Extrication

[Ebiris]

Daniel stops to grab both his taser and bag before taking off after Sterling and Kyle, falling in step with the latter. "You know what's ahead?" he asks. "I can only sense... something big, and a lot of blood... although the blood probably belongs to whoever gets in its way..."

[Brian]

Kyle shakes his head.  "It was made and not born.  It's afraid of fire.  I know that much," he says apologetically.

"Awesome, we're fighting something that's not even human?" Sterling asks.

"Not ... human," Kyle agrees, offering one of his revolvers to Tim.

[Halbarad]

Tim wordlessly accepts the gun, trusting that it'll be of some use in the fight that's got to be up ahead.

"Afraid of fire... well, at least that's SOMETHING to work with. Question is, how do we use that?"

[Ebiris]

Taking the gun from his bag and pocketing it for easy access along with the taser, Daniel looks pretty pale and scared as he falls silent, trying to mentally prepare himself for... whatever it is they're going to find.

[Brian]

Kyle points at the gun Tim accepted.  "Fire," he says, before turning back though the crowds.  Sterling shakes his head and stays in front of Kyle, pushing people aside.

[Carthrat]

"By applying fire to it," replies Tom, crackling his knuckles, and trying to look far less scared than he really is. "With invincible-man here able to take risks for all and sundry, I'm sure some opportunity will present itself. Somehow."

He shrugs, a bit lamely.

[Brian]

Sterling grunts at that.  It takes a bit of muscling to get to where Kyle is trying to lead everyone, but the crowds are broken through into a largely deserted plaza.  There's a few tourists (or possibly naitives -- hard to say) fleeing the area, and the occasional staccato burst of gunfire.

"Well, time to do some dirty work," Jim says with a resigned sigh.

"What've we got?" Sterling asks, grabbing Kyle by the back of his armor to keep him from walking into the plaza.  "I don't see anyone shooting here.  Sounds like it's coming from that building."  The building in question is a hospital.  Just after Sterling points at the building, a section of wall about the size of one room explodes outward, showering rubble across the plaza (some distance away from the group).  Something huge just moved behind that cloud of dust ... too big to fit through a doorway, to judge by the gaping holes that appear to lead into a hallway.

Nurses and doctors are fleeing the building with as many patients as they can wheel out, and a tendril of smoke is begining to rise towards the already murky cover overhead.

[Carthrat]

Tom eyes the building. "The anchor's inside there, I take it?" he asks Kyle, some wariness in his voice.

[Brian]

He nods quickly in response, and Jim cracks his knuckles.

"Their electrical systems are down -- I've got nothing," he says, grimacing.  "And now that the crowds are gone, I'm going to stick out."

"Like the shiny armor on golden-boy here won't?" Sterling asks.

Jim shrugs at that wordlessly.

[Halbarad]

"And I thought it was bad when they tried to grab Kyle," Tim replies, shaking his head. "Are we ready for this?"

[Carthrat]

"No, probably not. We need fire," says Tom looking about. "We need an improptu fire. Like, I dunno, a flaming plank, or something."

He eyes Sterlings clothes for a moment.

[Halbarad]

"Well, if Kyle's right we've got fire," Tim replies, hefting the pistol. "Incendiary rounds, maybe, but no way to know until I have to use it."

[Brian]

"Don't look at me," Sterling says.  "Let's see what we're actually up against before we do anything rash."  He glances across the plaza, then shakes his head.  "No one's shooting at the doctors.  We should be able to make it inside, at least."

[Carthrat]

"Yeah, you're right," says Tom, eyeing the hospital. "We could head in where the wall exploded. We're at least assured that it's *near* there, but probably not immediately next to us. I think."

[Halbarad]

Tim glances around the plaza before starting to head towards the hospital along its edge. "I swear, if we live through this I'm getting every last one of us sent in for evaluation for suicidal tendencies," he mutters