Garrison grimaced as the grenade rolled to a stop at his feet. He let out a curse as thick yellow gas erupted from the canister. It was a smart move, maybe enough to negate Garrison’s physical advantages in a head-on brawl. Garrison took a deep breath, squeezed his nose with his free hand and turned left. He shut his eyes as the gas rose over his chin then set off at a sprint towards the wall on the opposite side of the unit to where he threw Dominic. At best he could lose the agents and break through whatever perimeter was in place around the facility, or at the very least he could choose to turn and fight when the conditions favoured him.<br/>Charles would have to make his own way out, hopefully taking the initiative and running in the opposite direction to Garrison. That would force the agents to either divide their numbers and chase both Garrison and Charles separately or only pursue one.<br/>Garrison squinted as he dashed towards the far wall. In the same way that his power allowed him to unleash incredible attacking power, it facilitated incredible production of force and thus fast movement speed.<br/>Outrunning the chlorine gas, Garrison turned his body to shelter the case to some degree before smashing through the wall.<br/><br/><br/><br/><br/>Aimpoint didn’t know what he was looking at. The shadowy horrors seemed to defy their very substance. Inky darkness had ripped through the guard with ease as the limp body was raised into the air. The Doctor raised his side arm and pulled the trigger again and again, wildy firing at the dark form in front of him. Aimpoint’s ear protection filtered out the thunderous roars of gunfire exploding through the interior space. He hadn’t checked if the Doctor had any in, but also hadn’t expected his charge to run in guns blazing. Each shot missed its mark, proving completely ineffective against whatever the dark things were. At least one thing had become clear - Aimpoint had a clear target on each of the hostiles.<br/>Mieszaniec began backing away, shaking hands struggling to reload his weapon and then he stopped. He froze mid stride, one foot still in the air, his hands stuck as they attempted to replace the empty magazine. His eyes were still. Even his breathing had ceased in the middle of a rapid, panicked breath. Or at least that was how Aimpoint saw it.<br/>Supers could first discover their abilities at varying times. While some can be documented at birth, others will not realise their powers until later - often leading to stressful situations. Aimpoint lay firmly in the second category. The first time he unintentionally used his powers he genuinely thought he had lost his mind.<br/>Aim for the eye, he thought. Mieszaniec had yet to move a muscle. The hostiles were also frozen. And so was Aimpoint. Like Mieszaniec, he had yet to breath. In fact his heart had yet to move and he could feel the blood in his veins and arteries was for all intents and purposes at a stand still. His mind was operating at a supernatural speed, his perception completely unhinged from the natural observation of time. His own eyes had yet to respond to his own will, and yet he could perceive. He could see, feel, smell - even hear in a sense. This was a unique experience, but a maddening one. Aimpoint moved up through the gears, shifting his own perception of time until movement returned to his own body as well as the world around him. Aimpoint’s extraocular muscles responded to his thoughts. He could feel each individual muscle contract and relax, rotating his eyeballs to where they needed to be. Slowly but surely, each and every muscle in his body reacted to his command. Muscle fibres along his back, shoulders, arms and hands worked to raise the Sig MCX Virtus SBR that he held. The entire core of his body painstakingly engaged themselves to rotate his body to face his first target. Every part of his body perceptibly crawled to action.<br/>Sound waves reached Aimpoint individually, each adding to the last to describe to his brain what objects around him were vibrating at what frequency. He kept moving through the gears, edging closer and closer to how normal people perceived time. Mieszaniec fumbled with his weapon in slow motion. At this rate of perception, Aimpoint might as well have been a sniper sitting half a mile away lining up the perfect shot. Both of his eyes painted his target until the reticle of his red dot sight caught up, squarely zeroed on the eye of the closest hostile ‘puppet’. He squeezed off a round then observed the out-of-focus bullet make its way to the target before his eyes could ever hope to bring it into focus.<br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><span style="color: #FF80FF">“Oh, okay.” </span>Kira replied, her mouth dry. Panic rose through her in prickly waves even though her stomach was icy cold.  She was terrified and worried sick. When she thought of her brother still at work in the city centre thoughts of despair flicked through her mind as she frantically wondered what could possibly be going on. He was probably just as worried about her. Still, if something truly bad was going on out there, she could barely stand not knowing for sure if he was in harm's way. Here she was, stuck. Stuck in this room. Stuck down here. Stuck underground. Kira gasped as the feeling of panic doubled, memories of the dark underground box she had been kept in with those other people. Her drumming heartbeat seemed to shake her whole body. She was so cold, and held herself as though that could warm her up. She felt like she had then - cold and helpless. Only one thing had stopped the cold back then…