your friends to drop their weapons, gather where I can see them and turn away from the mech.<br/><br/>A gloved hand lifted her out of the hatch easily, the barrel of the pistol still trained at the girl, "Don't face me, or I'll shoot." She focused the sights on the girl's head, where she knew the spine was connected to the skull, "Scan."<br/><br/>The result was instantaneous, a tracker would have appeared if she had her helmet on but either way this girl was an Esper, one of their own. A hand reached to extract a white bracelet, which would act as restraint against the girl's powers whatever they may be.<br/><br/>------<br/><br/>Touka exhaled impatiently, the process to get the prisoner here was seemingly slower than usual.<br/><br/>------<br/><br/>Isana scowled, "Oh, it's you." The man who made a pretty damn amusing introduction by flooring his own brother. Her gaze seared its way to Sato, catching that he was looking at her. She turned back to Hiro, "We'll go to the arcade."<br/><br/>------<br/><br/>Up to this point, some parts of the city had yet to be fixed, footprints the collation forces had left in their failed crusade. Tank treads on roads, mechanical footprints by their own defence forces which had arrived too late in her opinion.<br/><br/>Most of the buildings, structures and all were saved when the war sirens went off, as per the drill, everyone was to gather into the buildings within minutes. What no one expected was for the buildings, skyscrapers, railways, electric plants and all to sink down on mechanisms beneath the surface, to be sealed shut beneath several layers of armoured hatches.<br/><br/>Where were we? Oh yeah-<br/><br/>Wham. Isana punched hard, a blue tint surrounding her arm as the nitrogen particles allowed dissipation of the force and in turn allowed her to punch as hard as she wanted on the cushioned dummy.<br/><br/>It was some time since she had come to the arcade. So she took it as an opportunity to claim the highscore. But after a dozen tries, it failed. Horribly.