The search for the Healer's location was easy enough now that they had a trace, the cellar area easy enough to home in on with Coral's talents. The cameras did not appear to have a coverage of that area. Nothing was put on tape, at least not in the security room. In the middle of things the room's lights suddenly went out, then returning with a red tint.<br/><br/>"Main powerline cut, emergency generators starting, capacitors on-line, all personnel to stage 2 combat readiness, this is not a drill. Alarm notification being sent to main office... communications jammed. Please be adviced, this facility may be under attack..."<br/><br/>The mechanical voice sounded synthetic in its making, without real emotion to it, but it did not change the hustle it caused outside on the cameras. Soldiers rushing to barracks. Retrieving guns and seeming to be setting a perimeter around the facility. One shed's roof lifted to the sides and the walls began to lower, exposing a black helicopter.<br/><br/>"Main powerline cut, emergency..." The message began to repeat, but one thing had changed beyond that though. The healer's pain had come to a halt as soon as the power went out.<br/><br/><hr/><hr/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Below in the Cellar</div><div class="spoiler_body">The healer lay strapped to a surgical table with thin wiring attached to pads stuck on her skin. The large machinery along the walls was recording everything they could about her, while a tall asian man was standing at the side repeating loudly. "You will start healing the subjects we provide so we can test out the extent of your abilities and what can and cannot be healed, or we'll turn up the power on you again!"<br/><br/>"Go to hell." She replied annoyedly. Usually good mannered, this treatment brought out the stubborn, annoyed side of her though. She wasn't about to make others suffer repeated pain so these -butchers- could repeat their torment in new, creative ways till they would find the ways to break people beyond any chance of recovery.<br/><br/>"No, you are going to do this, sooner or later, or we'll start experimenting on you. I've got a needle full of 'Boosters juice' here. Just one prick and I'll infect you with his venom, and then you'll have no choice." Boost was a scary man. Venom that forced a body to overdrive, it could make athletes run themselves to death, a brilliant mind reach a near transcendental state for a few minutes before burning the victim to a braindead state, or in case of a metahuman render their power out of control, for a time, perhaps shorting it out permanently. Boost was like a living, abusable drug, much like the drugs the bastard of a man had abused before getting his power. Ironic, someone overdosing on steroids and other 'self-improvement' chemicals became such a factory for them.<br/><br/>"Now, will you or-" His voice paused as the lights went off, the devices shutting down. Emergency power came up quickly and the man rushed to the end of the long room to the computers that had stayed on at least, thanks to the surge protection and the few seconds of spare power stored in them. <br/><br/>"Its all still here. Phew. I don't know what that was girl but don't you think you've won, I'll return in a few minutes and you'll give me the answers yet!" Glaring at her, the man turned to start opening the armored door, the only door, to that room. Leading to a hallway with 3 more such doors, 2 on each side of the hallway, and 1 door at the back leading to the -normal- part of the cellar.<br/></div></div><br/>(OOC: I put the Spoiler in place because if the group does not head down there swiftly they'll miss that but I figured rather than asking Coral to just jump in blindly if she does, along with possibly the others, I'd give a little description what to expect, react to and so forth if the characters take that path. Of course, given their abilities, they likely have a variety of other options still. Still, its a bit of what Coral can sense, after the pain flare is gone. Little mix of short term memory and physical surroundings.