damned_institute | Nightshift 24, F8

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Nightshift 24, F8

Having her own room as a meeting place could very easily get to be problematic, Lyta decided. For her, at least. It meant sitting around waiting, with nothing to do. Patience had never been the telepath's strong suit.

Envy had shown up pretty quickly last time, at least. And Fox hopefully wouldn't be long - along with the woman he was bringing. Lyta had to admit she was a bit on edge about venturing forth with someone she hadn't screened herself. But she'd trust Fox's judgment.

At least her new roommate was better than the other one. Interesting woman, Cheetara. And could be very useful...

Maybe Lyta would ask her to come along one of these nights.

For now, she'd let the woman do what she wanted. The telepath had allies to wait for.

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"Find a way out of here," was all Lyta said, in response to the question. That was the only thing on her mind. She'd promised people, and damned if she was going to break her promises. Even if....

No, she wasn't going to get bogged down in depressing thoughts. She couldn't afford to.

Damn it, why did Fox have to do whatever it was right now? And where the hell was Envy?

Although she'd been hoping for specifics she was okay with this vague plan. Lyta knew much more than she did and Cheetara trusted her. "Just tell me what to do." She responded quietly.

Envy saw Lyta's other henchman in the hallway talking with someone else, and avoided them as he let himself in, only to find Lyta talking with another new woman. More allies? That got under his skin. They were probably better armed than he was too. He straightened up and crossed his arms confidently so as not to betray his irritation at potentially being devalued besides other disposable pawns.

"Are we ready to go?" he asked, calmly, biting his tongue to avoid adding 'or do we have another troop to wait for?'.

Cheetara looked up at Envy, eying him warily. At least she assumed this was "Envy," the one Lyta and The Boss had been talking about. She glanced at Lyta, deciding to let her answer this question. She did not, in fact, know where Fox and The Boss had gone and thus had no idea whether they were "ready to go" or not, nor had she anything but the vaguest concept as to what exactly they were doing.

Cheetara's intuition told her that, because she didn't have a solid plan, it would be unwise to go galavanting off into the unknown. Her feline curiousity, however, completely overruled this notion. She was skeptical of what the little group would run into in the decidely dangerous hallways, but she'd never find out if she just stayed in her room all night.

She looked over the handmade map one last time before pocketing it and rising fluidly, a look of pale determination in her eyes. She was ready. She silently repelled the impluse to shout "ho!" as she would at home, echoing the excited cry that meant "I'm ready! Let's go!" before she and her friends would begin a new adventure, or rush to the aid of the Thundercat Lord to close an old one. Of course, she doubted such a reaction would be understood here. It was a Thundercats thing. She missed it already.

[[From here (http://community.livejournal.com/damned/120020.html?thread=8086740#t8291284)]]

Fox stepped back inside, and glanced towards Envy, then Lyta. He didn't smile at her, though. Now that they were all here, they could begin the mission.

Fox just gave Lyta a silent nod of hello. He looked forward to getting outside, even though that meant they would merely be standing around waiting for Lyta to investigate the pond.

As blank as she had been when she left, as if nothing had been talked about at all, The Boss entered the room again. She gave quick glances towards Lyta, then the non-soldier, and finally the new one.

She quickly figured that the new one's confidence was somehow fake, as the (wo)man was potentially either hiding something, or compensating for it. The only truly clear thing was that (s)he wasn't a soldier either.

"We're ready," Lyta said, as soon as Fox and Boss were back inside. She cast a questioning look to Fox, but figured she'd ask him when the rather cold woman wasn't right there.

And now they'd ended up with more people than Lyta was honestly comfortable with. But it wasn't like she could tell anyone to take a hike, much as she wanted to.

"There's no time for introductions, and I highly doubt anyone cares anyway. We've spent enough time here, we're moving out." Grabbing her handful of syringes, Lyta headed out into the hallway.

Cheetara followed, unsure of what to expect. Her sharp eyes scanned the hallway and her muscles tensed. Her hair even seemed to bush out a little, reminicent of her old cat-based self.

She felt extremely vulnerable without a weapon and she looked desperately for anything she could possibly use to defend herself but found the halls depressingly bare. Next time I'm outside I'll look for a stick or something... that'll at least be some protection, if not much. She resolved as she hurried quickly after Lyta. She shifted her weight uneasily. Right now if we get cornered running may be my only hope.

Envy didn't say much, looking rather irritably at the new people that surrounded him, and kept moving ahead on the now familiar trek to the courtyard. The sooner the better.

It was good to finally get moving. They had already used up a lot of time, but hopefully they would be able to accomplish the mission tonight.

He followed behind Lyta, making sure to stay close enough that he could intercept whatever monsters might try to attack her, but not so close that neither of them had room to dodge.

Everything in front of The Boss was entirely inefficient.

Stealth wasn't being bothered with, only two were soldiers and one claimed to be, and the amount of men was staggeringly too many with absolutely no preparations and almost no weaponry.

The last problem wasn't one for her, but she doubted the non-soldiers would serve any purpose but shields.

As The Boss silently followed the group into the hallway, all she could think was that this entire effort was simply fruitless.

If it weren't for the fact that Lyta didn't have an effective weapon, she would have just gone alone. Or asked either Fox or Envy alone to accompany her. Too many people attracted too much attention. Not that it mattered much in this place - it didn't matter how silent or how careful you were, things found you. She knew that much.

Keeping her thoughts to herself, Lyta led the way out to the courtyard.

(Moving here (http://community.livejournal.com/damned/128465.html))

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