Emery arrived at the building just in time for the explosion, which seemed oddly coincidental, but she didn't believe in coincidences, so she doubted it was any such thing. He had waited for her arrival, or perhaps anticipated it. She filed this away as she ducked behind the nearest vehicle for a moment before resuming her path inside the building, heading straight for the lab. She could hear the voices speaking back and forth, the voice of T.N.T she recognized, the other voice that was now shouting was unfamiliar to her, and although most of the words were muffled she made out a few choice words and some things that she dare not repeat, even in her mind.<br/><br/>As she approached the one room that remained standing she heard a voice call to her, it was the same voice she had heard hollering moments before. She couldn't pass up the opportunity to get a leg up on him. He had left the man to die, or perhaps he had intended for her to find him and get whatever information he was willing to give. She couldn't be sure which. Perhaps it was both, even though that didn't make sense unless one really thought about it. Either way, she wanted whatever information he had. Logic told her to make it work but not to trust him, and that was what she intended to do. "Fine, I'll help you. But know that if you double cross me, you will wish I'd left you here to die." she informed him in a cool, matter-of-fact tone as she scanned their surrounding.<br/><br/>When the man moved it set off an alarm and she sighed. That was inconvenient, to say the least. Moments later Tech's voice rang through the untouched room. It was different. He was afraid, panicky, and he wasn't rhyming. It was almost as though he were a different person entirely. She filed this away as evidence to support one of the theories in her mind. His words further supported the theory. His words were cut off before he could finish, but she could guess what he was trying to say.<br/><br/>After a pause to inhale and exhale, the usual rhyming voice had returned. Lady friend? The words echoed briefly in her mind and she filed them away with the earlier comment that she looked like someone he once knew, and the nagging feeling that he looked oddly familiar.<br/><br/>Once the barrier expanded from the room and covered the perimeter, she returned her attention to the man who remained trapped under the support beam. "Of course I do." she replied almost as though that question should have been rhetorical. She reached into her bag and retrieved the grenade she had gotten from the chief. She armed it and tossed it into the room where the field had originated. Once the grenade went off and knocked out the shield, she gave a quick glance around the room to find something to use as leverage for lifting the beam. She found a long piece of metal and made a makeshift lever to lift the beam up enough for the man to move before she dropped it back to the floor<br/><br/>She scanned the area as best she could in the time she had before she helped the man to his feet. "Come on. We're heading back to the station and you're going to tell me everything you know." It wasn't a question, nor a request, but a statement of fact. She helped him out to her vehicle and headed back to the station, where she explained what had happened very briefly to the chief before requesting that she be allowed to question the man and give a full report later. She needed answers more than he needed a full report. She needed to know what he knew.