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Oren Holmes

"That's an awful waste. We could have used him."

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a character in “Escape to the Outside”, as played by Aramay

Description



Name: Oren Holmes
Age: 35
Gender: Male
Mutation/Abilities: Manipulation of shadows is the easiest and simplest way to describe it. He can use them to dim or blot out almost all light in any given room. The more shadows available to him means the more he can use to his advantage for limited periods of time. They can also be used to cover someone's eyes to temporarily disable someone, or calm them in some cases. If there are no shadows available to him he can will the dark patches on his skin to do a less impressive job in a pinch, but only as a last ditch effort. He complains that its extremely uncomfortably to do and feels ill afterwards. It took 10% ability and 90% effort to get this far.
Mutation Appearance: He developed what could best be described as a form of reverse vitiligo. Dark blotchy patches of pigment formed on his skin over a period of years with the worst of it being on his hands, torso, legs and stops part way up the back of his neck. Black "flecks" have started appearing on his iris'. Most of this is hidden by his clothing leaving only his hands exposed.
Description: At 5'9" and at a lean 150lbs he doesn't look the least bit hefty. He isn't considered muscular but he's not exactly wire thin either. His blue eyes are his most distinguishing feature aside from his skin condition that's immediately visible on his hands. He prefers to keep his very dark brown hair trimmed short and tidy.
Personality: Oren isn't considered an outgoing type by any means. He doesn't skulk around or silently scowl, he just has a habit of keeping to himself. Unless a conversation moves onto certain subjects of interest. The only times he shows much more than his standard calm expression would be while discussing or debating on the more sensitive subjects related to his work.
Strengths: His knack for being studious helps him pick up on skills quickly. It also helps him avoid unnecessary fights so long as he's not the cause. He sees potential and opportunities that others might easily overlook. With his abilities he greatly enhances and complements the abilities of one of the subjects.
Weaknesses: He can become a bit too passionate with an argument and throw logic right out the window to try to prove a point if he doesn't watch himself. Biting off more than he can chew is rather common and he has a hard time saying no to a task he's given. His compassion sometimes gets in the way of his work and sometimes its the other way around. He will sometimes become too attached to a subject.
Fears: That he won't make a name for himself through his work before he passes on. Being considered useless. He has nightmares about the pigmentation on his body completely enveloping him in shadows.
Writing Sample: Holmes always preferred being referred to by his last name no matter who he spoke to. People assumed it was because he hated his first name. They weren't wrong. It was how one subject in particular got under his skin when they found out his first name. She lay out on a table almost like a dead body, with something to cover her eyes while he stitched up a wound on her leg. An I.V. drip was hooked up to her to help rehydrate her. "Why the gentle treatment?" She muffles from under the clothe that also partially covered her mouth. Holmes didn't respond right away.

He finally looked up for a moment before returning his attention to the sutures. "Nothing special about it. You helped us, we fix you up." He was treating her for wounds she had received from accidentally cornering another subject. One that was trying to escape until she tracked them down. She scoffed at his comment. Giving of small twinges of pained discomfort from the needle and having to lay on a hard flat surface.

"You still haven't given me anything yet. It would have been easier if I didn't have to-" She stops for a moment in thought before resting an arm over her face causing Holmes to stop again.

Luckily he was already nearly finished. "I told you they won't give you painkillers till after. They wouldn't do it unless you proved you could without it first. Plus I need it signed off by a doctor each time." He tips a vial upside down to fill a syringe to inject into the I.V. She was lucky to even have this. He fought to give her better treatment because she was a special case and wouldn't survive the 'normal' treatment that the others got. There was something there that he knew just needed some special attention till she wasn't so weak most of the time. She just needed more time to adjust to the changes.

"That's right. I keep forgetting your an assistant and not a doctor." She says flatly when Holmes had just stuck the needle into an I.V. port but didn't press on the plunger. He reaches over and swats the skin right next to the wound forcing a scream of pain from her which makes her pop up to hit him back. He pulls the clothe from her eyes essentially stunning her. She shrieks and covers her eyes. Just long enough to give him the opportunity to grab her by the neck and lay her back out on the table with a hard clatter and a thud. The pain she felt kept her frozen in place. She couldn't handle being knocked around with how her body was right now.

He contemplated leaving her to the normal regiment for a couple days to remind her that she couldn't play foul. "You can't go without eating through a tube and they would have just let you fend for yourself like the others if I didn't vouch for you! You want to be stuck dealing with the pain?" The resulting silence helped answer his question. He picked up the clothe and threw it back over her eyes. He was glad he kept all the lights on this time. He stopped at the syringe which still stuck out. Moments passed and he finally pushed down on the plunger. In less than a minute he could see her body go lax as the persistent aches that tormented her finally eased up. And she was, temporarily, given relief. "Stop acting like you're crazy. This help doesn't come cheap. A guard will take you back in a few."

Throwing away his gloves he walked out of the room but not before looking back at her. She would no longer be able to wear shoes and with the way she complained of back aches, the short tail she had developed would certainly become more of an issue for her. He was curious as to how she would progress. She just needed a little extra help until it all stabilizes. Its what he kept telling himself.

So begins...

Oren Holmes's Story

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File: Chimera

Experiment Status: Active

Mental State: Stable

Physical State: Unstable

Notes: Certain files for subject are missing. Purpose of experiment, unknown. Expected results, unknown. All that's left are numbered vials containing an unknown serum with instructions on how to/when to administer. Subject's physical appearance has shown drastic signs of mutation exhibiting characteristics of several species. Mutations are still progressing provided the proper administering of injections following proper instructions. Subject still maintains a rather sound state of mind despite the moderate to severe pain. Said pain allows subject to comply with being given almost any instruction to follow provided that they are promised medication for pain. Best results are shown when administered sparingly.
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With the lab still in a frenzy to round up or take out fleeing mutants it was rather odd to find an occupant still inside one of the open cell doors. She lay on what was a semblance of a bed with a sheet pulled all the way up over her head to block out the flashing red lights. Stomping of panicked footsteps made her ears twitch but she did little else but try to ignore it all. The medicine they had given her still hadn't worn off yet and she considered what time she had left of experiencing painless bliss to be far more important than opening her eyes to look beyond the confines of her cell. Not even the sounds of gunfire and screams stirred her from her place. It wasn't until long after the sound of dead silence took over that the echoing of two pairs of footsteps caused her to peer through one squinted eye. She couldn't understand what they were saying. Their words came out jumbled to her when she tried to listen.

Oren Holmes walked with a guard to a hallway of empty holding cells; gun at the ready. Most mutants had fled but it didn't mean that the area was any safer. "I really think she'll be useful in tracking them down. We can get them back without losing any more resources than we already have."

"What makes you think its even still here?" The guard thought for a moment, then scoffed. "You don't mean that sickly one do you?" He had the same look that just about everyone else gave him. Just let 'it' die already it can barely keep itself alive. But he was adamant with his claims.

Holmes widened the already open door to a darkened cell. "Just because the scientist in charge of her died doesn't mean we have to throw out all that work. There's still enough there to follow through-look, just, give me a minute." He reaches down and pulls the sheet away from Aramay, causing her to curl up and instinctively shield her eyes even though Holmes was using himself to block the harsh red lights from hitting her eyes. The guard tried to hide his surprise that she was indeed still hunkered down in the cell.

Aramay coughed and winced while trying to sit up. She looked rather exhausted for someone having just slept for near sixteen straight hours. "What was with all the noise?" Holmes dropped a bag in front of her. It was filled with clothes. More specifically, ones that would help keep her covered up from curious eyes. And a little extra. They smelled slightly like a dusty attic and looked more like something a vagrant would wear. "What's this? ...I was kind of hoping for something else."

"You have to agree to do us a little favor first."
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Aramay stepped outside the building and into the yard for the first time in what felt like months. It was starting to get dark as the sun began to set. She pulled her hood up over her head to help block out the lingering sunlight. She could see better in low light conditions. She covered her nose and mouth with a sleeved arm to stifle the stench of blood that drowned her sense of smell. It felt like prison before. Now it looked like an extermination camp. The ground was soaked red and squished disgustingly between her toes; the resulting mud clung to her and stained her skin. Looking up she watched as the surviving guards eyed her. They were already given orders to leave her alone but that didn't stop them from looking ready to shoot her from where they stood, after losing so many of their own.

She rubbed her neck sorely and hoped that the injection that Holmes had given her would kick in soon and stave off the pain for a while longer. What hurt the most wasn't the microchip they implanted near her spine, but the transmitter behind one of her ears near the base of her skull. "What's wrong? Why did you stop?" A voice came through clearly that only she could hear.

"She's fine. She just needs a minute to adjust to the light." Comes another voice through both the transmitter and behind her. She turns around to see Holmes in normal street clothing. He didn't look like he wanted to be there. In his hand was what looked like a small walkie talkie. They must've made him go along as back up. She didn't have to ask to know what he was responsible for.

The voice came through the transmitter again. "Please don't use the line unless you absolutely have to Oren." One of the scientists on the other end had a tone of annoyance to their voice. They had lost their test subjects, and they were quick to take it out on Holmes. He paused for a good long minute before responding.

"....understood."
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Holmes stayed a good few paces behind Aramay. While she, cautiously looked around and breathed in the early evening air. The smell of blood still clung to her feet, but she could smell faint scents that weren't naturally part of the forest. They were, odoriferously stale, sweaty, animalistic, and, increasingly laced with a much fresher scent of blood. "At least one of them is hurt." She looked down at a sprung trap that was caked in blood and fur. Readjusting the bag over her shoulder she continued forward.

The stronger the smells grew, the more nervous she became. The more adrenalin would start to rush through her. The more her body would start to ache again. The tree line gave way to a beach and harbor. She could now see darkened splotches in the sand leading towards a warehouse. A trail of bread crumbs as it were to the escapees. They didn't go as far as she thought. She was grateful, being cooped in a small cell didn't really help keep her in shape. Neither did her bodily aches and pains. At least it was overcast.

"You might be able to find a way in without being seen around back." Ara just nodded, knowing that Holmes would be able to see her from where he stood. That was where she was headed anyways. It was darker and no one would likely be walking around that area.

"Don't forget what you are there to do."

"Shhh." Ara hushed them. She couldn't think with them talking in her head. The messages would disrupt any thoughts she had every time they spoke because it literally felt like they were inside her head. And she could smell fresh blood only a short distance away. With the softest of footsteps she circled around to a small window. She couldn't see anything inside except for large crates. It meant that she couldn't see where they were inside, but it would at least block them from seeing her coming in so long as she was quiet enough.

As quietly as she could she inched open the window to slide through. A muscle in her leg spasmed which forced her to freeze. She couldn't move. All she could do was bite her arm until the pain passed. Soon as she could get inside she pushed herself up against one of the crates in a seated position. The pains were already coming back and it was making her breath rather hard. She was inside, and she could hear voices. But she didn't know what she could do without getting attacked first. Curling herself up near the edge of a crate she readied herself and chanced a peak around the corner to find the source of the voices.

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Character Portrait: Gavin (Now Hawke) Character Portrait: Olek Barrow Character Portrait: Edur Character Portrait: Max Bast Character Portrait: Kisa Character Portrait: Dray Character Portrait: Eric Taylor Character Portrait: Chris Baxter Character Portrait: Aramay Character Portrait: Oren Holmes
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Olek stood on his feet, his shoulders sagging ever so slightly. His attention was on Hawke as he spoke. Washing the scent off of themselves would be appropriate. They left quite the trail of blood in their wake. When Aileen spoke up, Olek's eye opened slightly out of shock. She would be putting herself in high amounts of danger. Olek wasn't going to argue though. They needed food and a place to rest. Olek held his position, doing his best to scan around the warehouse. Now that his eye was adjusted from being in the darkness for so long, it was easy to see most of the warehouse. He was just about to scan where his blind spot when Dray spoke up. ”Guards are here. If you do plan on getting us out of here it better be now.”

Olek shifted his weight and strained his ears. Dray had enhanced senses, Olek would easily take his words as truth. Olek slowly raised his rifle into his shoulder, his finger hovering over the trigger. He scanned the windows and would give the door an occasional glance.

Max and Eric began formulating a diversion in hushed voices. Olek's chest seized ever so slightly at the thought of him not having Bast at his back. He shook his head and banished those thoughts from his mind. The safety of the group came first. He strode over to Bast, and looked at her with a conflicted gaze. He raised his hand to put it on her shoulder, but it only made it half way before he heard a low growl coming from his previous position. He spun around quickly, his rifle quickly zeroing in on the threat. Olek's gaze met Kisa's, his eye narrowed ever so slightly as he padded over to Edur. He positioned himself in front of her in a protective manner, his gun lowered, but his demeanor was still tense and stern.

The last thing that caught his attention beyond the footsteps outside was the sound of tearing fabric. Olek spun once again, his rifle trained on a darkened corner of the room. With a perplexed gaze he stared into dark, after a few moments Olek's eyes widened. He looked over at the rest of the group, then back to the corner. He shook his head. It was too dark, it was dim lighting everywhere else. Can't be.

He kept his rifle trained on the corner of the room, and slowly shifted over to Edur and Chris' position. With a guiding hand he nudged them towards Aileen and Dray. He shot Kisa and Hawke a concerned look, and motioned his head towards the door. His eyes were locked on the blanket of darkness that covered one of the corners of the warehouse. He thought of himself as paranoid, but paranoia had a bad habit of keeping him alive.

"Turn around Holmes." Olek spoke calmly as he stared into the darkness. "This doesn't have to get messy."

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Character Portrait: Gavin (Now Hawke) Character Portrait: Olek Barrow Character Portrait: Edur Character Portrait: Max Bast Character Portrait: Kisa Character Portrait: Dray Character Portrait: Eric Taylor Character Portrait: Chris Baxter Character Portrait: Aileen Tracey Character Portrait: Aramay Character Portrait: Oren Holmes
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Something felt off, he wasn't sure what it was but he felt that something was wrong. He quickly started to survey his surroundings for something out of the ordinary and was about to get up and look around the warehouse, when Hawke began to speak. He listened intently as Hawke suggested that they should wash off the several undesirable scents on them and Chris couldn't help but think of the last time he had a proper shower.When Aileen offered to give them a safer place to hide, he tossed her a small smile. The healer was certainly generous, and helping them was probably going to be dangerous, so he felt extremely grateful towards her.

"Guards are here. If you do plan on getting us out of here it better be now.” He looked at Dray and then towards the others, with an alert expression. He silently scolded himself for not paying attention and hearing them earlier. So he took a moment to carefully listen, the guards outside were being rather noisy and the scent of the lab hung in the air.

Max and the dockworker soon began making plans for a making a distraction so they could escape. He glanced over towards max and the man. He was worried for them, causing a distraction would certainly be dangerous but it was probly the best option so that the rest of them could slip away undetected. He wasn't sure when or if they'd meet up again but he told himself that they'd be alright.

His attention was drawn away from the others when he heard something and smelled the faint scent of blood somewhere in the warehouse. Someone was already in here. Olek quickly moved Edur and himself towards Dray and Aileen, then made a motion for them to go for the door. As he was nudged toward the others he gave Edur a small if slightly unsure smile. He was a little worried about what might happen but he was sure they'd get away safely.He spared a small look toward a dark corner of the warehouse someone was definitely here and Chris thought that some sort of fight was bound to break out soon. He'd rather not but if the guards came in or whoever was in here with them proved to be a threat, he'd fight so that they could all escape. He refused to be brought back to that place, at least not without a fight.

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Edur could stand going to the woman's house. In fact it seemed like a great idea. She stood again and bounced up and down on the balls of her. Because she was born in The Lab Edur had no idea what her home would look like. Hopefully nothing like what they had before. She really didn't want to sleep on another hard cot.

Edur gazed around at everyone. Bast and the other man were making some sort of plan and Chris looked distracted. She was brought away from this by a loud growling. Kisa, still in her animal form, was just a few feet away. Edur remember this look. It was the same she'd see everyday. She took a hesitant step back but luckily Olek blocked her from Kisa's view.

Before she even had a chance to thank him Olek was leading both her and Chris away. He spoke to someone named Holmes, a name Edur didn't recognize. Feeling a bit nervous she gripped the nearest hand which just so happened to be Chris's.

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At his announcement everyone seemed to stop what they were doing for a moment. He had been focused on the sounds and smells outside that he didn't notice Kisa slowly stalking Edur. He scolded himself mentally for that, he would have to pay attention more and make sure none of them hurt each other. The rest of the mutants all started listening and sniffing the air, the others moving into action and getting ready to leave. He stood up and went over to healer lady off to the side since she was going to be the one to lead the group to where ever it was that she claimed would be a safe place.
Olek started pushing the rest of them towards him and the woman at the same time Dray picked out the sound of ripping cloth. Immediately his attention was on the shadowed room that the sound resonated from. The Lab smell came from that area also which blended in with the smells coming from outside. He tensed his muscles in preparation for a fight. "Turn around Holmes. This doesn't have to get messy." Apparently Olek knew the man that was inside the inky black space since he addressed the unseen figure by name.
Before he could officially worry about the intruder he glanced at the door where Max and Eric gave a hasty goodbye before slipping outside. Within moments he could hear loud footsteps and metallic clangs as they began their distraction; heading further into the dockyard. Not soon after that he could hear the telltale thuds of the guards’ boots chasing after the pair.
It was silent for a few moments with the Lab smell fading minutely before Aileen started for the door. She poked her head out then waved for them to follow quickly and she started running. Dray nudged the others after her, ”Keep quiet best you can.” After the three had gone he spared a glance back at Olek. He was fairly certain that Aileen had told him the general direction they were headed. He wasn’t sure whether he should wait for the guard or go along with the others right away and hope the man could catch up eventually. Best not chance it. He wasn’t as wary about Olek as he was before. Plus if he needed help with this Holmes person, he would help him and then track the group so they wouldn't be left behind.

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Character Portrait: Olek Barrow Character Portrait: Edur Character Portrait: Max Bast Character Portrait: Kisa Character Portrait: Dray Character Portrait: Eric Taylor Character Portrait: Chris Baxter Character Portrait: Aileen Tracey Character Portrait: Aramay Character Portrait: Oren Holmes
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Holmes could tell something was off not long after he provided Aramay with extra cover. He wondered if he overdid it. The only response he heard back initially was a tearing sound. In the dying light it was just about impossible to see inside from behind on of the metal cargo containers that was stacked on top of another. He could only guess her location via the tracking chip that was implanted in her just before she was let loose. The only hint that he had of Ara being in trouble was by how hard she was breathing. It was so loud that he could hear it through the transmitter. "Calm down. I can hear you panicking from here." Maybe that was the problem. He could have made a mistake without even knowing. He may have just made it worse. Then again.

He switched channels so that Ara couldn't hear the conversation between himself and HQ. "Why did you have to go and send in the guards so soon?! I thought you didn't want to lose any more subjects!" Holmes tried not to vent too loudly to the scientists in charge on the other end of the line.

A few moments of silence is heard before the line crackles to life. "The sooner we bring them back the better."

Frustration was clear on Holmes' face. "Then why did you send us out in the first place?! If you keep rattling the cage she's going to get shot. We can't track the group if she doesn't even get the chance to slip in with them."[/blue] The bastards were trying too hard to cover their asses. Their methods were ham fisted. Why stick with one option when you can throw it all in the pot at once? [color=blue]"If she's pinned down she can't withdraw." Just then he could hear foot steps followed by a near stampede of boots following soon after. He waited for Aramay to slink back in a hasty retreat, or at least show herself. No good. He had to improve her chances. It would be hell for him but he had invested too much in her to risk losing now.

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Aramay couldn't possibly ball herself up any tighter than she already was right now. She couldn't catch her breath. There was a certain feeling that can only be felt when you knew that all eyes were on you. Its a petrifying feeling, and she didn't need to look out to know that this feeling was justified. It was making her thoughts get away from her. All she could imagine was looking back out to see if it was safe, only to have her last moments be of a pair of large jaws coming at her wide open. Or hearing boots coming closer and closer towards her before hearing the sound of a gun cocking. It forced her to realize that the only semblance of skills she had was tracking. There was no way she would be able to hold her own in a fight if she were caught. And it was assumed that just because she was like the other mutants that they would readily accept her without question. Only now did Ara think it through enough to figure out the slew of holes in the original plan.

The panic she felt was so bad that she was ready to dart out of hiding at a moment's notice in an attempt to flee. She couldn't control a small whimper of fear that managed to muffle out from her throat. The slightest noise would have been enough if the pain in her arm didn't snap her out of her frightened daze. "Turn around Holmes. This doesn't have to get messy." That voice. It sounded familiar. This person knew about Holmes. Olek was mistaking her for him. The tone of his voice did nothing to calm her. The footsteps from the group were heading away from her. At the same time, she noticed the shadows growing out from around her. They were branching out and slowly enveloping one of the the inside ends of the warehouse. Ara could hear Holmes over the transmitter making noises that sounded like him physically straining, as if he were trying to move or hold up something.

Like a trapped animal seeing a chance to find better cover she took the opportunity to look around through the near pitch black area surrounding her. If she could think straight the logical thing to do was to head back out the way she came in. Instead she kept looking high up to find a spot that would be hard to reach. She didn't know why but at the time it felt like the right thing to get as high as possible. Ignoring her aching body she propelled herself through the cover of shadows and up the stacked up crates toward the rafters. Just as soon as her feet touched the wide support beams she heard Holmes retching and in almost an instant the shadows dissipated. Her body just as quickly hit the deck; flattening herself out against a beam while doing her best to ignore the itching she felt from the blood trickling down her wounded arm. The only shadows left to aid her were the ones naturally placed there.

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Holmes felt physically ill. He knew what made him sick. His abilities were rather exceptional but they still had many, many limits to what he could do and how long he could last before something gave. He didn't know it he gave her enough time, or if he only exacerbated his previous mistake more. The only thing he could do was finish vomiting up his lunch and hope that he didn't hear gun fire.

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Olek

Olek kept his rifle trained on the blanket of darkness covering the corner of the warehouse. He heard the faint footsteps of the others as they began to head out. His attention was still unwavering, if Holmes was here, he posed a significant threat to the operation. Holmes knew Olek's fighting style, and how he went about things. Olek knew how Holmes did things too, he preferred to keep away from the front lines. The fact that he was here was uncharacteristically like him. He shook his head once her heard Bast begin the distraction. He switched to the private channel that they were both on, and spoke to Bast one last time whilst his attention was on her. "Stay safe, no unnecessary risks." Olek spoke into the radio before switching it off altogether. He didn't want them tracing him, no matter how remote the chance was. He felt unsure of the fact that Bast was running the distraction. Olek's strong suit was fighting, not looking after people.

He suppressed a sigh as all of his attention was on the blanket of darkness before him. Olek didn't want to have to shoot Holmes, but he would if he had to. Olek calmly started to back towards Dray. They needed to go, now that the others had a head start, it would be difficult for any trackers to pursue if Olek was in the rear and Bast was leading most of the others away. It was a sound plan.

All of a sudden the darkness was lifted, and the corner once again shifted into dim lighting. He strode forward and checked the boxes, small speckles of blood littered the area. His brow furrowed once more before he turned to Dray. "We don't have time for this. Lead the way. I've got you guys covered." Olek said as he jogged over to Dray. He put a hand on Dray's shoulder and gave him a confident nod.

"If you see any more unnatural shadows, call them out." Olek spoke in a dark and serious tone. Olek positioned himself to Dray's left, just so Dray could watch his blind side. He preferred to have people watch his blind side for him, but more often than not, Olek usually ended up covering himself. Though it was nice running with a group, especially a group filled with a sufficient amount of fighters. Olek stopped to pick up his mangled vest. He once again wore his shredded armor, it would still cover him from the back, just not the front.

With that he stacked up on the door, and prepared himself to follow Dray whilst taking down any guards that weren't pursuing Bast and Eric.

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When Edur gripped his hands he looked at her, she seemed worried, so he squeezed her hand in a gentle and reassuring manner then gave her a confident smile. He was nervous but refused to show it, instead trying to maintain a confident and calm demeanor. He looked back toward the unnaturally dark corner of the warehouse only looking away when Max and Eric left the warehouse to lure the guards safely away from the rest of the group. Soon after he heard the sound of foot steps going away from the the warehouse. Chris felt slightly relived when the guards had moved away from them, but he kept his guard up. This Holmes person could be a threat and he didn't want to be caught by surprise if a fight broke out.

When Aileen started toward the door Chris looked over at Dray who had started to speak.”Keep quiet best you can.” He nodded and quickly followed Aileen through the door. Olek seemed to stay in the warehouse probably to confront this Holmes person and Dray stayed behind with him. Chris wasn't worried in fact he felt slightly relived when Dray seemed to stay with Olek. If they stayed behind or ended up fighting Holmes, Dray would be a huge help he was strong and if Holmes proved to be a threat he'd be outnumbered, Dray might even be able to follow their trail and meet back up with the rest of them when they get to safety.

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There was no response from the dark shadowed corner. Olek had slowly been stepping towards the room and as suddenly as they came, the darkness was gone. Dray had never encountered a shadow mutant but he figured one like that he might not want to meet. Just thinking about the absence of light and being in a small room sent shivers down his spine and made him stiff. "We don't have time for this. Lead the way. I've got you guys covered." Olek said, jogging over and placing a hand on his shoulder and nodding.
"If you see any more unnatural shadows, call them out." He sounded serious and Dray nodded back to him. Shadows like the ones they had just seen were definitely unusual and best to be kept track of. They went outside and he sniffed the air briefly, not that he needed it to go the right direction, but to get the smells right. He quickly started running to catch up to the others, Olek on his left; most likely to cover the side that he couldn’t see.
He turned his head briefly at the sound of a vehicle. It was coming closer but wasn’t close enough to be of any worries at the moment. He continued to follow the scents in the air until they could see a smaller vehicle ahead. He had only seen vans before but this one was smaller, and the back was flat with no seats or roof. He didn’t have enough time to contemplate the strange transport as he could hear the engine start to life.
He glanced at Olek briefly before picking up his pace and jumping onto the flat metal floor in the back as it began to move. He turned around and held his hand out to help Olek on before it picked up a pace to fast for him to get on. He moved so his back as against the side and within moments he was drenched in freezing water and sand. Dray let out a tense gasp at the sudden change in temperature and shivered. He was going to be angry before he realized that their smells were dulling out and her for the most part indistinguishable in that area. Perhaps they would make it. However, upon looking around at the others that were inside on the actual seats, he didn’t see Kisa. She didn’t make it.

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The fear passed but the pit in her stomach grew. Once nearly all of them had left. They were doing all too wonderful of a job on keeping an eye out. Using the height to her advantage she forced herself to get back up, take a breath, and see if any eyes were likely to fall on her. She could hear a fight going on just outside. "Come on where the hell are you?" Holmes echoed the message through the transmitter. She would appear on the roof looking down and the bloody scene below. Ara could see almost everything around her. Holmes wasn't too far from where she was, tucked between two containers that were stacked high. An unfamiliar mutant that looked like they were on a mission similarly assigned to her. Except this one was much more violent. Unnecessarily so.

Ara could grab Kyra by the throat while sneaking up from behind. She could have leapt in to save the battered jaguar from being completely beaten to death. It would have given her an opportunity to befriend the jaguar and prove her trust. With that trust she could be lead to the others. Instead she got an ear full from Holmes to go after the group when he didn't see her marker moving when the others left the warehouse. Her orders were to follow them after all. The thought of going back to Holmes empty handed was tempting. She wasn't one to keep her promises when he can't keep his. After all, pain always made it harder to think and make proper decisions. It was easy to get caught simply sitting there and thinking.

She made her decision, and she made her way towards the two feline mutants. Holmes would get her attention again to pull her out of her half-pained daze. The sounds of pins being pulled made her head dart to the source. She hadn't been paying enough attention to her surroundings to see that Olek had come back. This was a bad plan. Ara should have found a way to duck under the truck and hitch a ride. Just before the flash bangs went off she barely covered her eyes in time. Holmes' shadows were useless with shielding her eyes against the flashbangs as they were far too intense and burned through any shadows that could possibly get in the way.

When the intense light faded Kyra would feel blunted claws push her to further disorient her. Shortly after Kisa would feel those same blunted claws try to lift her battered body to pull her towards Olek. For a weak body she was surprisingly strong when it came to moving someone when adrenaline was added to the mix. Holmes wasn't happy with her decision once his vision cleared and his ears for the most part stopped ringing. It was too much work to try to save an already defeated mutant and a traitor guard when she should have gone for the others. He wondered if it was her way of playing pretend as being another escaped mutant. It wouldn't be so much of a problem if Kyra wasn't brought in too. Ara's safety was now even less of a guarantee for trying to play hero.

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It was too much of a pipe dream. "Why are you approaching the targets openly?" Thinking she could just swoop in and expect everything to fall in place. Instead she had her ear drums rattled. The injured jaguar was much stronger than her. "Those were not your orders." That shove was more than enough to send her back falling head over heels but she quickly bounced back to her feet. A hand goes her bleeding shoulder followed by a hiss of pain. "What the hell is wrong with you!? Get out of there!" She couldn't take the time to reflect now that she was in the fray. "Come back to base immediately." Her head turned to follow Kisa rushing to cling to someone. Someone who had their gun aimed right at her. Her reaction was delayed but her jolt of fear from finding herself in front of a rifle nearly lifted her off the ground. Her hands shot up in front of her defensively. All the while orders and berating for her incompetence were being barked at her.

A familiar voice deafened all the others that made her freeze. "Why are you here Ara? How are you here-" That's why the escapees had a guard with them. He wasn't like any of the other guards that she had known in the Lab. Olek was the only one who put himself in harm's way to help her. Kyra stepped between them before she could explain herself. Aramay expected for there to be repercussions from the fellow hunter. A mutant had to seriouly hate other mutants in order to be a willing hunter. Instead she watched Kyra and Olek stand quietly in pause. Her guard lowered too soon. As Olek trained his rifle on her again. Startling her for a second time. "I'm not one of-I'm with you!" Her voice was choked with panic at the thought of being shot. He didn't trust her. She was already at a bad start. Should have snuck to the truck with the others.

Gunshots ripped through the air forcing everyone to scramble. She chose to hide behind the same cover that Olek did. He was rather gentle when he grabbed her arm. It just so happened to be the injured one. She locked eyes with him, gritting her teeth. The frustration she felt was nowhere near as strong as the fear. The fear and pain were what gripped her the most. Her mind raced to come up with an explanation for him but her mind drew a blank. He looked at her like she didn't belong here. It was going to take a lot more to convince him that she did. If she had better luck with the others, then maybe...

Hesitantly she got up onto Kyra next to Olek. Her body was shaking rather hard; clutching at the bag of spare clothes. And the pain medication hadn't completely worn off yet. It was gonna be hell for her if she didn't take something soon but she was far too scared to speak up. For all intents and purposes she was guilty until proven innocent. Her trial is about to come into session and the jury were made up of her fellow mutants. She didn't say a word to Olek. The pain was making her tired and sluggish.

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Holmes cursed to himself wondering what the hell kind of a situation she would allow herself to get into that would be as complicated as this. He could hear minute sounds coming from her though. Small and barely audible, but he knew what they meant. "I told you not to take too much time." He mumbled more to himself than her. That's why he didn't want to give her the medication. In hopes that she wouldn't take too much time to lure out one or more of the mutants out at a time. Now they would have to come up with a new plan. Either way, if she took too long to come back she would have to deal with more than simple aches and pains.

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While the group of mutants in the truck managed to escape guards began rushing to their own vehicles in an attempt to catch up and follow. Several went on motorcycles, and many more in nondescript civilian cars and trucks. They spread out in paths looking for the run down truck that had managed to slip through their forces and take what they were sent after. With no immediate luck a few headed back to the Lab facility they were sent from in order to report back. A few already checking into the cameras within the area in order to get an ID on the female that had driven off with their property.
The guards who took Kyra to the scene began chasing after her and the others she took. There were a few moments of pause before they began getting on their devices to talk to their superiors about the situation. With much confusion about her actions a few loaded back into the van and took off after her; the rest heading back to the Lab like the others.
Within the van a computer panel was opened with images similar to a radar screen along with a blueprint of the city and the surrounding areas. While the van attempted to chase after the others, quickly losing them among the buildings and busy roads, they worked at hacking into the frequency set into Kyra’s body suit. At one of the points where the suit was imbedded into her skin a small microchip activated and the guards began searching for the signal.
At the same time a few got in contact with Oren in order to determine the type of tracking they had on Aramay and whether she could be trusted after what had happened with Kyra so suddenly.

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Oren knew he didn't have much to back up his claims. That she would come back with at least one mutant, and before the painkillers wore off. Just to be sure. The serum gave her wasn't for the pain. It was another "treatment" that was supposed to help fix her recent mutations and decline in health. She should have come crawling back the instant she started feeling ill. Now he began to worry if the escapees were overcautious. If they had taken her hostage despite looking as though she could be pushed over by a breeze. She did a damn good job of playing sick when she wanted to get out of experiments. At the very least it helped ensure that she wouldn't be handled roughly.

There was no way that he could keep up with the truck on foot. He was smart enough to have had implanted Aramay with that microchip to know where she was after losing sight of her. For the most part it was quiet save for her breathing that could be picked up by the transmitter. It couldn't pick up what anyone else was saying. Only that there were people around her speaking. She had a reason to be quiet and only spoke up when it sounded as though it was absolutely necessary. On the upside she sounded very convincing when it came to acting like one of the escapees. on the downside, that very act made the others from the Lab question her loyalty. He reassured them that she was only trying to gain their trust. She wouldn't be able to stay away for much longer without pain killers. And from the sound of things, currently was feeling the effects of the treatment. Which would for now prove useful in stalling the others. Though his only regret was that she hadn't come back by now. This was the first time that she would go through this outside the safety of the Lab. Without pain medication. He was so convinced she'd have come back before it took full effect.

He sent her another message. To stall the others for as long as possible until they caught up with her location so he could stabilize her. He couldn't tell if she would be able to hear him or not. Oren then informed the others of Aramay's tracking chip implant. If she could hold out long enough for him to get there. A pang of anxiety hit him. With all the stress she could be going through right now, how would it affect the treatment?

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Aramay was abnormally light when she was carried over to the bathtub. That the clothing she wore didn't just hide her mutations, but it also made her look bulkier than she really was. In an underfed sense of the phrase. She began to stir. Slowly regaining consciousness once that warm wet cloth swept over her dirtied and slightly bloodied face. There was no clear wounds beyond light scratches. The sources were from her nose and mouth. Her reactions made it clear that no matter where Aileen placed the cloth, her skin was tender as though it were bruised. The glazed expression didn't leave her face but now she was a bit more responsive after being seated. Ara wanted to stand up and walk out as though nothing was wrong. Attention was not something she was all that fond of, unlike Kyra who seemed to crave it. Instead, she remained there almost completely still. The comfort that she was being given nearly brought tears to her eyes. Like being given sweets for the first time after going off of salty or bland food for so long.

Her ears twitched upon hearing Olek. She couldn't bring herself to look up at him. The prospect of falling asleep was simply far more appealing. Holding her head up to keep herself from nodding off was currently one of her biggest challenges.

Slowly, her hand went up to the wound on her shoulder. The one she had accidentally inflicted on herself while back at the warehouse. Certain movements re-opened the wound several times before the blood dried into a thick enough scab with the help of the surrounding cloth to bind it together. She pushes her thumb and forefinger into one side of her mouth. Wincing for a moment before pulling free a rather loose, bloody tooth. Then let it slip into the palm her her hand before it dropped completely. Her reaction was almost unimpressed. This wasn't the first time its happened. "Its....th-treatments." She mumbled aloud. Her eyes blinked slowly. "I shoul've stahy'd." If she was back at the lab she would have at least recieved medication to ease her suffering, and fed, if directly through a tube by now. They knew how to take the pain away to make it tolerable. Freedom didn't seem so appealing if she had to endure this along with it.

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Ara's ears twitched before eyes darted, the narrowed at Kisa's growling. She never had an issue with felines until now. Ungrateful for recieving help and pissy when they see something they don't like. "There's nothing stopping you from leaving anytime you please." At least Kyra was more independent with being left to her own devices. Ara still couldn't help but watch them both from her sickly little cocoon of sheets. What she would give to get her energy back again.

She listened to Aileen's, Hawke's and Olek's concerns. It was quickly becoming apparent that Ara was preventing them from moving. This was part of the original plan...she thought. Then again, that was when she was living from painkiller dose to dose. Come to think of it. She wasn't feeling the pain anymore. Her body was too exhausted to register it in her mind. Instead it felt like pressure being placed on her. It was hard to explain. "I don't see why we all have to wait till they try to jump on us to leave. We're still too close to the Lab. That's certain." She paused but still looked like she had something to say.

Slowly, taking a great deal of effort. She stands up. "Right now, you should all get going. I hate to admit it but Mr. Barrow is right...unless you know how to shove a food tube down my throat or an I.V....." The new appendage that was her tail was unable to keep still. With a mind of its own. It would recoil from touching anything around it. Each signal it sent into her head made her twitch slightly and blink. It was ridiculously frustrating and kept interfering with her thoughts.

"If they don't come through here...I can-"

"Ara I need you to go outside." The familiar voice rings through her head. A wave of dizziness hits sending her reeling for balance.

".....I, I'll be back." She wheezes. Straightens up, and starts working her way out of the room towards the restroom.

"Do you hear me? I need you out here." Holmes was still quite a distance away from the house, but close enough to see it. He had gone back to the Lab to grab supplies that were needed to keep the girl alive. For a few hours, he was certain he would never hear her again until she started to speak, to the others in the house. "If I don't help you soon. You will not survive till tomorrow. You're body is going to shut down."

Ara stops at the bathroom door, out of sight and earshot of the others. "I can't." She finally replies. "I can't leave." Just walking five feet felt like five miles to her. Standing in the restroom after locking the door behind her, she could see a cracked open window that he body would be able to fit through. She could safely guess that he was more that a hundred feet from the house.

Oren couldn't walk into a house full of angry mutants. He'd have his throat ripped out or worse yet have to explain to his superiors why he would let himself be kidnapped. "Ara if I can't get to you.....YOU WILL DIE IN THAT HOUSE IF YOU DON'T LEAVE NOW!" Holmes' frustration gave way. Her body jerks and shakes from the sudden jolt. Face grimacing as though she were shocked from a tazer. Her eyes going wide and just as abruptly the light vanishes leaving them dull. Hands push forward instinctively to catch her fall but there's no strength behind them and she crumples to the tile floor like a pile of clothes. Surprisingly she managed to keep conscious, if extremely dazed. Again her limbs reach out to find something to pull her back to her feet. There's no strength left to lift herself off the ground.

"Huh, can't get up...that's-" Her voice sounds more perplexed than anything. Rolling to her back in discomfort she finds it impossible to focus her sight on anything. "...uh, oh..." Panting, the more she tried. The less she could get herself to move. All at once she felt extremely tired. "...I'm not feeling so hot...I need to lay down..." Her voice got quieter. Suddenly the floor felt rather comfortable to lay out on. She just pushed herself too hard too soon. That's all it was.

Holmes started to panic. All he could hear in that house was her voice. He couldn't tell if he had just made it worse. Oren was closer than anyone else from the lab and he couldn't rush in with the others there. The damn tiger woman was still on the lookout on the roof and although his abilities were fairly decent, he still wasn't sure if he could dupe her senses. "What side of the house are you on? Can you open a window?"

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As soon as Olek was finished talking, he spent the rest of his attention on everyone's reactions to his words. Edur was the first to speak, dropping a very interesting idea. The corner of Olek's mouth tugged upward ever so slightly to form a slight smile. The gears in his head started to turn. In order for that plan to work they would have to engineer a scenario that would leave no remains, but would make the lab think that they were dead without a doubt. They could arrange an explosion of sorts, that would be a great way to buy them a week or two, but it wouldn't be permanent.

Ara spoke up after Edur, voicing her concerns, and telling them that they should leave her behind. Olek's eye narrowed. He wasn't going to let Ara die. He was certain of that. Olek was in constant conflict whenever he saw Ara. Was she better off dead? Or was she better off back in that hell hole they had all escaped from? Olek didn't know, and the conflict was apparent in his eye when he watched her leave the room. He shifted his feet to follow her out, but was stopped when a message was transmitted to his mind.

Kyra spoke in Olek's head, relaying him a message after he stopped in his tacks. Cyclops, I need to inform you on my condition, along with Kisa's. You shouldn't rely on Kisa or me, as we are at the moment, starving. Therefore unstable and should not be trusted in our feline forms to NOT eat you or the others. We shouldn't chance it. Olek made eye contact with Kyra. He gave her a quick and understanding nod to let her know that he understood.

Olek rubbed his chin at this new information. Trusting Kisa with the group would prove to be quite problematic, Kyra appeared to be more in control of her animal side, but a ravenous Kisa would be dangerous. Olek listened intently as Kyra altered the plan ever so slightly. Splitting up would sound like a good idea. The team that stayed back would have to be smaller. Olek wanted to stay back, he knew how to shoot, and how to halt enemy movement. Dray would have to stay due to the new information that Kyra brought to his attention. He turned his head, looking at Dray for a few moments, he didn't like putting anyone else in his little suicide squad. Kyra volunteered to stay as well. If Olek's employers came at them with everything that they had, escape wouldn't be likely.

Dray's words were concise and to the point. He understood what had to happen, what the best course of action was. Hawke also chimed in once more, commending Edur on her good idea. Olek once again slightly smiled at this. It felt good to know that the others were bonding. A bonded group was a good group. He once again stressed the fact that the group needed another destination to set up shop. Olek had one place, but it was a last resort. It wasn't registered under his name, but he was unsure if it was the safest place for everyone. With enough digging, it would be searched by the lab workers eventually.

Olek broke away from his thoughts and walked over to Edur, giving Hawke a decent amount of space as he did so. Olek patted her on the shoulder and gave her a gracious nod. "A genius indeed." Olek commented, agreeing with Hawke's assessment of Edur's idea.

Aileen walked out, presumably to check on her charge. Olek also had to talk to Ara. It was time to stop dodging the hard choice he would have to make. Olek spoke up. "I guess it's settled Kyra, Dray, and myself will stay behind. I'll discuss the rendezvous location with Aileen. If anyone has a problem with the plan, feel free to let me know." Olek spoke up calmly.

With that he left the room only to find Aileen pacing in the hall next to the bathroom door. Olek walked over, feeling his stomach slowly turning. He spoke in a hushed tone, making eye contact with Aileen and pausing for a few long seconds before speaking. "I need to talk to her for a few moments." Olek was going to let Ara choose. Go back to the torturous facility that she had escaped from, or stay and die. Those were her only two choices at the very moment. Olek formulated a plan to capture Oren, to beat the cure for Ara out of him, but there were too many flaws with that plan. He had no idea where Oren even was.

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The shadows around the house began to move unnaturally. Concentrating around the only open window that could be found. As luck would have it. It was also the window to the bathroom that Ara was locked in. The shadows appeared to expand from the wall taking shape and regaining color in growing splotches, Oren, with bag still in hand gasps hard for air. His little trick took it right out of him, but he was inside. Without even taking the time to catch his breath he shuffled himself over to Ara to see if she was still breathing. He was shocked to find how much weight that she had lost. Thin could hardly describe her state. It was physically impossible for her to deteriorate so quickly. Or so he thought. Then again he always followed the strict guidelines that he found in the scientist's notes. There was too much that could go wrong to fathom how long she could go without food.

He opened her eyes and mouth, snapping his fingers by her ears to get a reaction out of her. There was no response. He wasn't going to risk a yell at her just to see if it would wake her up. Before anything else he had to keep her from getting any worse than she possibly could get. Lifting her light body into the tub he started running warm water, sheets, clothes and all to keep her body warm. And to mask the sound he made while getting out his supplies. Freeing an arm he looked for a viable vein to put in a shunt. Her veins were so small, it was difficult to discern one quickly. Eventually he was met with success and he began to squeeze the life-giving I.V. bag as hard as it would allow to get it started before placing it on a shelf above her head.

Next came the hard part. He wasn't sure which tube to use to feed her. Although one method was faster, he was more at risk with accidentally filling her lungs and effectively drowning her. The second method took much longer to feed her, but she would be able to breath unhindered and it could be left in place provided that it didn't get dislodged somehow. He would have to go with the latter. There was no way of telling if he could remove her safely. He wasn't a fan of leaving her either. They wouldn't know what to give her, or how to administer anything, let alone in what order. By the time he was done he was expressing a syringe full of an unpleasant looking semi-solid into a tube that was taped down which lead through her nose and down to her stomach.
"Aramay? Are you okay, sweetheart...?"
The voice from the other side of the door startled him. He wasn't ready to leave her yet. From the sound of things, it was only one person. He could handle one...maybe? Running out of time. There wasn't much more he could do for her at the moment. Oren lifted Ara's hand into his while he debated with himself.

Aileen would hear the door unlock and open quietly. The fully clothed Ara lay in the filled tub looking like she belonged more on a hospital bed. The bag of supplies rested on the closed lid of the toilet. The bathroom otherwise appeared empty.

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Aileen twitched as Olek called to her. Even after several days he was still frightening to her. All of her instincts as a healer had her on edge as the bathroom door opened a crack. "I need to speak with her a few moments." Those words sent a chill down her spine, and she glowered at him without thinking.

"I will talk to her first. I don't care who you are, she's my patient. I need to check on her, and I don't think she'll enjoy you being in the room when I do." Her accent rolled through the words with the brief flare of temper and she stalked into the room, slamming the door shut.

And froze almost in pain with how tense the room felt. A med bag that wasn't hers rested on the toilet lid, and Ara was laying in the tub, full of water. With a curse she rushed to the tub, lifting Ara out of the tub. "What in the world..? Sweetie, why are you in her clo--" Her attention was brought quickly to the IV in the girl's arm. There was nearly no chance Aramay did this herself. Aileen didn't keep these kinds of things in the main bathrooms.

"Who's there?" She hissed, coiling herself over Aramay's body and reaching for the bag. With slow, careful fingers, she sought out something sharp. The fact there was a medical bag in here meant there was either less or no harm meant toward the girl, so she wasn't sure if alerting Olek was a good idea--yet.

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Olek's eye darted to the door when it clicked then opened. He didn't have a chance to study the room, his eye went back to the glowing face of Ms. Aileen. As soon as she started speaking, he knew he was just spinning his tires in the mud. "I will talk to her first. I don't care who you are, she's my patient. I need to check on her, and I don't think she'll enjoy you being in the room when I do." She said in a heated manner.

Olek closed his eye and gave a soft sigh, he pinched the bridge of his nose. By the time he opened his eye again Aileen disappeared into the bathroom. The noise from her slamming the door echoed down the halls. Olek narrowed his eye, but instead of feeling anger, he felt a deep sense of sadness. The choice he wanted to leave in Ara's hands wasn't easy. It was just a question, there was nothing wrong with throwing in the towel, especially considering Ara's circumstances.

He leaned against the wall near the door, all he heard was Aileen's muffled voice from the other side of the thick and sturdy walls. He knew why Aileen didn't care much for himself. He was a killer, born and raised to take the lives of others. He only did it when necessary, but that didn't disregard the fact that Olek was a professional when it came to his trade. He was the embodiment of what Aileen strove to prevent, the death of others. Aileen was a healer by trade, she strove to save lives without using violence. They had two very conflicting ideals. He understood perfectly. He would have to leave Ara in her hands. Like Aileen had said, Ara was her patient, this was her field of expertise, not Olek's. He would have to trust Aileen for now. With that, he began to pace outside of the door, waiting for the update on Ara.

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Ara remained motionless the entire time. The instant Aileen removed her from the warm water Aramay began to shiver against Aileen. Within the bag were materials very similar to an EMT's response bag but with several alterations. There were various containers and vials containing unidentifiable liquids along with IV bags, pre-measured and labeled bags of a thick, dark colored semi-solid substance along with a bag of replacement feeding tubes. Several pairs of cutting impliments, namely a pair of medical scissors would be the closest to to top of the bag. And a piece of paper with notes scribbled all over it.

There was an uneasy darkenss about the room along with the unmistakeable feeling of being watched as there was a distinct sound of a heart beat that couldn't be sourced but most certainly felt. The light around Aileen's eyes quickly faded. Leaving her at a rather big disadvantage. It only lasts for a few seconds, but long enough for her to feel a shaky pair of hands wrap around her chest and mouth. "You've done a piss poor job of hiding. You're not doing a very good job with her either." Aileen would hear Holmes speak into one of her ears. "If you're trying to kill her, you're doing a better job than the lab."Holmes' grip was strong, yet it frequently waivered as though he had worked himself out to the point of exhaustion. It wasn't so much to keep her from moving. Moreso to get her to move the girl's body back towards the tub. Nothing seemed to wake her, and her cold pale skin made her look more dead than alive.

As much as Oren wanted to dart right back out of the house, he would be damned if he did so without attempting to ensure that his investment was still intact. Unfortunately they didn't seem to be doing a good job of it, and he wasn't well versed enough in the field to attempt trying to take her back on his own. His abilites were nothing to scoff at. On the other hand he made up for his over achievements with a severe lack of stamina to last more than a few minutes at a time. He needed a breather. Worse yet, he was only a door away from a house of possibly angry mutants. It was risky enough that he tried to go it alone by jumping ahead before the rest of the team would be able to reach their location. There was still time, but not as much as he would have liked.

Now he wondered what the hell he would be able to do with the time that he managed to squeeze out for himself. Going with the mutants was not one of his options. According to himself. Find a way to get the girl recovered enough for her to leave of her own accord, and possibly bring back another mutant in the process was more his goal.

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#, as written by Aramay
"Because you just turned a spotlight on yourself by bringing them into your home. They aren't exactly as quiet and careful as you are." He looked to Ara then back to Aileen. "She got herself into trouble when she didnt come back. She wasn't my case to start off with. If I didn't pick her up she would be dying in her cell instead." He paused for a few moments. "Children are dependent on help from others before they are strong enough to go on their own. Just wait until she has a little more time to grow." Holmes looked at Ara, which thankfully she had set back down into the warm water. Warm up her body again, raise her blood pressure, stave off shock. Aileen could be as smug as she wanted. Just because a project can't stand on its own yet doesn't mean it never will.

Aileen was getting on his nerves. He wanted nothing more than to push her face against the cold tile floor for demanding how to help Ara. What did she think he was trying to do here? He was risking far more than she would ever understand just being here. "Use your eyes . The answer is right in front of you." He spoke with annoyance through tightened lips. Within the bag were written instructions to himself. They weren't easy to read but with some patience they were decipherable.

Holmes' body jerked hearing what she said next. To be compared to these idiots who happened to have luck and brute strength where its needed. He wasn't on the run. Orfacing the business end of a gun. "I'm not waiting for them to break down my door." But there was one thing that she was right about. He was wearing himself down to the quick. Not having to move did help. Keeping a muscle tensed for so long however would not allow him to go without repercussions. "If you want to help her so badly. Be my guest. But you're running out of time..."

Aileen would then see the shadows swarm around the window to then dart around the side of the building headed towards the treeline. Like a diver running out of air he only gets half way across the clearing when the shadows seem to spasm after hitting a patch of light coming through the trees. They snap back into a human shape like rubber bands being let go and Holmes seems to fall to the ground gasping to catch his breath from the sudden shock. A plethora of obscenities and swear words fill his mind. Still struggling for breathe, he stumbles while getting back to his feet while propelling himself away from the house. The longer it takes for the other mutants to be alerted, the better chance he would have of getting a safe distance away. Preferably downwind from the mutants with gifted noses.