Andrew fit the scissors around the collar when Livewire approached him, careful to not catch any skin when he clamped the blades closed cutting the open.  Letting his hand regain its original shape, he extracted himself from the window and backed up as Livewire fried the circuitry.<br/><br/>“The names Andrew, and I’ll hold you to that.”  He said, before turning his head to the new guy.  “Point that gun at someone who wants you dead, dumbass.” Andrew said, motioning to the guards coming down the stairs. “These guys, for example.”  Andrew shifted to form claws, charging the guard on the right.  As he did he could feel his mouth widening to his ears, and his vision doubled as his eyes grew in size and independence.  He nearly felt sorry for the man as he fell before his claw, but these men were corrupt sadistic assholes, he’d shed no tears for them.<br/><br/>Andrew finished of a second guard, he recognized the man from his last  water boarding session, as he heard a man shout from behind them.  Turning around he saw a man armed with a gun and sword in a stylized suit, maybe the guy who caused the riot.<br/>“Any port in a storm.” Andrew said to himself, taking a final slash at a nearby guard he started moving towards the swordsman.  “Lead the way, whatever your name is.”