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[monstersociety.livejournal.com]

Somewhere deep in Louisiana, hell has come to earth.

It was a simple matter to cast the pseudo-EMP pulse to kill the power - simpler still to render the majority of the guards inert. 

She then communicated telepathically to the inmates.  Cause chaos.  Kill any hero you see.  Get to New Orleans.  There will be transportation there.  And money. Significant money.

It was so easy to motivate such as these.  

One more spell to allow many of them to get their gear - and then all the Three needed to do was wait.

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[caleb-z.livejournal.com]

Caleb’s eyes linger on Hammond’s pacified mass, his mind inexorably drawn to having done the same thing to his precious kid sister. In his self-destructive grief, he nearly killed himself after that accident. And though this was very different, no small part of Caleb isn’t convinced he had the right to do what he did.

The rest of him is certain he didn’t.

He may be free of Hammond’s taint, but the after effects are still lingering. Historically, though, a broken body hasn’t really stopped Caleb from throwing himself back into the fray. Half the time, that’s why he’s come out in such bad shape: Sometimes he just doesn’t know when to walk away, and let someone else handle it.

Caleb pulls himself up along the wall, forcing his mind back into professional mode. Right now he’s in a very confusing mental place, and could use some of the reassurances provided by less morally ambiguous circumstances.

His eyes find Trevor’s as he speaks into his communicator. His voice is soft, but steady. “This is Caleb ...” he pauses, momentarily lower his eyes in thoughtful consideration. “Cancel evac. I’m in no shape for a serious fight, but I’m hardly disabled. I’ll help locate trapped guards, and escort them from the grounds. Have we established an aid station, or should I take them directly to the hospitals?”

Probably best if we established an aid station – the plague has the hospitals overflowing with patients as it is. Yes, work now. Second guessing can come later. Right now, people’s lives are on the line. That takes precedence.

[sand-hawkins.livejournal.com]

"Outsiders, this is Sand. Caleb good call, if we can salvage an area of Belle Reve to start aid to the injured, that would be significant. Tefe can do some healing, but only she knows her limits - I've put the call in to the National Guard to get a team down here to bottle things up. Can anyone confirm any escapees that got by us?

[tefe-holland.livejournal.com]

She refrains from pointing out she has no idea what her limits are, she's never really reached them.

"I'll be there in a minute...um if someone can find a shirt or something for me it'd be a good thing." Stupid fire.

[caleb-z.livejournal.com]

"Sand, Caleb. A group did manage to flee in the direction of the highway. No heavy hitters confirmed to be among them. Local cops are already on that. Status of round up unknown."

"Tefe..." he pauses, this time to fight off a second wave of nausia, coupled with momentary lightheadedness. He shifts his weight against the wall before resuming. "Tefe, I can grab a shirt for you. Do you require any other stores from the medical ward while I'm at it?"

"Also, your the medic on the spot, so it's, uh ... it's your call about where we establish the aid station. I advise a security detail if it's on the grounds. Over."

[tefe-holland.livejournal.com]

"Just the shirt." She doesn't use medical supplies. "If someone's helping you can get stuff for them but I don't need it." She can tell by his voice she's probably going to need to knock him down and fix him before he runs off and hurts himself.

"Pick a room thats in one piece I'll make it safer." She can shore up things with the plantlife and make it hard for others to get inside.

[caleb-z.livejournal.com]

She's right, she probably will. Caleb never did know how to walk away from a problem. It's just not in him.

"Rodger that. Establish in the medical ward. Over." I doubt the prisoners sacked it on their way out, and it has all the bed space we should need for the injured.

[damage-girl.livejournal.com]

"I'm getting word down here that DEO's due in any minute to sweep the not-so-urban areas here. They're worried about swampland, but I think they've got it covered. I can move outwards with them once we've got a good lock down here."

Or, at least, she hopes they do. Trudging through the mud after today doesn't hit her top ten 'fun' list. Whatcha gonna do, right?

[blind-will.livejournal.com]

"I'm running through an inventory of who all I've got here, compared to what I was able to pull from records. I'm hoping Hammond is dealt with. I had to let the Royal Flush Gang go, but I have an account here for the majority of the other powered criminals held here, and a selection of the others, and I can track most of the others."