Letting out a loud laugh as Sam knocked the last guy to the ground Sam noticed the one he hit not to long ago finally hit the ground. He loved this part of the powers everything always looked cooler in slow motion! Looking around with a small nod of satisfaction the work was almost done most of the thugs were either injured or knocked out, but they were scattered and it was messy. “Let’s fix that!” yelled Sam to everyone not entirely sure how it would sound. Sure he was immune to the slow effects of his own powers but did that mean his sounds were as well?

Running around in circles either dragging or throwing the thugs into a tight area Sam grinned at the last one who seemed to be flying in the air with a pained expression on his face. “This is so cool!” exclaimed Sam as he followed the path of the slow moving thug as he slowly landed and then bounced into the pile full of the other thugs all except for the one that was in front of Sara, she and Luke were fighting to much and she need a punching bag.

Erecting a cage around them Sam turned his attention to Luke who was bleeding, was bleeding that however would change in about three seconds. Timing was everything when it came to this power and he only just thought of using this power this way recently. He was impressed he could hold it at long as he did. Running over to Luke Sam placed his hand on the wound and covered it with ice as best he could. It would kill some of the pain and stop the large amount of blood from leaking out.

“Time” Sam gasped as he felt the power of keeping wonderland open end. He was now sitting beside Luke gasping, “Guess you’ll have your answers when they wake Sam said as grinned, “Takes a lot out of me so you guys are up for the questioning!”

Sara wasn’t sure if she liked this experience of Sam’s new ability. Sara was able to almost move like a normal person, if she pushed herself. Feeling her fur not keep up around her or the wound on her shoulder not close up as fast as it should, was odd.

Time seem to clatter back to normal and Sara caught herself from stumbling forward when the amount she ha been pushing herself was no longer needed to move. “That’s creepy, Sam. Really creepy.”

Sara glanced at Luke to check and make sure he was being taken tare of before she turned her full attention on the one Sam left out of the cage. “Wakey, wakey.” Sara grabbed the young man’s hair and he groaned when she hauled him to his feat. “Think this one was dumb enough to wear ID of some kind?” Sara was already running her free hand in the boy’s pocket and pulled a nylon wallet out just as she finished the question. “Bingo. Now you take a seat.” Sara walked the boy to the cage Sam had set up, and shoved him down on his butt. Stifling a growl of pain from forgetting that her own wound hadn’t finished healing yet.

She rubber her shoulder and then opened the wallet. “It seems we have a Wade Thompson here.”

Once the... sluggishness had passed, Luke struggled to his feet. A part of him heard the comments that both Sam and Sara made but that didn't matter. What mattered was the conscious man that the feline had just identified.

"Who sent you? Who hired you? And who was your target?" Luke gritted out, doing his best to ignore the pain, weariness, and the icy chill from Sam's bandages. This wasn't going to be easy for him to get through but he was going to get this information even if it killed him! And... to be honest... if he didn't see a doctor or healer in the next few hours that would be a very real possibility.

Grinning at Sara’s comment he said, “Creepy? May be but can’t deny the fact that it comes in handy, and you should remember that if you ever misbehave in front of me!” he said as he continued to sit, “Problem is I don’t have much energy to do much after, and Luke if you want that whole to remain frozen over I would recommend you don’t go far, otherwise it will melt.”

Again he loved his new extension of his ability, loved and hated it. It had so much power and even more potential for uses but the problem was the after feeling. Fatigued, tired and slow sort of like waking up with a hangover after a big party only having less of a headache but intensifying the queasy feeling.

The cage he noticed was starting to get hard to hold together as well but seeing as none of the ones in the cage were awake yet it didn’t matter, “Luke interrogate him later, we got a name just get some of your people here to pick them up, we can get you fixed up and then we can go from there,” Sam let out a large yawn and put his hands on the ground behind him to hold himself up, “Sides you can barley think about it, hell you can’t even stand.”

Looking over to Sara Sam asked, “Don’t you think this will be easier for everyone once we see Doc? It be easier to interrogate them in the mansion, we can use the danger room! Scare them in to telling us!”

“Creepy? May be but can’t deny the fact that it comes in handy, and you should remember that if you ever misbehave in front of me!”

“No. That still doesn’t mean I’ll not misbehave around you, Slick. Especially if I think I might out last you.” Sara tilted her head so she could look at Sam and Luke, over her shoulder as she spoke, and still keep an eye on the gang members. Her arms crossed to hide the fact she was using one arm to support the other’s shoulder while the wound finished healing up.

"Who sent you? Who hired you? And who was your target?"

“Luke. Sit down. Please.” Even with Sam covering Luke’s arm with the ice, Sara could still smell the blood. The gang still seemed out of it, so Sara chanced a glance at Luke and Sam. Trying to decide if Sam had enough energy to make Luke do what Sara had asked, or if Luke would listen. She hesitated before putting a paw like hand on his shoulder to try and calm him down.

“Don’t you think this will be easier for everyone once we see Doc? It be easier to interrogate them in the mansion, we can use the danger room! Scare them in to telling us!”

“And I can actually know what this danger room is that you guys talk about.” Sara shook her head. If the room was dangerous why be so proud of it?

Luke was tired and beat-up almost to the poitn of exhaustion. Common sense would dictate that he shoudl take a break and leave Sara and Sam to handle any interrogations but the anger and frustration that had been building for so long was pushing him to ignore anything but his objective. If there had been any way to bottle this kind of focus and sell it to the government for military purposes than they could have made a mint, but nothing chemical could ever match the primal feelings that were coursing through the man right now.

“Luke interrogate him later, we got a name just get some of your people here to pick them up, we can get you fixed up and then we can go from there.” Sam spoke up with a yawn, “Sides you can barley think about it, hell you can’t even stand.”

Luke stood to his feet, doing his best to maintain some semblance of balance in order to prove to both Sam and Sara that he was fine! He could take punishment and keep right on going just as well as anyone! "I can stand and I don't have people for this." Luke gritted out as his cloudy eyes narrowed from frustration and pain. His tired brain didn't even notice that he was answering the questions out of order. "I do this kind of thing solo so that nobody gets in my way and nobody else has a chance of getting hurt."

Taking a step towards the cage Luke felt his knee buckle but he caught himself quickly, stumbling and uprighting himself. He was to weak and he knew it. There was no way he could get information out of those punks once they realized he could barely stand much less do anything more threatening.

"Take them back to the mansion if that's what you want." Luke muttered as his sonar focused down to as tight a beam as he could manage, sketching the facial features of each perpetrator in his mind, "Just let me know what you find out."

He could take care of himself, he didn't need Doc Prof. All he needed were some bandages back at his apartment, food, and probably two days of solid rest. He didn't need help!

Frowning Sam stood up and then walked over to the cage, using his powers he opened one of the bars and pushed the human that was free inside locking him with all the others, then Sam put the cage on wheels of ice, “Right we can take them now and Sara, would you mind taking care of Luke, he keeps moving and it’s getting harder and harder for me to control the ice covering his hole, plus if we don’t get him to Doc soon I don’t think he’ll be able to do much investigating….”

Knowing full well that Luke as stubborn as he was would bring out a whole bag of protests to his idea of getting him to see the doctor. Struggling to climb the top of the ice Cage Sam got to the top which was wasn’t barred but more of a platform than anything, “All aboard,” Sam said as he started to direct the wheels forward, “Sara your coming to I am going to need help getting them in the Danger room and help getting Luke to see the Doc. “

Sara frowned as Luke started moving, and trying to convince the other two he was fine. Sara glanced between the blind man and Sam with her deadpan kitty eyes. She was after all, part predator. Her less than human half self survived on picking off the weak. But oh yeah. Luke was just fine. A little blood loss and a little bullet wound never killed anyone. “Right Luke. What ever you want to believe.”

“Sara your coming to I am going to need help getting them in the Danger room and help getting Luke to see the Doc. “

“You got it.” Sara grabbed for Luke’s upper arm. “Luke, this is for your best interest and you ego will probably feel the worst.” Sara said as she spun Luke around so he was facing her and she looked him in the eye. “Perhaps that’s the result of this action I’m going to enjoy.” With that Sara slammed a right fist into the side of Luke’s head. Before he dropped she caught him and threw him over her shoulder like a sack of cement. The two of them then joined Sam at the top of the mobile ice cage.

(Luke, If I need to change this. Tell me.)

(OOC: Nope, no need to change anything. I was gonna tell you that would probably be neccesary anyhow. )

IC:

Luke was beginning to limp away. He was going to walk away from this and take care of himself all by himself if it was the last thing he did!

“Luke, this is for your best interest and you ego will probably feel the worst.” Sara suddenly spoke up as she grabbed Luke's shoulder and spun hims aroun. For a moment, all the blind man could do was just stand there and try to comprehend was she was saying. It was strange... in Winter Wonderland his body had been slow while his mind was fast but now it was beginning to feel the other way around. Why couldn't he think straight?

“Perhaps that’s the result of this action I’m going to enjoy.”

It came out of nowhere. One moment Luke was standing there, just trying to get a grasp of what was going on around him, and the next a furry paw was slamming into the side of his head and sending him off into oblivion. Here there was no struggle to think about anything and no struggle to maintain his masculinity. Nope, here there was only darkness.

(OOC: Luke is now unconscious. You two can feel free to handle the RP up until he regains consciousness in the Mansion Infirmary.)

(Permission granted from both Cold Steal and Luke to god mode and finish this thread.)

Atop Sam’s mobile cage, Sara stretched Luke out. She tried to make him as comfortable looking as one can make someone who has just been punched out. She pulled her jacket off and folded it to put under Luke’s head because Luke didn’t need to catch pneumonia after being shot and going to the mansion. After all What would Raina think?

Sara then told Sam to start moving to the mansion. There were sirens approaching and what ever evidence was there, was going to be gone in two minutes. Sara would have to move fast while Sam got the cage moving.

She did a flying leap off of the top of the mobile cage, and landed quite gracefully n her feet, then ran for the fight seen, and the vans where the gang had appeared from. Scooping up the various hand guns on her way and dropping them into her back pack, as she ran. What ever wasn’t on Sara’s path, was left, but Sara did manage to pick up a few of the semi automatic whachamacallits. And a knife. A pretty knife too. Sara’s knife now.

The vans had been left open. Sara spend about 30 seconds in each. For the most part they were clean. There were blankets in the back, and over the seats, that were probably for warmth while the boys waited for their prey. The thought made Sara’s nose wrinkle. Under the seat Sara found two six packs of bear, that was also claimed as Sara’s amo boxes and two XM8 rifles. .. .. .. Sara didn’t know much about every type of gun, but she did do research with Ayesac for some of his jobs. This looked familiar.. .. ..Yoik!

With the pilfered goods stuck in Sara’s back pack, Sara hooked her padded fingers between the plastic holding the 6-packs together, and the XM8s went under her arm. All safety’s were double checked, and she peaked over the top of the last van as she heard the sirens turn to the next corner and the spinning red and blue lights could be seen flashing across the buildings. Sara’s tail disappeared between the buildings just before the police cruisers turned the corner.

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Back at the mansion, Sara had rushed Luke to the infirmary. Doc Prof gave Sara an odd look as the feline told him Luke was shot in the arm but he needed his head examined as well. Then it was right back down to the front porch to help Sam with the thugs. Sam had to be tired after all the ice work and winter wonderland stuff.

Once in the gang was in the danger room. Sara sat down, popped the tab on the beer, and waited. She waited for Sam to rest, for Luke to recover, and for the gang to wake up so she could scare the crap out of them. Unfortunately with all the scaring, the gang boys still didn’t know who hired them to kill.