<div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">OOC</div><div class="spoiler_body">Alright, lets try and get this show on the road again. Hopefully nobody minds the jump ahead, and hoping to see everyone back in action soon.<br/><br/>The wards should be a secure enough location to utilize the ability to 'gate in' if you like. However, if not, feel free to emote chat outside or alternate ways of trying to get in. Heck, try and take out the guards and destroy this facility for good if you wish and dare. I'm looking forward to things.<br/></div></div><br/>Myriad's stride through the facility would be a strain on anyone's nerves. She was alone, at least one of her was, among enemies that had already targeted metahumans before, and likely would again. While the others were forced to wait outside the facility, Myriad's steps through the yard to the facility's doorway were watched by a group of four guards, all of them carrying pistols in their holsters but one of them also had a powerful rifle in a strap against his back.<br/><br/>The hallways inside were full of twisting and turning corridors. No signs near doors either. No maps, nothing to make things easier. Yet the high-security locks were a bit of a dead giveaway. Getting past the 'official' side of the place wasn't too hard, there were a few people in white labcoats moving about, but none of them paid her too much attention. Half a dozen people, one of them another woman, two of the men quite elderly, and one of the men looking like he belonged to a high school not a laboratory.<br/><br/>As Myriad in her disguise stopped before the security door to the wards though, there was a gunshot heard inside. Standing in the ward was a man in a black suit, the same man Myriad and the others had seen at the diner. Before him a young woman now clutching her shoulder and whimpering.<br/><br/>"Try that again and I'll put the next one into your stomach. You have two hours to think about it, then I'll want an answer!" The man glared at the woman on the bed, who went pale for a moment, but as fast as it had started, it ended. The man began walking away, opening the door before Myriad to push out of the room.<br/><br/>"Don't take too long lunches doctor, I'll have to report it ahead if your research gets delayed." The man's voice was actually warm at the time he addressed her, a total shift from having just shot a woman as cold as a psychopath.<br/><br/>The woman in the room didn't match the description for the healer, but it was just 1 out of 6 beds, the white curtains drawn around the other 5 beds.