>>>" This doesn't bode well. If the two of us have had the dream, others may have as well."

It was not a normal dream. It would have been a remarkable coincidence if the only two people who had such strange and similar dreams managed to find each other and discuss their nightly visions. It was highly unlikely, unless the nighttime visions were something more than a random occurrence that affected only the two of them. Much more likely, it seemed, was the scenario that others had also had similar dreams. That was unfortunate, because it might alert the sponsors of the Haywire project that something was up even before they started to take action.

Garrett's explanation that they were already in the lab where the scientist or team of scientists who usually worked on the virus was troubling. It seemed that someone must have gotten to the virus before them. The question was what would that person do with it? Were they of the same mindset as Garrett and Sebastian, or were they out to protect the virus from destruction?

Sebastian accepted the key card from his colleague and turned to the door that led to the next room. With a swish and a beep it opened. A stool from the other side became his doorstop. This secondary laboratory was empty. There wasn't even a cooler where the virus could be hidden, so the unicorn shifter swiftly made his way to the opposite door that led, in all likelihood, back to the hallway again. This time when he swished the key card it didn't make its friendly beep and open for him. The little light turned red, clearly indicating that his access was denied. Something like this never would have happened if they had simple metal keys with old fashioned locks and bolts. You can't turn off a key like that from a distance, nor could you change a lock without at least a few minutes of work.

Just to be sure he hadn't done it wrong, Sebastian swished his key through the slot again. Again the red light appeared. This time however, the door slid open. It wasn't his key that had opened it, though. On the other side of the door stood Syn, the red and black haired woman that worked at the Sanctuary. Sebastian was not intimately familiar with her, but had seen her around on many occasions and gotten the impression that the others looked up to her as a leader.

>>>"Looking for something?"

“Syn.” Sebastian stepped backwards so she could enter the laboratory. Ever the gentleman, he swept his arm out to indicate that her pathway was clear. “Please come in.”

“Garrett,” he called toward the cracked door to the next room, “We have company.” And now it was time to discover what Syn's intensions were. Sebastian indicated one of the remaining stools with his hand. “Make yourself comfortable.” She was free to take a seat if she wished. The countertop could serve as a meeting table. He took his own seat around the corner of the table, and left the stool closest to the door for Garrett.

“What can we do for you?” He asked earnestly.

Clickety clack, clickety clack, delete, delete, delete. It seemed much easier than Garrett had expected. He would occasionally crane his neck to the side to look through at Sebastian's progress. The man was charming, a living antuique. It was amusing to Garrett to watch him puzzle over technology. Many times he had wanted to give him a hand, but the bumbling was just too fun. Files went down the drain as fast as he could dispose of them. Neverhteless, all of this was for naught. He needed the sample and the synthesized concoction.

"Garrett, we have company." More inept security? The now bristly head peeked over, the red and black locks giving him a bit of a gymnastics competition in his stomach? When had Syn become so efficient? It wasn't something that he had been planning on by a long shot. He finished what he was doing at the console and then stood, not quite sure of what to do next. There was little doubt now of Syn's intentions. The samples had been moved already and now the Red Queen had arrived to see what her subject and the unicorn were up to in her domain.

Fortunately, one does not become a Red Bishop without a good bit of research. Outside of the various legal documents he had been poring over for the last month, once he had given himself the clearance, the Order's membership came before him as well. It would be daft and naive to face any of the Council without at least an inkling of their capabilities. Protocol and courtesy were ridiculous to him at the moment. While Syn was immensely strong and could fold Garrett into an origami design with ease, the danger came with her use of pheromones. She could easily draw this conversation out as long as she liked by lulling the two into whatever dreamy state she wished. No, protocol had no place in this race.

An elbow into one of the emergency biohazard compartments came first, the shattered glass tinkling on the floor beneath him. Garrett reached in and pulled a small canister of oxygen attached to a large face shield with a wrap around seal and a small connection to a rebreather. A few clicks and the hiss of the O ring on the oxygen and Garrett was airtight. He really didn't have the time for games. Lives were at stake by the millions. He stepped into the room and nodded at the Queen and took a seat for himself. A muffled yet audible voice got to the point. " Hello Syn. Where are the samples?"

The surprised look on Sebastians face was expected. This was followed by a strange occurance. Seizure, though his tone and body language said uh oh, had his face covered in an oxygen mask. Syn knew that Seizure knew a mask wasn't required while in the lab. What was his reason for wearing it then? Unless he knew about the Red Queen's persuasiveness.

Both men offered Syn a chair as they made themselves comfortable. With a slight shake of her head Syn refused. Seizure jumped right to the point. "Why are you in such dire need of the samples my dear Seizure? Are you planning on doing something with them all on your own?"

There was an awkward moment of silence that seemed to stretch on forever as Sebastian and Syn waited for Garrett to join them in the makeshift conference room. Syn did not sit down, nor did she answer his question. The unicorn shifter assumed that his colleague was finishing whatever it was he was doing on the computer, but a moment after that thought entered his mind, the formerly bald man appeared in the doorway wearing some sort of airtight underwater suit.

Sebastian raised an eyebrow at him, the only sign that he was surprised by the man's strange attire. He got the distinct impression that Garrett knew something that he did not, such as whether they were going to be in danger of drowning in the near future.

Garrett did not explain and Syn did not ask. Instead, the yellow-suited man got right to the point of asking the commanding woman where the samples had been moved. Which meant that she was also in the know about the mysterious Haywire project and probably had a different opinion on what the outcome of those samples should be. It also meant that she had the authority to have had them moved, hidden, or possibly even evacuated while the two men were still viewing the site of their future clinic and apartment.

Her response to the question didn't provide the answers Garrett had requested, but even the fact that she didn't answer his request for information confirmed some of Sebastian's suspicions. She talked to him like he was one of her subordinates, which would put her up fairly high if not at the top of some sort of hierarchy of which Sebastian had previously been unaware. She didn't speak like she was a boss and he was an employee. No, she treated him like he was an insubordinate lieutenant in her army. She responded with a question to Seizure, so Sebastian waited for him to answer. He knew the woman better than he did, knew the situation better than he did, and would therefore be able to form a response more appropriate for this situation. He hoped.

Taking a seat on the stool, Garrett's breath was blowing back in his face inside the mask, a miniature fog bank brewing in the base of the faceplate. "Why are you in such dire need of the samples my dear Seizure? Are you planning on doing something with them all on your own?" Judging from the sweet tone of the Queen, Garrett imagined he would be glazed over and grinning at her were the mask not applied. Though wearing it played a card in his hand, it was a well played one, considering the circumstances and the ticking time constraints.

He didn't return the smile that Syn shot at him. More than likely, it was her way of making things seem so civilized when the girl could easily rip his limbs off and beat him with them. He went straight for the throat of the point, digging in. " It's really quite simple, Syn. The samples could and probably would be converted into an airborne strain. That can't happen. Of course, it would go with the plans to do so, but the backlash is too great a cost. Millions of our kind will be slaughtered as a result of this. There are cleaner ways to become dominant. This is sloppy and it simply won't do."

" I do not want them for my personal use or gain. I want them destroyed. I also want the non contagious synthesized samples destroyed along with any other volumes of the stuff. I am sure you had the dream and you know what came of it. The chaos and loss of life, our lives. We can make a much more deeper cut using the laws of man. You saw my initial presentation. It's a drop in the bucket." Stating things in such an open way could cause problems, or at least a good talking to, by Garrett's friend and soon-to-be roommate. Had he more time to plan than one day, he might have had a better tactic. To the point and civility be damned would be theway to go this time around.

Looking Sebastian over Syn got a sense that he was more along for the ride than Seizure. He had a look of being slightly out of place, maybe even a bit confused as well. The man remained silent for now. Most likely waiting for the discussion between herself and Seizure to continue.

And continue it did. Seizure had a determined tone yet Syn picked up echos of fear and dread. So, it was evident that both men had also had their own variations of the dream. The turning point was when Seizure admitted he didn't want the DNA, but instead he wanted it destroyed along with the synthesized serum. No, that would not due. Syn placed her own life on the line in getting the girl named 'Jack' in order to obtain and use her mutation for the purposes of the Order.

Syn was fully enraged by this virtual backstabbing. "I know the potentials for Haywire. Why do you think we captured the mutant and then obtained her DNA? The Haywire mutation was always planned to be used as a weapon to level the playing field. I know many mutants and humans will die, but think about it more. What better time for the surviving mutants to rise up and surpass the weakling humans?"

Right about this point Syn began flooding the room with her pheremones to subdue Sebastian and make him feel more passive and less likely to act against the Red Queen. She knew it wasn't going to work on Seizure as he took precautions, but it would make things more even in her favor should it come down to getting physical. "I will not allow you to destroy what I put my own life in danger to get. You will not find the DNA samples and I've already sent the last of the synthezied Haywire out of the building."

One could learn a great deal by listening. He was now learning things about the motivations of the two people at the table with him, such as they both claimed to have mutant domination over humans as a goal. He learned that Garrett cared for order and method while Syn seemed to prefer chaos to achieve her goals. Syn was willing to make great sacrifices, even of mutant lives, to achieve her goals. Garrett was much more calculating and looked for the most logical and least risky path to success.

He also learned that Syn didn't like when people went behind her back and against her wishes. As he was merely observing the proceedings he had plenty of time to observe the symptoms of anger building up in the red and black haired woman. A flare of the nostrils when Garrett announced his intensions, a slight change in the color of the skin on her face, both were very telling signs that she was very angry with her subordinate. Then there was her raised tone of voice as she asked her outraged rhetorical questions. Now he was learning about the origins of the Haywire virus and its intended uses; it was originally a mutation and was becoming a weapon against humanity.

He could get angry about not having known these things before. He could get angry that these two and probably others who lived at Sanctuary as well were actively trying to bring about the downfall of the human race. He could get angry about a lot of things, but he usually didn't. He didn't lose his temper often and he didn't lose it now either. He had never pried too deeply into the beliefs of the other Sanctuary residents, so he wasn't offended that he hadn't known about those particular sentiments. As for any plots to destroy the human race, he had heard them all before. Mutants of every generation had tried to get power over humans. Sometimes they succeeded, as in the days of Olympus. Other times they failed miserably, as during the Salem Witch Hunts. There was no need to get angry about it, only to make plans to help prevent as much loss of life as possible on both sides. He didn't particularly care who was in power so long as people weren't killing each other left and right. His ideal world would be one where people of all genetic variations could live out their lives in peace. War was certainly not the way to achieve that.

Even if he normally would have become angry, it would be difficult to do so. The air was perfumed with something that smelled like honey mixed with cedar, and it was very relaxing. He supposed it must be a perfume that Syn wore that he'd never noticed before. It was an odd scent for a perfume, but if it relaxed people it might be useful for her to wear when she was commanding her troops or giving bad news such as:

>>>“You will not find the DNA samples and I've already sent the last of the synthesized Haywire out of the building."

That was a shame. He could hardly blame her for taking such precautions, though. He did wonder where she might have sent it to. The only possibilities he could think of were sending it back to the Sanctuary in hopes that people wouldn't look for it there, sending it to some other research facility, or just sending it out to drive around for awhile until people stopped looking for it. If he had been her, he would choose the foremost of the three options if it was available. Barring that, he would have gone with option three and used some of his best men or women to guard it during its indefinitely long transport.

It was amazing how clearly he could analyze the options while he was so relaxed. There was no adrenaline clouding his judgments. The question was not what he would do, but rather whether the raven and scarlet haired woman would have reasoned through things in the same way when she was feeling the pressure of getting the samples hidden quickly. Or perhaps she was bluffing. Maybe she had the samples with her right now and the rest was a ruse. He didn't trust her as far as she could throw Pluto to tell the truth, but a slight frown was all she got as a physical reaction to her pronouncement.

She was angry, no doubt about it."I know the potentials for Haywire. Why do you think we captured the mutant and then obtained her DNA? The Haywire mutation was always planned to be used as a weapon to level the playing field. I know many mutants and humans will die, but think about it more. What better time for the surviving mutants to rise up and surpass the weakling humans?" What was it exactly? Was she in denial or simply questioning Seizure's intelligence? It very well could have been a deadly mixture of the two. Haywire was Syn's child. She loved and petted it to the point that life without it seemed fruitless. A slight tic caught the man beneath his eye. His tone was even and quiet while waves of anger skittered over him like billions of baby spiders, fresh from their sacs.

" How many mutant organizations do you know at NORAD? Or FEMA? The infrastructure of humanity has quite the leg up on our kind. Wiping so many of the species out will send the leaders into caves stocked high with supplies. Supplies to outlast everything above ground in nuclear winter. If we were one hundred strong or more, I might actually go along with you. We have no solidarity as a people. We must establish our roots before we can dominate. It's a natural fact." As hot and humid as the innards of the mask were becoming, shivers of cold sweats were sliding through his prickly stubble.

Then she went ahead and pushed the button. The big red one that you just don't. "I will not allow you to destroy what I put my own life in danger to get. You will not find the DNA samples and I've already sent the last of the synthesized Haywire out of the building." That was it, huh? The Queen had spoken and no one could or would dare speak against her. A pulsing hum was running through Seizure's brain, a doldrum of unchecked rage. " I see. Not going to budge are you? Fine. ..fine....."

He stepped from the room into the previous one, opening its door to reveal the man he had recently promoted. The human looked at him with concern. " I heard some shouting. Everything alright in there? Seizure's hand extended, palm up. " Nothing a few 9's can't fix. Give me your sidearm." The man recoiled slightly, quickly taking a defensive posture. "You know I can't do that, Mr. Wills!" A few moments later, Seizure was taking it off safety. " It's Doctor Wills, thankyouverymuch."

Stepping back into the room, he saw a stark contrast of facial expressions. Sebastian, no doubt under the Queen's sweet spell, was sitting quietly on the stool, a look of contented bliss. Before him , however, was the face of one's superior who chooses not to cooperate. The gun was raised toward Syn, directly at her chest. " I only know some of your gifts, Syn. Your pheromonal veil, your superhuman strength. There are surely more secrets you have. I want two. One, the location of the DNA. Two, the coordinates of the rest of it. Otherwise, we will find out if your secret gift has to do with bullets. I truly hope so, Syn." The hand holding the pistol was sure and still. The eyes, wide with belief in himself, were sure to follow.

Syn's little stand against Seizure was wearing the man's patience down. She could tell it from his voice even though it was partially muffled by the mask. All the same she knew she had a stronger will than him. That was proven when Seizure left the room and returned with a pistol.

Was he seriously out of his mind? Did he want to die? He actually aimed the weapon at her then proceeded to demand information on where Haywire was while also hoping the girl had another hidden secret to save her from being shot. Her temper was at it's peak now. Her persuasion over Seb now changed as her emotions were swimming in the pheremones. Rage filled the air like an invisible sinister cloud of doom.

Syn closed the distance to just a couple of feet between herself and the lunatic aiming at her by taking very confident and deliberate steps towards him. Her face showed no fear and her eyes were fierce. "You dare threaten me with a gun!? You obviously haven't thought this through my dear Bishop. Do you have any idea what could happen to you?" Syn stared Seizure straight in the eyes as she stood with the gun pointed at her. "Here's my response to your demands. One, never! And two I don't think you have the balls."

Things were rapidly getting out of hand. It was becoming more and more obvious that they were not going to be able to coax any information out of Syn about what she did with the samples with words, whether they were coated with vinegar or honey they were proving to be completely ineffective. Garrett had a back up plan, though. It involved a gun. Sebastian hated guns, but maybe in this case it would be for the greater good if the threat of using it caused Syn to back down.

>>>" I only know some of your gifts, Syn. Your pheromonal veil, your superhuman strength. There are surely more secrets you have. I want two. One, the location of the DNA. Two, the coordinates of the rest of it. Otherwise, we will find out if your secret gift has to do with bullets. I truly hope so, Syn."

>>>"You dare threaten me with a gun!? You obviously haven't thought this through my dear Bishop. Do you have any idea what could happen to you?" ... "Here's my response to your demands. One, never! And two I don't think you have the balls."

Completely different emotion swept over him, as if rage were emanating from the pair or them and infecting the very air. A “pheromonal veil” as Garrett had called it was covering the room, causing moods to rapidly swing toward fury. It was a rancid stench that combined rotting meat with the sickly sweetness of rotting roses. It was an infectious emotion that ate away at a person until it consumed them completely. The calmness and clearheadedness he had been feeling were swept aside by a new more violent emotion.

Sebastian didn't like feeling this way. This was not his emotion. That realization did nothing to change how he felt, however. No matter how foreign it felt to have such chemicals racing through his bloodstream, speeding up his heart rate and and his breathing there was nothing he could do to change it. There was an energy building, like a coil wound too tightly. His entire body was ready, either to run or to fight.

Something had to give. The tension in the room was so tight that it would snap sooner or later, it might as well be him that snapped it. Without thinking too much about what he was doing, Sebastian whipped his stool out from beneath himself and threw it towards Syn in one fluid motion. While he didn't exactly expect it to hurt her very badly, he used the distraction and thousands of years of training his reflexes to quickly move around the table and behind her back. More roughly than he would have if he were not flooded with such anger, he grasped her wrists behind her back, and held them firmly with his left hand while he used his other to begin a search of her pockets.

“Liar, you probably have the samples right here,” he growled and pulled a key card out of her right front pocket. He didn't know what the Haywire was supposed to look like, but he knew it wasn't this.

Garrett felt the rush of adrenaline coursing through his veins."You dare threaten me with a gun!? You obvi--wa wa wa--- I don't think you have the balls." The sound for most of her response was the sound that the teacher in the old Charlie Brown cartoons would make. The last bit definitely caught Garrett square in the ego, where it was most likely targeted. Good show, Syn. The sudden movement of the unicorn and the flash of the flourescent lighting on the Queen's red all access keycard was all the neural manipulator needed to take action.

They say that once adrenaline begins working, the world slows down. They were quite correct, whoever they were. Moments trailed by slowly as if they were the slime trail of a fat slug. Garrett slid to his left, his own reflexes wired tight. He snatched Syn's key card and was backing out of the door. Balls, huh. While he had to be generic to avoid hitting his friend, Garrett squeezed the trigger, aiming generally for the girl's torso. She probably ate bullets for breakfast, but all he needed was a distraction and to put distance between them.

The obstacle firmly kicked free, Garrett let the door between him and the two grapplers shut and a satisfying click came, the magnetic lock sliding home. There was one barrier. He suspected with her strength, she could make it through this one. So he made his way through two more doors and sealed them as well. Even her massive physicality couldn't tear through so much steel. Turning his back on the scene, Wills made a beeline for the alternate place for answers. Security.

Finding two men at the helm inside, Garrett did his best to keep things calm. He stepped over to the screens of divided scenes. It appeared that many of his allies and enemies were either outside fighting or inside the building, closing the distance to their present location. It all added up to quite a bit of chaos, moreso than he had imagined just moments before with the wrath of Syn. The screen that showed the Queen and Sebastian went off with a flick of a switch. No reason to alarm anyone of her whereabouts. She had no key to get out with.

Garrett told the two inside to go help the other guards who were defending the building. There was no hesitation on their parts and soon he was alone. He locked the door and closed any blinds that would revela his location to anyone in the halls. He then made himself comfortable, poring through loading dock history until he found what could only be the virus load into a waste management vehicle. Very clever on the Queen's part aned without her help or that of the video, all would have been for naught. Recording the truck's callsign and VIN, Garrett picked a key at random from his loop and broke it off in the hard bypass cylinder in the surveillance room's door as he left it. It was all up from here.

The elevator had seemed appealing at first, but the thought of so many volatile mutants made the cables holding the elevator carriage all the more weak in Garrett's mind. So flight after monotonous flight of stairs passed the man's vision as he made his way to the roof of King Pharmaceuticals. He was moving with a quick yet reserved pace. No reason to take a careless slip and break an ankle over it. He had picked up an extra oxygen canister for the retrieval of the stuff. With Syn locked away as she was for the time being, Garrett had little choice but to roll the bones and see what he came up with on the way.

Arriving at the roof, the door opened to greet Garrett with blustery wind and debris as the corporate helicopter had already been prepped and was awaiting Dr. Wills' arrival. It was a good thing to have a company full of yesmen. The help was nothing but courteous, never asking why plans had changed. Subordinates did what they were told. If only mutants could follow suit as easily as these humans did. As they lifted offf, he could look down and see the scuffle out in front of the building, though from his height it lacked the viscereal flavor that ground zero provided.

Garrett was on his phone, explaining to the driver of the fated truck why he was commandeering it. He gave the correct codes and call signs, so what little resistance there had been melted away in the face of bureaucracy, as most things generally did. The black helicopter skated through the city skies, all of the little ants scurrying to and fro. Garrett could almost see them as little black stains, unmoving, should the truck had been allowed to continue on its course.

His particular truck was now barely in sight, having pulled itself off into a convenient open parking lot. The space below gave them plenty of clearance to land. The loyal subordinates were already out of the truck, awaiting the inspection of their superior. All the while, Seizure felt confident. He had no thought to see if he was followed. Mutants were many in their gifts and while there very well could have been one that could fly as well as keep up with the helicopter, one thing was for certain. No one would stop the neural manipulator from seeing things to an end. Not while his heart thumped away in his chest.

The helicopter softly landed in the near vicinity of the waste management truck, the door swinging open and Garrett stepping out connfidently. Though shielding his eyes and face instinctively, he was already understanding the benefits of eyelashes. The four men, previously of the vehicle, were now standing in an at ease position in front of the truck. Garrett's face was well known among most of the KP employees, due to his time spent there initiating the changes in the Order.

Garrett turned briefly, waving off the helicopter, notifying the pilot to return to KP. From now on, Garrett was staying close to the virus until it ceased to be. The subrodinate who appeared to have the authority approached him, manifest in hand. Garrett inspected it for a moment, chuckling at the 'biodiesel runoff' that was fraudulently labeled as the tank's contents. The tank itself was about the size of a large propane tank, one that would serve a small rural community. It was stored and secured in the back of the waste truck, its seemingly normal function and dirty outward appearance masking the deadly pandemic stored within.

" We've had a security issue at the labs. All of this must be destroyed immediately." The men gave Garrett a look like they might want to disagree with him. Perhaps there was some sort of secret code beyond the normal security measures? Whatever the case, a moment of unbroken staring and they quickly caved to their superior's wishes. The man looked at Seizure in a quizzical fashion. "We have to return to KP to dispose of the shipment. There are no other suitable containment areas, judging from the information we received." Turning slightly on his heel in a state of ponderance, Seizure remembered something he had seen flying over.

" I believe that we flew over a foundry, maybe two blocks north from here?" Inklings of clues began to form in the eyes of the men before him. The now five men loaded up in the truck and made their way to the industrial park where the foundry was located. Time was ticking, but now Garrett had control over the clock. A feeling of relief passed over his features, albeit stern. True celebration could not occur until the virus destroyed and the company flushed of its recent hooligans.

Human hullabaloo. Poor things loved to squawk like unnested birds when things were shaken up a bit. The foreman had no interest in cooperating. Even if the stuff was what it was labeled, it would contaminate the site and put everyone out of work and deadlines back and...... Garrett was less than interested. The wrench wielding iron workers were tough and unwieldy, but they were meek babes once the semiautomatics came from the KP men. A forklift was even provided for easy removal of the barrels of the virus.

When a blank check from King Pharmaceuticals was presented, all was well. The men were happy to receive a free day off with pay. It was importnat that only Garrett and the men involved were present. If there was any sort of leakage, the human employees were no problem. His employees were expendable. It took about thirty minutes to clear the foundry. Once everyone was gone, Garrett watched as the masked employees began dropping barrels into the molten metal. It quickly sunk into the stuff and disappeared, a strange green mist rising from the toxic bubbling. Unfortunately, it seemed as if the virus could seep into the pores, as some of the men began to shake and collapse. Once they all did, Garrett pushed each into the foundry to follow the rest of the evidence.

Seizure stood at the edge of the unbelievably hot stuff, enjoying the guilty pleasure of deeper inhalations. There wasn't enough of it to affect him, not to mention his own immunity to its initial exposure. It smelled good though. Good and destructive. He imagined that the darts still at the labs would more than likely be spent by the time he returned. Whatever the case, he had to return to the scene and ensure all of it was gone. Then it would be time to tell the partiers to go home.

As he pulled up to the foreman outside in the truck, he was flagged down. " I need to get in there and do some things. You all finished?" A serene smile was painted across Garrett's countenance. " Indeed, I am finished. I would probably vent the place out and give it another thrity before you went back in. For your own safety." The engine began to spark to life once more when the foreman made ytet another observation."Where are all of those guys that were with you?" Garrett made a slight nod in the general direction of the back of the truck, though actually indicating the foundry itself. " Back there. Everyone is fine now. Thanks again and please let us know if we must assist further." Seizure's hand extended from the window, clasped the foreman's and recorded him should he need to return and kill any loose rats later. The truck left the foundry and made its way back toward KP.

The tables suddenly turned on Syn, or more specifically a chair was turned on Syn. This was when Sebastian did something Syn hadn't counted on. Her power was flooding the room with rage and the man reacted. No sooner had she ducked out of the way of the flying chair than Sebastian forcefully grabbed her arms and held them behind the girl. Yes, the direction of events was certainly changing.

Knowing she could easliy get Sebastian off of her he allowed the healer to find her access card. Inwardly she was relieved the dart gun hadn't been discovered while outwardly she was still pissed. Seizure nabbed the card and was heading for the doors.

A loud bang echoed in the room and probably part of the hallway as the pistol discharged. Syn felt the hit in her chest just to the left of her sternum. It knocked the wind out of her as she really wasn't expecting Seizure to shoot. The impact jerked the girl's body slightly to the left and she fell out of Sebastians grip to the floor landing on her right side.