To Evelyn's relief, Sveta managed to handle the rest of the whole take down the guards situation. Rubbing her head and grimacing, she tried to clear her thoughts. New playback, new playback...sobriety pleaseeeee. She thought. Finally she filtered out of the memory and stood up wishing she had something to wash her mouth out with. "There's the whole sort of 'can't forget anything' piece of my power that tends to make things...a bit too realistic. I just picked the wrong drunk memory." Evelyn grimaced. She wasn't sure the other girl would understand, and she wasn't sure she wanted to waste time explaining. She fished for key cards from the men and motioned down the hall.

"Let's just try to get this done. I'd kill for some headache medicine right now..." She put a few paces between her and Sveta. As intense as the last playback was, she didn't want to see power intensified memories.

(ooc: can add to this if needed. Haven't caught either of you online to see where exactly I'm going now >.>))

Gawain did not have to wait long to get punched. Sputtering from the impact he side-stepped the next hit and tripped the guy, sending him stumbling into the nearest table. Now the security was on its way too, and the friendly ladies scattered. Oh well. By his count, by now the girls either had everything under control downstairs, or the mission was screwed anyway.

Sam seemed to be enjoying himself... until something or other erupted in flames.

>> "Dude! It's Hot Hands!"

"I'm happy for ya" Gawain growled, eyeing the other security guard that approached more carefully, and didn't display any powers so far "Can we please behave like civilized..."

The other guard pulled a gun.

"... oh sh*t."

Gawain ducked under the shot and barreled into the guy, sending both of them onto the floor. Fighting in a suit was far from ideal, and he felt something or other tear in his attire. Splendid.

"We really..." he gasped as he punched the guy in the face and kicked the gun away "... need to get our sh*t together... like, right now."

Where were the girls, anyway?...

”We got time.” Sam said in response to Gawain as he tackled the guy to the ground and disarmed him. Sam nodded his head in approval of the punch and the kicking of the gun however the tackle could have been down a little differently. Heat distracted him as a hand covered in flames reached out and tried touching Sam. He stood back and his own hands erupted in ice. ”No, too close.” Sam said as he kicked with a roundhouse to Hot hands inside right leg causing him to stagger forward. Sam hit him with a quick jab to the nose then hopped back again. Ice around his hands vanished quickly he was still trying to downplay his powers at least until he could make sure that police weren’t going to be involved he’d probably get chewed out for this little double date.

Hot hands yelled something while grabbing his nose, which was now bleeding his hand touching his nose stopped being on fire which meant he either couldn’t handle his own heat or he was trying to asses the damage done. Sam spent a few seconds trying to remember how he beat him last time, water and electrocution did the trick now however he wasn’t sure he’d be able to do the same trick especially with Gawain and the other guard next to them and the other people in the ball room.

”You got an eye out for an escape routes?” Sam said not really to worried about escaping, Sam was fully capable of making a reflective surface just hot hands couldn’t touch it. Taking a few steps towards Gawain he noticed another guard or two were nearing them pushing people out of the way.

Looking down Sam noticed the rip in Gawain’s suit. ”Was that a rental or did you buy the suit?” Sam asked curiously.

>>"There's the whole sort of 'can't forget anything' piece of my power that tends to make things...a bit too realistic. I just picked the wrong drunk memory. Let's just try to get this done. I'd kill for some headache medicine right now..."

"You might have to." Sveta smirked, picking up the men's guns before they moved down the hallway towards the only heavy door at the end. That had to be it. She was glad Evelyn managed to sober herself up and took charge of the cards. That power of hers had to suck. Sveta made sure her gloves were pulled up so there was minimum chance of accidentally boosting her partner at the wrong moment.

"Dere might be someone in there with him" she whispered as they approached the door. She holstered one gun and checked the other, standing read at the side of the door "I'll go in first, only follow when the coast is clear. And keep an eye out for reinforcements."

Once the card was applied and the door slid open, Sveta burst in with gun raised and ready.

Evelyn paused at the door as her head cleared, letting the echoes analyze the situation. Of course there would be a guard in the room. Nothing could ever just be easy with the x-men, right? Although she had to wonder how Sveta fit into this situation. If she was hanging out with Sam and Mirror, she probably was less towards the goodie-goodie side of things. Vigilante? That seemed more likely as she took the gun and burst into the room.

The x-men were never lucky it seemed. There was the immediate sounds of a scuffle and Evelyn pulled out her sai. Follow when the coast is clear...

To hell with that.

The nice thing about having a throwing weapon was the ability to, well, throw them. With a quick toss, and some guidance from the echoes, the metal weapon flew threw the air and knocked the guard across the head. The grazing hit ensured no long term damage (hopefully), but the man dropped at a rate that she couldn't guarantee no temporary injuries. In the corner, the captive man seemed torn between relieved and suspicious. It probably wasn't common to be rescued by girls in format attire.

Especially wielding guns and sai...

"So, headache medicine, yes?" Evelyn remarked, grabbing her weapon and motioning towards the door.

>>”You got an eye out for an escape routes?”

"I am the escape route!" Gawain snapped, punching the guard's lights out before he scrambled back to his feet. Sam was fighting someone with fire powers, which took ice mirrors off the list. However, like in many other fancy hotels, there was no shortage of reflecting surfaces around.

>>”Was that a rental or did you buy the suit?”

"You bought it" Gawain smirked, assessing the damage. The suit was torn in the shoulder, and he could not have cared any less about it. Mission expenses.

"So, are you done dancing with your college buddy, or should I wait around a little more?" he asked, keeping an eye on the other two approaching guards, half expecting them to manifest powers too "If the girls are not done in the bathroom yet, we're just gonna have to crash their beauty party."

”Make your move then!” Sam said watching as hot hands took another step towards him then another, ”Think we might need to rush things a bit, didn’t count for them to be this well staffed.” Sam said as he dodged hot hands landing a blow to the back of his arm. Hot hands yelled and took a step back. ”I mean I can beat him, just I’m a little worried about the girls you know?” Sam said turning his attention back to Gawain who was taking care of himself.

Sam looked around trying to find something to help him turn the tide long enough for them to get away without using too much of his powers. Too much attention would mean trouble down the line then again, Sam looked around at the chaos that was the ballroom. He looked to the punch bowl at the banquet table and smirked. ”Right well I might have bought the suit but it came out of your paycheck.” Sam started to move towards the table where the punch bowl was along with the other refreshments.

Hot hands slowly walked towards Sam shaking his arm occasionally to get feeling back, “Where you going Ice hands?” Hot hands said trying to get Sam to attack after the comment. Sam smirked, ”Cold shoulder would have worked better hot hands.” Sam backed up to the table with the punch bowl and waited for Hot hands to charge.

The guards in the room went down fast, especially with the unsolicited help of Evelyn.

"Nice throw" Sveta remarked with a smirk before she moved over to the captive.

>>"So, headache medicine, yes?"

"You can knock yourself out back on the jet" Sveta cut the ties on the captive and smiled at her "Sam says hi, he's busy upstairs. Let's get out of here before we have to hurt more people." she said in Russian. The man nodded and stood up, following them to the door.

"Do you think dere is any chance the cavalry is coming?" she asked, peeking out into the corridor "Our cavalry, I mean, not deirs. Can you page your boyfriend and tell them we're ready?"

Evelyn fiddled with the com, fighting for a signal, and nodded to Sveta. "You boys done flirting so we can get out of here, or are you busy making friends still?" She commented into the mike. As they started moving again, the sound got a little fuzzy, then it cleared again once they reached the stairs. She really needed to invest in stronger equipment.

"Lets see how they answer. Our luck Sam hit on the wrong girl's boyfriend." She joked. Not that Sam would, right?

Right?

>>”Make your move then! Think we might need to rush things a bit, didn’t count for them to be this well staffed... I mean I can beat him, just I’m a little worried about the girls you know?”

"Yeah, I am too" Gawain frowned. It was high time to high tail it out of the whole mess. He had faith in the girls' capabilities, just not in time. Or their hosts.

>>”Right well I might have bought the suit but it came out of your paycheck.”

"I don't get a paycheck" Gawain reminded Sam. It would have been so much easier if he did, he mused for a second, before they were back to business, and Sam was about to hit Hot Hands with a punch bowl. Or something. There was a pun in there somewhere. Punch. Heh.

"All right, whenever you get the time, would you mind terribly giving us a mirror right about here?" he asked, joining Sam on the far side of the table, close enough to reach out and grab him whenever a reflecting surface was ready.

>>"You boys done flirting so we can get out of here, or are you busy making friends still?"

"Hold on, we'll be there in a sec to pick you up." he answered, looking at Sam "Ready when you are."

”Remind me when we get back and I’ll get right on that then.” Sam said with a slight smirk as he sidestepped and tripped hot hands into the table knocking over the punchbowl and sending steam and punch towards Gawain. Finger foods wen everywhere and Sam took a few steps over towards the table to smack the back of hot hands head. Ice formed a small from Sam’s hand and braced hot hands head to the table while Sam’s other hand shot up and pointed towards where Gawain was standing. A reflective surface formed inches from Gawain’s feet from the punch and steam.

Sam ignored Eve’s comment till he hopped the table and stood on the surface as mist erupted up around them to make their escape at least a delayed notice. ”Didn’t get her number.” Sam said to Eve while clapped Gawain on the shoulder. ”Keep it cool Hot Hands!” Sam called out as he gave Gawain a nod. ”Good to go. Hopefully Serge isn’t getting too hand on. He has a thing for blondes if I recall.” Sam said with a smirk.

>>”Didn’t get her number. Keep it cool Hot Hands! Good to go. Hopefully Serge isn’t getting too hand on. He has a thing for blondes if I recall.”

"Well, he's your friend" Gawain smirked. He waited a few seconds until they had some cover from the steam before pulling Sam into the reflection, then away. It was hard to find an exit point right where they needed to be, so they ended up merging out of an observational one-way mirror in a room next to where the girls were. Peeking out into the hallway Gawain made sure the coast was clear before they walked out to meet them.

"Ladies, the chariot's here, let's go!"

[OOC: Sorry, switched the order a little, made more sense]

>>"Ladies, the chariot's here, let's go!"

Sveta grinned as they all met up in the hallway, although she was still holding a gun in one hand and looking around to make sure no one decided to shoot someone in the last moment.

"How nice of you." she smirked at Sam "Did you have fun while we did all de hard work down here?"

”A little fun, didn’t get any numbers though.” Sam said attempting to wink at Sveta, he had one eye it would have just looked like a blink. “Oh ho Samuel!” Serge said letting out a loud but weak laugh as he walked up and slapped Sam on the back as hard as he could when they hugged. “Good to see you still have refined taste in your friends…. Very refined.” Serge was now looking back to the girls and grinning. It was a Serge thing to do, Sam was just glad they didn’t break him too much. ”Back off, they are both spoken for.” Sam said to Serge deciding it best not to go into what Russian he could to tell him back off. Sveta was there still.

Sam looked from one girl to the next and determined they had a little more fun than them. He didn’t have Eve’s powers to pick up clues but he could see she looked a little queasy. Either Sveta did something bad that he was going to have to discuss with Eve later or Eve wasn’t used to the power boost. Sam hoped it was the power boost, he’d rather not try and defend his employees.

Sam slapped Gawain on the back and then nodded his head as Serge slapped Sam on the burn, “We get out of here now yes?” he asked looking to the door where the girls had entered. Footsteps and shouts could be heard from down the hall, Sam lifted his hand and shot ice into the door frame sealing it shut for a little more time. ”They’ll probably know it’s me now anyways.” he said shrugging. ”Gawain, take us home!”

Evelyn tried to clear her head as Sam and Gawain reappeared. But the echoes were still being awfully vocal, and it didn't help they noted the lingering smell of women's perfume around the two guys as they reappeared. She wasn't the jealous type. Nope. Not going to be the jealous type. But her hand still twitched slightly as the echoes carried on about it.

Mission. All for the mission you dumb voices. She thought to herself. Like it ever helped talking to herself.

She was going to be insane by 40, she just knew it.

"Hope you two didn't enjoy yourself too much." Evelyn noted. Headache medicine, mouthwash... They certainly seemed to have had a better time than her. She wasn't going to explain the whole getting sick thing though. Dumb echoes. Dumb dumb echoes. She tugged at her jacket, realizing this would have been a good time to get the gloves out. Little late to stop the escape though to grab them. Mirror could handle the echoes anyway. Well, normal echoes. They did seem...louder.