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Even as Hekaton broke into a run down the alleyways away from the sight of the battle, he began cursing inwardly. Through the phon ehe caught enough static through the cacophany in the background to make out Charlotte's electrical signals. That, combined with Mech's overzealous slaying of a potential ally sent Gregory into a fit of rage. He glanced back to John, not even dignifying Mech with words. "The warehouse directly ahead, number seven. Crush it and get back to the base. There shouldn't be any more than five or so guards and three scientists. Small lab. Trash the comps. Get out."

His short flurry of words delivered, the masked super launched himself into the sky with an anti-gravity field that was probably charged with an excess of energy. Hekaton did not care though. The force of his flight-fields was so great that the wind roared in his ears, and despite being dulled by the fabric of his mask, threatened to defean the super. In less than a minute the suited man slammed down in almost directly upon the musician and his captor with enough gravitational force behind him to crack the earth upwards of a meter away from himself.

In the time it took Hekaton to cast a withering glare at Vincent and the explosion in the background, multiple fields were coming into existence around Charlotte, Gene and that new fellow he could not remember through the furious haze. Taking just enough prescence of mind to compact Charlie's van into a ball of crushed metal, rubber and several other components as well as Gene's bike in one piece, and took to the air again. In the night sky their flight was relatively quiet. After dipping into the tunnels and losing what possible pursuit their was, the flight back was brief.

Retreat.

That text was sent to both Eliot and Alan. As soon as they reached Charlotte's 'home' and flicking on the lights Gregory tore off his mask, shed the overcoat and fell onto the couch with a deep sigh. For a long while he stared up at the metal ceiling above. The others should be arriving shortly, and the world was cooling off for the leader of the Insurrection. With one more steadying breath, Gregory said allowed more to himself than anyone: "What are the odds...?"