Briefing [May 17th]

[Elsa Bellefonte]

Elsa waited impatiently at a podium, looking over at the few already gathered here. Word had spread quickly since Elsa had received her hint from her sister, as she had wholly intended. The others that knew people missing had quickly wanted to gather, along with various other peoples who simply wanted a chance to either take a shot at SPECTRE or to defend the people that mattered to them. Quite frankly, Elsa didn't care what reasons people had for being there: she wanted to gather people together to rescue her sister; everything else was decidedly secondary.

Though naturally Elsa hadn't phrased it as such. In point of fact, she'd sent things through the right channels. Her grandfather, William Bellefonte, had sent the notice through that staff. Which was why there were actual staff there. Elsa had pulled rank, pointing out that her experience on the Squad, which people had actually been surprised to find out she'd actually done, made her uniquely qualified. Besides, she was the one who knew where SPECTRE was. That was thanks to one Chris O'Conner, who was now wealthy but fairly exhausted after the several hours he spent with Elsa tracking down the exact location of her sister. She'd probably have to go on another "date" with him in addition to the five thousand dollars she'd sent to his bank account, but it would be worth it to procure her sister.

Everyone wanted to do something. The air had grown thick with tension, tension and excitement and an urge to go out and do something. Elsa quickly hooked up a projector, the large white screen several paces behind her, hung where it would be for less... vigorous presentations. The Bellefonte Academy seal in gold and black had been emblazoned on a screen for a presentation that Elsa had put together. She'd also clearly dressed to immediately leave here and head out: a pair of army khakis in black covering her legs, while a matching black turtleneck covered most of her upper part. She looked over the gathered people now, wondering who all would show up. Felix, no doubt, and Elsa had heard that several staff including Sorcha Adams had been contacted. Riley had teasingly hinted to Elsa that he'd be there as well, which she supposed would be acceptable: he was useful, after all. But Elsa thought she saw a few other, more surprising faces. Certainly not Roxana Strix or Beau LaRoux, nor Vera nor Aurora nor any of the Squad, all of whom were probably feeling a little betrayed by Elsa's imitation of Erika (and she didn't want to think about what the repercussions would be when Felix realized that). but others.... others she wasn't sure about, nor did she recognize several people there.

"Take a seat and please be quiet," she said into the microphone, "so I can share the plan for striking back at SPECTRE," and yes, she wanted it worded like that.

Because as Elsa saw it, that was precisely what they were here to do.

[Roxana Strix]

Roxana had made sure to show up as soon as the official statement had been sent out to the staff from the headmaster himself. No she was not staff, but she had been monitoring the head master as well as a few teachers. Plus there were the students that she had been assigned to watch over. One of which had been taken by SPECTRE and then two very wealthy students had been taken as well by the same group. She was not looking forward to the response she was going to get for the report she had to write on the matter. Punishment was not going to be pretty since it was this sort of things that she was supposed to keep her targets safe from. So long as they were not dead and didn't die, it would not be an outright failure. Yes there was going to be money lost and punishment, but it would not be as nearly as bad if one of her targets ended up dead.

In all honestly Roxana didn't know really anyone here personally other than Elsa and the Security Squad, who she knew all the members of and a little bit of background information on, but she didn't really outright talk to any of them. Roxana did know however that Elsa was pretending to be Erika, because when she went to check in on Erika the girl was not there. Nowhere out of all the places that Roxana searched did she find the girl on school grounds or in the nearby town. She could not leave the town at the current moment because she had others here that she needed to look after. She would be a deadly foe to have. Roxana thought as her light blue eyes were on Elsa who stood at the podium. Roxana was already sitting down off to herself in the back so she could have a pretty good view of everyone that was in the room.

Black skinny jeans, a silky shirt of the Romanian flag on it, a checked bandanna around her neck, and her favorite leather jacket on her; basically covering up her shirt for the most part. It was clear that she had showed up as soon as possible and had in fact planning on having a casual day but clearly they were done with this whole 'acting like everything was okay’ stage. Elsa spoke and Roxana got herself comfortable in her seat, not saying anything and preparing to listen in closely. She was also recording all of this as well, but no one needed to know about that.

[Beau LaRoux]

Felt weird being there again, and without anyone that Beau really recognized. He knew most of the people on the squad, sure. He even got on great with Vera and a few others. But, well, maybe it was less that recognition that bothered Beau and more the heavy weight that had descended onto the room. It felt far more serious than Beau was used to when he walked into a place with a stage. He had the urge to walk up to the microphone and take it from the Erika-look-a-like that stood there now. And yeah, that was definitely weird, seeing someone who looked exactly like your friend standing up there acting about as opposite from her as possible. Sure, Beau had met Elsa a time or two, but he hadn't really spent time with her. She always struck him as cold.

As did the blonde that he recognized as being on the squad. Beau let out a sigh, rubbing his hands against his jeans. So many people looked like they'd dressed for a spy movie or something, and there he was in his jeans and t-shirt. He was a musician, mostly, a country singer. He'd fight to protect people, kinda like being drafted and all, but he wasn't about to go grab a weapon and charge the front line.

He had to be here, and being here made every last bit of him feel incredibly stressed. He looked around, finally electing for a seat somewhere in the back of the middle, opting to sit on the aisle, ready to pop up if he saw anybody. He knew he'd signed up for this, and Beau definitely wasn't going to let SPECTRE do something. They'd already gotten Erika, shot Devyn's girlfriend, what if they went further? Beau definitely didn't want to think about it, and he definitely knew he'd made the right choice in sitting in that room now.

[Vera M. Solway]

Vera could not believe this whole situation.

Ever since the assembly where the entire school had been warned about SPECTRE, she has had the most shot nerves ever. Her nerves had been almost as bad as when she woke up from her coma and found out that her parents were dead, OH! and that she was also a mutant. For a while she had a bad feeling about that group of f**ckers who claimed they were out there to make the world a safer place. Bullshit. The only people they were worried about were regular humans. So worried about regular humans... so threatened by mutants... that they had the nerve to kidnap a bunch of high school students. Just the thought of it...

... it ticked her off.

She had been in her seat for a while now. So Vera continued to stay seated with a nonchalant look on her face as she folded her arms. She honestly was in no mood to talk, converse, joke or even smile. She was there to listen, understand, and work with the Squad and everyone else to get their people back home. Maybe they would've been home sooner if a certain Bellefonte didn't pose as Erika the entire time she was missing. Which also irked Vera a bit, only because she wasn't able to tell the difference. Honestly, Vera tried her best not to think of it seeing how she was sure a few others may have been more upset about the situation.

"Take a seat and please be quiet," Elsa said into the microphone, "so I can share the plan for striking back at SPECTRE,"

She couldn't help but to smirk even with the anxiety and anger inside of her. Hearing Elsa say that was something like music to Vera's ears. Vera was attentive in her black sweater, tights, thigh high leather boots and leather jacket on top. Her hair had been a bit shorter seeing how she got a hair cut just a few days ago. Not really the drastic change she was looking for but it would do for now.

[Det. Dexter Sterling]

Being one of the few adults in attendance made Detective Sterling stick out. He opted to remain off to the side, standing by himself but within view of the podium where Elsa stood. He'd been contacted off the record by an Academy official to lend his assistance with an 'operation'. He'd been given a few details and his role made clear beforehand but that didn't set his mind at ease. They'd finally tracked down SPECTRE and confirmed they'd been behind the missing students. Now, though, they planned on attacking a heavily fortified government agency with a bunch of kids? Granted, few people outside the Academy knew the devastation the kids could cause if sent in the right direction but was this really the best course of action? Were these kids ready to go to war? Ready to kill? Ready to die, if need be?

Dexter couldn't shake the cold feeling of dread that hung over the entire operation. He doubted most of the kids here knew what it really meant to take a life. It wasn't as easy as the movies made it out to be. Even if the person had done something egregious it remained difficult to pull the trigger. He wondered silently how this would effect the students as whole. What repercussions would come of this? How can they honestly believe this wouldn't bring down a world of misery? They weren't talking about a couple junkies holed up with their friends in some apartment. No, this was a federal agency. What would the government do if someone waged an all out attack on the Pentagon or FBI headquarters?

Alas, there was nothing Dexter could do or say to make a difference in the decision. It was reckless, foolish, and, in Dexter's mind, stupid. Very, very stupid. It wasn't going to end well even in victory. But he couldn't stop it. The only thing he could do is try his damnedest to make sure they all made it back alive.

As the brunette girl spoke, Dexter's eyes shifted up from the floor to the podium. There was no turning back now. Not for them. He could only hope this wouldn't destroy what they'd worked so hard to build.

[Alexander Wallander]

Xander slipped in quietly to the back, pretty unnoticeable if people had properly been paying attention to Erika. Or at least who he thought was Erika. He had only really seen Erika and Elsa in passing, not talking to them too much. He knew that one of his roommates were good friends with at least on of them. At least he was pretty sure they were friends. He also knew that one of his roommates was missing. And more importantly, she was a friend of his sister's. Xander scanned the crowd, eyes showed angry even in snake-form.

He couldn't stand people hurting the ones he loved, or the ones his loved ones loved. This place was the only home he ever considered a home and these people were his family. His mom had guys in and out of the house and by the time Xander got attached to them, they were gone. He only ever had a complete family when his dad was alive, but he barely remembers that time. The only time mom had settled with one guy, Xander had made his home here. He wasn't about to let that get taken away. 

His eyes fell on Vera, and he quietly made his way towards her. The only sound that was made was the involuntary hiss of his tongue. He slid into the seat next to her, gently bumping her. She was another reason he joined. Not the whole, "best friend crime fighting team" cliche, but because he couldn't live with himself if she got hurt and he wasn't there to at least try to help. Vera was probably the only 1 of 2 people he would die for, Wally being the other, but she wasn't here. His attention turned to Elsa when she spoke up. Today, Xander was wearing something unusual, but made complete sense. He was in a pair of simple, black, basket-ball shorts and a baggy t-shirt. These made for easy of shifting, they were also easy for a large snake to snake out of. Pun intended.

[Joseph Enders]

Enders made his way into the auditorium, he had heard what this was all about and the concern of it was obvious on his face. Kidnappings of students by a government organization was bad enough, the planned rescue of them by a rouge group was distressing to put it lightly. As he walked in he scanned several of the young faces that had gathered, his student Vera being one of them with a smirk on her face. Shaking his head in disgust, she had no idea what real war was like. Their training sessions had been intense but this and what this brought with it was a whole different thing. He moved towards the back rows of the room where he expected most of the teachers to be sitting.

Sitting down he looked at the young girl standing ready to give them a mission brief and yet again a slew of questions ran through his mind, most particularly why was an untrained untested child giving them a mission brief. Shaking his head again he sighed slightly, he may not agree with any of the set up for this mission but he would help if only for the sole fact of trying to protect those that were dumb enough to volunteer for it.

As the little girl spoke Enders sighed again. “Striking back at SPECTRE” echoed in his mind, she obviously already thought they were at war. This child knew nothing about it and the horrors that came with it. Placing his elbow in his knee he rested his face in the palm as he continued to listen to the brief taking it all in so that he could try and help in anyway he could.

[Ayane Somerfield]

Ayane was leaning to one side, on the edge of the group who were gathered to discuss the plan of action that they were taking against SPECTRE, there was an assortment of people involved ranging from students which Ayane was aware was on the security squad, to those who she was fairly sure was not. There were also other adult staff members there and at least 1 person who she was not aware had a direct affiliation to the academy. 

She disagreed on principle with so many of the students being involved in this plan in any capacity. Firstly they almost all had no combat experience and even those of the security squad probably had next to no experience in real combat. Secondly, as far as she was concerned nobody under the age of 18 should have the right to be involved, they weren't legally allowed to drink alcohol or the such, so shouldn't be allowed to make informed decisions on a life or death situation. 

And the third and final reason that she would disagree with the involvements of the young in this plan, whatever the plan may be would be simply due to their immaturity. Credit due to some students being very mature for their age and handle the situation accordingly. But, some people would probably just screw up the mission by not following the plan, or getting confused. 

She did take some measure of comfort in the fact that there were some other adults there. She hoped that they were competent in a fight, because as much as Ayane hoped to avoid it some part of her knew that a confrontation was inevitable. She took as seat next to a man with relatively short black hair, crossed her arms and listened. She hoped that the headmaster knew what he was doing. 

[Devyn Solway]

Why was she even here? Why did she show up to this meeting to discuss what was really going on with the missing students and what happened to Zoe? She should have been out there hunting down the ones that hurt someone special to her, making them pay for even thinking that for a second they were going to get away with hurting anyone important to Devyn; there was one big problem however, she didn't even know where these SPECTRE guys were. Heck she honestly thought they were just like any other group that possibly heard about mutants and then was hushed over in different ways. She was not even worried nor did she care that there were students missing because she didn't think she knew any of them personally other than Erika who Devyn thought was Elsa too, not being around the two enough long enough to ever tell the difference even with having gone to the school for three years or so.

Remain in control. Find out everything first. Remain in control. Wait. Devyn was basically chanting to herself the whole time from when she first left to show up to this briefing. Keeping her distance and standing in the back corner of the auditorium, literal with her back in the corner and standing away from everyone. She was already having difficulty maintaining control over her ability; shadows already cling to her body and darkening the corner where she stood tucked away in. Deep breaths, intense green eyes focusing on Elsa, and on Elsa’s words. Managing to just keep the shadows in their cling state, as if she was stuck in tar, but not allowing it to go past her shoulders and not letting the beast form try and take over. Elsa spoke, telling everyone to sit down so they could talk. Devyn remained standing in the bark corner; easy to overlook due to the darkness, but she was not hiding. No, she was staying a safe distance back just in case she lost control. Remain in control until the enemy is in your sights.

[Riley Coleson]

Standing with his back leaned against the wall all the way back of the room, Riley let his eyes wander or over the growing crowd. He didn't have a legit reason to be here, per say. Heck, he didn't even care all that much. But, this was important to someone he enjoyed spending time with and someone he might even have considered a friend, and thus, he was staying put. He already knew he was a selfish excuse of a man, so there was no reason for him to blame himself for anything.

Either way, he was here and he was offering his help, for whatever it was worth. Pressing his lips together, the hulk crossed his arms over his chest before he let his eyes wander to the podium and lock on the Banshee as he was so fond of calling the ice cold Bellefonte princess.

Obviously, she had some sort of vendetta going on here, and maybe he should have called her out on it, or maybe tried voicing some form of reason, but truth be told; Riley knew he had no power here. He had no say, no piece of advice to offer, so instead, all he could do was offer his help wherever it was needed and help her. That was what friends did, right?

So, there the boy stood; Arms crossed over his chest and a dull expression dancing around his face. Well, at least he could offer as much as using his ability to try preventing some kind of uproar, or whatever these crazy kids were planning on doing in here. He'd prefer people not to hurt the girl on the stage before he figured out why he was so damn interested in impressing her.

And yes, it was just like Riley to worry about that instead of whoever was kidnapped, or whatever was going on here.

[Jason Campbell]

Jason had been contacted by the Academy. Rumours of SPECTRE had spread all over town but when he heard all that they had done, he was willing to help out. He knew his strength will not be in fighting off those military men. But where there is a fight, there are often casualties. Not to add that some students had been held captive for a moment and there was no telling in what state they’d be brought back. Jason was brought here to limit the damage in their ranks.

He was slightly uncomfortable as he returned to auditorium of his old school. Not only because he was one of the very few adults around here. Well, technically yes, but it had nothing to do with his age. More with the kids also sitting down, waiting to know the plan. He could not believe this was their best options. Couldn’t they have called older students, those who graduated? Or simply go with the adults they had here, the teachers, trainers, security squads and other members of their community residing in Kalispell? He was reluctant at letting children fight. They had no idea what they would be dealing with. Jason could heal whatever physical wounds they’d get during the rescue, but the emotional scarring they’ll go through, that he cannot take away.

He noticed another adult in the crowd, one he already knew of, Dexter. He joined the detective, nodding only as a greeting. It seemed inappropriate to say any words right now, as if it might blow away the tension he felt in the room. He knew the man for being perhaps as realistic as Jason was, no matter how painful that reality may be. And the sad truth, to his eyes, was that this rescue could be easily seen as a clear message of war, something none of them wished for.

Jason turned his head to the stage as the young girl there started to speak. He tensed as well at her words. Striking back. Exactly what he feared. With that kind of mentality, they were sending kids to war. He looked around at the few other adults. Did they agree with that?

[Adam Castle]

Each day brought to him a fear of the next day. An unhealthy fear, which ate at one's consciousness and made one weak. Today was no different. And the past few days had brought his normally effervescent humour to a gradual halt, to the point where he had begun to question who he actually was. There was something about being briefed for a mission which brought a sense of foreboding to a group. To him, it was really nothing more than signing your own execution letter. At least it would be for a just cause. And if death should indeed come, he wasn't sure what he'd be expecting.

The communications teacher watched the present Bellefonte twin set up her gear, nodding with approval. She was doing alright. The sound would be a bit off though, he could tell, propelling him towards the sound booth containing the amplifier and other equipment so the meeting could flow smoothly. No need for any feedback to cause loss of concentration. He flashed her a thumbs up as she began her presentation.

Truth be told, he really didn't know why the job had been left to a student. Why not one of the senior trainers or teachers? It probably had its own underlying reason. His eyes roved over the gathering, crying internally in the knowledge that what these children are going to be doing will no doubt be dangerous. Thankfully, some of them would be remaining here, but even he couldn't vouch for their safety.

[Felix Nicholas]

The chaotic tangle of emotions that had taken hold of Felix the past few weeks, the complex writhing mess he'd felt eclipse him in the sleepless nights felt so horribly, horrifically pathetic and meaningless now that it almost hurt. He had never been someone to see much drive nor point in acting in anger or reacting out of sheer rage... But his morals had quickly shifted in the past few hours
as the mixture of fear and undeniable anger swept through him. He'd been so focused on himself... When god knows what was happening to Erika. There he had been, musing on his own feelings and seeing Erika's apparent lack of communication towards him as her purposefully avoiding him... And yet the truth was... Well, the radio host felt as though his heart had been ripped out of his chest. The what ifs had filled his mind the past few hours, the notion that he should have noticed her disappearance, that he of all people should have known something was wrong had left him feeling beyond any level of guilt that he could put into words. One drive however pushed through the numb emotion... He was going to rescue her, and he didn't care who he had to fight through to achieve that.

He was sat on the front row, staring up at Elsa as she began the presentation. His arms were folded across his chest, his head bowed, tapping the index finger of his bandaged hand against his lips. His eyebrows were furrowed, his eyes focused on the female on stage, his lips lacking any hint of his trademark grin. He continued tapping his finger a moment, before clenching his eyes tightly shut, bowing his head as he ran his bandaged hand through his hair. This entire event felt like an irritating waste of time; The more time they wasted talking about this the more time Erika spent in the hands of SPECTRE. He was ready to leave as soon as Elsa gave the go ahead, a pair of black military combat pants covering his legs, a black jumper clad over his torso. A pair of black, clearly modified headphones were worn around his neck, a piece he'd edited in order to protect his ears from his ability, knowing the very likely event that he'd have to use it in an offensive manner.
As Elsa began to speak, Felix flicked his eyes open and lifted his head, taking note of each word.

[Guylian Dove]

Guylian arrived at the auditorium significantly ahead of the pre determined start time, and had silently taken a place near the middle of the auditorium, seating himself down without a word. He'd expected this... Not this exact sequence of events, but as soon as the first violent attack was made and broadcasted, it didn't take much to assume it was going to be a catalyst for a domino effect of retaliation. Logic dictated that by all accounts it would be in all of their best interest to lay low and cooperate with government bodies... Something which the ex cop had throughly backed until the events of the past day or so. To kidnap and hold mutants, for seemingly no reason then for the sake of apparent torture and persecution. If they didn't make a stand now, as much as it was against his better judgement, he knew SPECTRE would no doubt at some date storm the school, take all of them into custody. Although granted, this attempt to retrieve the students was only likely to bring that date forward. They were damned either way, but at least they'd have made a stand, and brought innocent students from god knows what torture they were being put through.

No amount of discussion was going to change the minds of those students who were steadfast on entering into the fray, so the the teacher had opted for whatever he could do in order to aid them. He watched as each person entered the hall, crossing one leg over the other and clasping his hands on his lap. It was going to be a long, tense few hours to come. He lent his elbow on the arm of the chair, supporting his head with his hand. He watched as Elsa made her way to the stage, the sight of her in the tactical combat gear providing little confidence nor comfort. She was prepared, but the sight of someone so young ready to make some act of war was unsettling. He raised his head as she began to speak, giving her his full attention.

[Elsa Bellefonte]

Quite a few people had gathered, from students to locals, and Elsa felt fairly confident in the people there. There were a handful that made her wonder, wonder if she shouldn't insist that some people not participate in this. She skimmed across minds, hopping from person to person while they gathered and waited, needing to see what was at the forefront of their thoughts. Worry, readiness, tension, some knew this would be a war and thought everyone was taking this too lightly, some were worried about people they cared for, some knew that they'd been left without a choice. Elsa took a deep breath and stepped forward to the microphone.

"I'm going to skip the usual openings where I say how pleasant it is to see you all here and that other nonsense. We all know why we're here: SPECTRE has decided that we're threats. This school and its people have done nothing to do them, but they still felt it necessary to kidnap our own, to take them and imprison them in a facility, then to torture them. This is not blind speculation: I know that they have at least Erika Bellefonte and Trevor Paige, possibly more, probably more. Imprisoning those of us who have committed wrongs is one thing, but when they pluck us off the street, they are declaring war on us. When they take us and torment us, it's done. We're not going to sit back and let them. I'm not going to; you're not going to; all of us here are going to be fighting back. I realize we're up against the government, but we're not against the nation. We're not rebelling against some powers that be, we're rebelling against one organization and fighting back. This is what we should be doing.

"I've developed a plan. I have information. I've talked to people. This is not a discussion, and if you don't like it, you're free to leave," she pointed toward the back, "there's the door. I know several of you have training and are prepared for this: I'm expecting you to help. You've either been paid or been prepared for this, some of you longer than I've even been alive. So you will be called on now."

Elsa raised her hand and clicked, a map showing. "We know the location of the facility, and we were able to get a rough idea of what it looks like. We know that our people are located in the building, and we know they're located deep. We know that SPECTRE has several dozen agents armed with various modern weaponry. We know that they hate us. We know that we're going to go in and rescue our people," another click, three broad team labels showing: Distract, Infiltrate, Protect.

"One group of us with various showy, obvious powers will stage a frontal assault. This will not be safe; this will not be easy. This group will be led by a trained security official from staff, who will be issuing orders. You will listen to them. They will listen to me," there was no broking argument there, and her eyes swept, "and I will mostly be leaving it up to them. Your job will be to cause a large enough distraction to pull the majority of SPECTRE's men toward you. It's best if you can lure them away from the building while still keeping pressure on. If you can pull them far enough away, the Montana terrain can help protect you, especially those of you with shifting based powers.

"Another group, a small group selected for their skills," she pointed behind her at the list, "has been selected to infiltrate. I say selected," she took a breath, looking over, "but I think most of you volunteered for that part. But your job will be to delve deep into the facility and find the captives. We are just there to rescue them, that is all. Resist the temptation to sabotage or to spy: we are a rescue operation. We are not the monsters they think we are," She smiled nearly devilishly, "we're our own kind of monster."

She paused, nodding. "Whoever else volunteers should stay here to protect the school. I've elected Roxana Strix," she pointed across the room at the woman, "to be the leader of the defense squad, as she has... experience in this matter. You will work to defend the school, in case the SPECTRE units decide to attack. We hope this won't happen, but we're going to be prepared.

"Again, the largest group of us shall attack the school head on. Another, smaller, specified group, will infiltrate and rescue. The last will remain behind to insure the safety of the people here. Dr. Campbell," she pointed at the doctor now, "you will remain with me and a small escort at a location triangulated between the entrance the infiltration team will take and the frontal assault. I shall have one of these," she held up something, though it was too small for most of them to see, "a state of the art communication device," it was good to be rich sometimes. "This plus my ability will help me to coordinate our effort and let you know when we need to withdraw or if things get difficult.

"We do know that there are threats there," she clicked again, showing various SPECTRE agents, including a picture of a tough looking black man glowering at the camera. "They will see you as threats and they will shoot to kill. This is not a game. This is also," she swept the crowd with her eyes, "not war. We are not there to start a war: we are there to rescue our own. That is the goal. Try not to increase the body count. Try to fight defensively But keep yourselves and our people safe. We're the innocent ones here, and we have to remain that way if this isn't to blow up in our faces."

Elsa paused, looking over the group. "I'm sure you all have questions. That's fine. You can ask them as we leave," she clicked again, showing a clock blinking on the screen. "You've an hour, and then we're attacking. We need the element of surprise, and I'm not letting our people fall under more torture. I don't even know if they're alive, but this needs to end. SPECTRE needs to stop being a boogeyman that we shy from.

"Again, resist the urge to tell your loved ones: we don't need a panic. But get them to safety. Get what you need. We'll have transportation ready for the teams to take there. The leaders are on the screen," she clicked again, showing the names. "Follow them. And make sure we all get home. Dismissed."

And Elsa set her clicker down, moving toward the edge of the stage. The time for talk was, as far as she was concerned, over. They had a mission to do.

{feel free to react as you want, but the main threads to kick this off (three in total) are going to start soon following this. There's time if anyone wants to do a quick thread with your character(s) talking to someone to get everything situated before heading out. Then it's up to the groups to keep going. Remember: you need to be able to post roughly daily, or you will be left behind. That being said, this promises to be one helluva a plot, so let's do this thing, right?}