<div class="floatleft">(http://images-cdn.moviepilot.com/images/c_fill,h_213,w_500/t_mp_quality_gif/zfzsfw9y4fshk0io1tca/wesley-snipes-is-still-pretty-upbeat-about-the-possible-blade-reboot-but-how-would-it-w-564949.gif)</div><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><strong>Name:</strong>Eric Brooks<br/><strong>Alias:</strong>Blade<br/><strong>Time/Date:</strong>TBD/Evening<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Ryker's Island Penitentiary<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>NPCs, Daredevil, Frank Castle<strong>Mentioned:</strong>N/A<br/><strong>Warning:</strong>Stealth, Subterfuge, Hitting<br/><hr/><br/><br/>Blade seemed completely focused on the guard while he was freaking out, but his own enhanced senses picked out a fellow master of stealth as he approached. And the fact that he noticed him before he noticed the two guards meant his worry level was beyond negative. You brought back up for reasons exactly like this, and as soon as the light flashed on him, there was the somewhat toe curling sound of metal striking skull, and then both were curling to the floor, unconscious. "Wondered when you'd show up," came Blade's calm and sarcastic response that he didn't expect an answer to. And didn't get one. Instead the Daredevil told him they needed to get moving, and was already on his way. Someone was all business tonight.<br/><br/>When Frank ID'd him, the Punisher's first query was what exactly Blade wanted with him. "I planned on sending a cake with a file in it, but things changed and we had to speed up our time table. Your services are needed, plain and simple. I'll explain more when we're free and clear." He stepped aside as Matt tossed the other guards in the cell. Boy would they have egg on their faces when they woke up. Even in the darkness, he could see every detail on Frank's face. And how it changed when he caught sight of the man in the mask. He asked if he was sure he wanted to give him a gun, and he scoffed. "Well not if you're gonna try and put<em>another</em>bullet in him.<br/><br/>We need him as much as you tonight, so try to focus those murderous urges toward what's comin'; not dumb,<em>but</em>innocent prison guards or Red and Fearless over there. You're gonna need that fire." He paused, then realized it was probably too much to ask for Frank to not shoot anyone. "If you gotta shoot...at least try to wing em'." In his usual brusque fashion, after not finding the right keys to his chains, Frank just held his arms out and told Blade to help. Reaching over, he grabbed the cuffs and snapped each one off his wrist, then he snapped his ankle cuffs too. In about ten seconds, Frank Castle was free in every sense of the word except that he was technically still behind "enemy" lines. He closed the door with the guards inside, and was already walking after Frank toof off.<br/><br/>"C'mon. It's dark enough that we should be able to walk right out. If it looks like trouble though I know a few auxiliary exits we can use. Oh, take this." He reached into his pocket and pulled out an earpiece that would let Frank talk witht he others, then passed it oer to him. He took the lead, gesturing for Frank to keep up before breaking into a light jog. "Castle's in the bag and we're on the move. Keep the power off as long as you can; shouldn't take more than a bit to get to the parking lot." "Affirmative," came Whistler Jr's voice over the comm. "And what about the man in red pajamas and a BDSM mask?" was King's question.<br/><br/>"He's around here somewhere. Don't worry about him. Unlike some people...he's a pro." Hannibal gasped loudly into the comm. "I resent that!" "What? Sayin' Daredevil's a pro, unlike you?" "Nah, not that part. I know I suck sometimes. No, Eric. It was the<em>way</em>you said it...you hurt my feelings." Eric's eyes rolled at the ridiculousness of the guy he depended on almost every day. "Hannibal...shut up and do your job." "Yes, dear."<br/><br/>Blade couldn't help but sigh once again. With Frank on his six, and his senses on full alert, Blade led the way out of solitary and back into gen pop. The lights were still off, and random beams of light flashed around as guards hustled this way and that. But in the darkness, even when light shined directly on them, nobody saw anything out of place. Far too much panic and confusion going on. Just a few more minutes, a few more corridors and they'd be home free. With the power out, they didn't even have to swipe their access cards, just keep a brisk pace and look like they had somewhere to be.