Paladin parks the ATV in an alley a bit down from the market and approaches to check on Madame Yin. He steps up just in time to see her come out the door and head down the alley. He follows her, silently keeping pace just a few feet behind her.

Paladin
You slide into the shadowed gloom of the alley. You watch Madam Yin pick her way down the length of the alley. The only door visible is pooled in light. The outside is done in elaborate scroll work. She pauses in front of the door and pushes a call box to the right of the door. A few moments pass and then the door releases and swings inward. You can see there is no handle on the exterior of the door. You catch the glimpse of rich red and thin tendrils of smoke waft out. She walks in and the door begins to swing close.

Paladin
You move through the door behind her into a reception area. You see a hostess standing behind a raised counter. She is dressed in a neo-Asian style. Her make up is that of a geisha. Her features are fine and delicate. She smiles warmly at Madam Yin's entrance. The interior is lit in a dusky and warm light, with a spicy incense hanging heavily in the air. The decor is one of opulence and sex, with vibrant reds and dark wood in abundance. There are two doors leading off from this room, one to either side.

"Evening Madam Yin." Her voice rubs your spine like raw silk, every sound is somehow sensual. Her breath pauses at the end, it seems to promise things dark and urgent.

"Good morning Jade." Madam Yin's voice by contrast is dry and neutral. "Here's some breakfast for the morning shift." She slides behind the counter and tucks the two bags out of sight. "Let Daisy know I'm here to look over last night's business." She turns and heads towards the door the left of the entry point. As she moves Jade picks up a small phone hidden behind the counter. "She's here." is all she says to the person on the other end.

Paladin continues to follow Madam Yin through the building, while doing so, he transduces a call through to Bakatare.

"I've followed her to what I can only guess to be one of her brothels. If I can secure a moment alone with her (or even better, her office), is there any info you would like me to try and get?"

"Not at this point. I don't think we have enough informtion about what's going to on approach her with a plan or a deal. Just keep your ears and eyes open, and don't get caught."

"Not a problem, hopefully I'll be able to catch a few words on the party. Out."

Paladin disconnects the line and goes back to tagging along with Madam Yin.

Paladin
The next room contains several pieces of furniture currently draped with every flavor of male flesh a person could desire. The men all radiate a raw sexually urgency that makes the room feel tight. Madam Yin moves through, taking a moment to savor the scenery around her. She moves to a corner along the back wall. Cleverly concealed is a door that seems to lead to a bare but functional office of some sort. A middle aged woman of average looks sits behind a desk and appears to pouring over a laptop. The desktop is littered with loose sheets and small books.

Moira
You find yourself in a club, the music is beating in your bones. You hear laughter and voices all around. You move to the music and find the groove of the crowd. The light sweat feels good cooling on your face as the air of the club moves past you. You see every person seems to have an oddity of some sort. A woman with skin patterned like a butterfly, a man with soft green feathers instead of hair, and Iblis moving through the crowd. Her face is lit up and electric. You dance on, feeling the tension flow out and let loose on the dance floor.

Suddenly the world goes white and silent. You are thrown to the ground. Your hands are bruised as you try to catch yourself. You roll to your back and see faces screaming but no sound. You pass your hands over your ears and see them come away with blood, your blood. The club is on fire, and people are rushing for the exits. The crush of bodies prevents anyone from escaping. You smell the flesh burning and feel the heat. A hand grabs your shoulder, you turn to see his face calling out to you as the flame consumes him. You crawl away, scrambling until you hit a body. His body crumpled, and burning. The flames are everywhere.

The dream goes on.......

Jackpot..., Paladin thinks as he moves into the office. He takes up a position in the corner and hangs there, hoping he'll find out something that'll make the trip worth it all...

:: Forcing herself awake, she jumps up in her makeshift bed with a shout. ::

"Iblis!"

:: As reality replaces fantasy, she grabs the pendent around her neck and calls on Luna with a thought. Moving with a speed of purpose, she heads down the hall and grabs the brush obviously belonging to the colorful decker. Pulling out the black and maroon hair entangled within it, she rubs it in her hands to make a ball as she looks at the attentative wolf standing before her. ::

"Take this, find Ibs and remain with her. If she is in danger, tell the watcher I will send to you."

:: As the wolf vanaishes, she grabs her pocket secretary and dials their boss. ::

"Please answer...."

Paladin
As you slide into a corner out of the way of the two woman, Madam Yin strides in. "Morning Daisy." The woman quickly rises up and offers her seat. "Morning, thanks for coming. I was just going over the books from the night." Madam Yin takes the chair and begins to read over the loose papers on the desk. Her face takes on a fierce focus as she runs her eyes over each paper. Her voice is somewhat distant as she speaks. "We knew it could happen. I just didn't think we'd be hit by runners. I talked with the Choson and they assure me that they had no warnings and it doesn't involve them."

Daisy perches on a desk corner. "I know it wasn't any of our people. I had their records checked, even the ones they don't give us. I talked with a friend at the Star and nothing unusual came up when they were booked."

Madam Yin looks up from the papers. "It appears none of our guests are......special enough to warrant this kind of attention. I would still like to hear from each of our people that actually make it back to the house. Someone may have seen something of interest. The letter I recieved was polite and makes apologies for the chaos here so I am going to hope that our business with whoever they were is concluded." She takes a deep breath and seems to switch gears. "So where do we stand for the party at the club?"

Daisy seems relieved by the change of topic and runs her hands through her hair and massages her neck. "We're going to have some problems filling the request for the staff. Not everyone has come back and I have no way of knowing who will show up. It's probably best we plan on finding some quick replacements. I know at least two of them are being held on bail for prior charges and unless we want to pay for their early release."

Madam Yin's faces takes on a dark cast. "I don't think so. I may be a little fish but I have no intention of drawing the Star's gaze to me. We told everyone when they came to work the rules. We aren't family and we aren't friends. Ask around and see if we can find friends of friends. Offer a bonus to anyone who can fill in the empty holes in the roster. Go make the offer to the people working the house, I need to make a quick phone call. When you get back we can talk some more about the party."

Daisy slides off the desk and takes a moment. You watch a change come over the woman. She becomes more female, more sensual in body posture as she slides back out into the room beyond. Madam Yin reaches down and lays the briefcase on the desk and pops it open. Reaching inside she pulls out a cigar and lights it up. "Ok, we're alone now so do whatever you're going to do." Her voice is tired and defeated.

Moira
You wait as the line rings and rings. You finally hear the phone pick up. The heavy base of a techno-trash piece comes through the line. "It's your dime, start talking!"

At that moment you see images float past your vision. Racing along the streets and darting through the shadows. You are following some heavy and acidic scent in the air. You see forms slip by and the streets blur. Your heart races and the blood in your veins seems to boil. You plunge into burnt out buildings and deserted streets. You find a cellar door and slip through into an underground rave. The impromptu dance floor is packed with thin drug ravaged bodies. They spasm like dying insects to the beat of the music. Their hunger for any feeling is clear in their movements. You shift through the crowd and see Iblis crouched down behind some boxes with one hand over her ear and the other clutching a phone.

She is here.

Bakatare
The phone rings on the heels of hanging up with Paladin. The ID shows the Sundowner Cafe. You pick up and and hear Winter's voice come over. "You've hit you're limit again. I have the name of the catering compnay and the time of the party. I have a partial list of guests, the Awakened set are not big on tech at times. Particularly the shaman types. My suggestion is talk to someone local who's connected. Is there anything else you need?"

A grin touches the corners of his lips.

"Thanks Winter, perfect, as usual. I'll send the money to the same account?"

Business concluded, he settles back, waiting on Paladin's call and return for the trip to Mama Fortuna's.

:: Moira's heart skips a beat as she realizes Iblis's in a club...maybe the club now. Was the dream a warning or a remnant of what had passed? She was damn sure not going to bet the lifes of those at the club on that quandry. She raises her voice and projects much clearer through the phone than is normally possible. ::

"You're in danger. You're all in danger. I think they plan to attack again. Tonight. Luna is with you, I need to know where you are so we can come to help. Time is critical!"

:: With her other hand, she fishes her comm from the coffee table and tilts the phone so she can speak into the comm. ::

"Murray, get everyone and fast. I think Adam and his group may be planning another attack."

"I'm on it. Text me the address so I can plot it out."
Murrey gives a quick command over the drone channels to load into the van and begin safety and ammo checks. After receiving the address he picks out the requisite alternate routes, choke points and bug out paths.
As the new routes are uploading into the autopilot, Murrey messages the rest of the team with the new information.

Paladin lets a light chuckle out, but does not drop his cloak. "Good eye, most never see me coming, but no worries, I'm only here for some information, I'm not an enemy. In fact, we may end up being able to help each other out."

He pauses for a moment, checking her out on the Astral, maybe his last scan missed something, cause he can't think of any other way she spotted him. At the same time, he redials Bakatare to let him know whats up.

"Madam Yin, you are keeping with dangerous company. Your upcoming party will host some mean characters, are you aware of the nature of this group?"

Paladin
Her aura is tinnged with fatigue and worry but there remains a core of pride and anger. She is mundane, with no connections to the mana flows around her. Her body seems to be suffering some sort of ailment centered in her spinal region of her body. The dull echoes of pain move through her aura. When she speaks her voice is a little ragged and relaxed.

"I've always had to keep dangerous company but if you are referring to Micheal and his quaint group, yes I know. I am, by my own admission, a little fish so I have little say in all of this. They aren't the kind of people I can refuse and frankly, after the incident here I need the nuyen. Was there some thing else?"

Moira
Her voice comes back strained over the background noise. "Hold on a sec I can barely hear you." A few seconds go by and the ambient sound of the club vanishes entirely. "There we go, just plugged into the phone. What the frag were you saying?"

"I am saying that I believe you may suffer another attack tonight. Luna, my companion is by your side and we will come to your aid, but we need the location."

:: Mentally, she communicates with her ghostly companion despite the distance. As she shrugs into her jeans and jacket. ::

"Search the area, but be careful. If they will attack, they will be near. If you see them, flee immediately."

Bakatare frowns, hesitating for a moment as the comm crackles to the life in the same instant that the phone blinks. He shrugs, lifting the comm speaker to one ear and the phone to the other.

His eyes widen as Murrey's message comes across.

Murrey, you've got everything moving, right? We'll head for the van.

"Paladin? Not sure if you can hear me. Moira thinks there's going to be another attack, we're getting an address now. Tell Madam Yin that we're planning on crashing Michael's party. We'll pay her extra to help us out, and make sure none of it looks like it's her fault, so she's not to blame. Get her answer and head out, I'll have an address for you by then."

He pushes the microphone on the comm unit into place, and pulls his longcoat on, heading out into the living room and for the door.

Paladin turns off his Rutheniums (though he leaves his hood up) and steps foward towards her desk. "I know that no one likes being pushed around by bigger fish. I represent a group that is tired of them pushing. Maybe we can help each other out. We're planning on crashing that party. We'll toss some cashflow your way to make things easier on us and don't worry about it looking like you're at fault, we can cover our trails. Look, you have no idea how nasty this guy is and the drek he is causing. Mass murder. Worse. Its gunna stop. Are you in on helping us put him down? And please don't take too much time to think about it, he is at it again tonight and I've got places to be."

At the last part, he leans on her desk with his fists. He doesn't want to intimidate her, just get across that he is serious.

Over the phone to Bakatare: Done, get that address to me quick and I'll be in route.

Paladin
Her face remains neutral as you propose the alliance. "Done, I can't afford to have another group of runners trash my business." She reaches into the briefcase and slides over a card. "Contact me through this number to arrange the details." As she speaks an address is fed to you over the comms.

Moira
You hear a sharp intake of breath. "Frag me, can't I get a night out without body parts plastered on me." You see a line of text come over the phone with an address in Renton. "This.......party is underneath the abandoned building attached to this address.

Once again your vision swims with images. You see the dance area again, awash with the stink of alcohol and toxins. You move through the area until something catches your senses. A heavy copper scent laced with spoiled meat. Moving quickly towards the back of the basement you find a door, passing through it you discover a storage room with another door leading up to the street level. The room is littered with boxes and cords that run uder the door to the equipment in the main area. The scene here is overwhelming. You scan the floor and find a dark srimson pool oozing out from underneath a set of boxes near the exterior door. You circle around and find the remains of a man, a troll by the looks of it. His face is twisted in a grimace of pain and most of his flesh looks to have burned from the inside out. The garish threads of mana hang around the body and appear to have been woven through him. Nestled back further behind the body is a squat metal box with some sort of canister attached to it.

A powerful work was done on him. The magic was meant to kill and torture.

Murrey
You receive the address and have a route plotted out without really thinking about it

Bakatare
You move through the space and see an address scroll by on the comms.

Paladin swipes the card and heads for the door. "I'll be in touch."

He activates the Rutheniums as he leaves the office, not wanting to spook the staff, but as soon as he is outside, they turn off as he breaks into a run. Moments later he is buckled into his ATV and speeding through town, headed for the listed address.

Over the phone to Bakatare: She's in. I'm in route.

:: Moira's breath catches in her throat as the shared vision swims into focus. ::

"Oh. My. God. Iblis..they are there. They already started. You must get people to leave. NOW!"

:: With the sound of desperation even in her thoughts she commands Luna to cast Armor on Iblis and return to Moira's side as fast as spirtually possible, and hurries outside. ::

:: Standing in the moonlight, she looks up at the dark sky and raises her hands high above her in the air. Her voice begins soft and low as she grounds herself for the dangerous summoning she is about to begin. Seeing her companion by her side, and feeling connected with her totem fully, she opens herself to the plane of air as she calls forth a mighty spirit to aid her. ::

:: The spirit begins as nothing but a breeze, but soon, to the chanting of her voice and the power of her will, the spirit takes form before her. Then, with a final thrust of her spirit, she watches as the mana from her channels into the spirit making it swell with power. ::

:: Moira sinks onto the ground and takes a moment to refocus her mana flow. Once again, gathering it into her being for another challenging attempt at conjuring beyond her normal capabilities. Still seated, her song begins again as the fur on Luna's coat begins to glow. Slowly she rises as the song increases in power and cadence until she is once again filled with the strength of the song. ::

:: This time, she calls forth from the Plane of Man, calling out to the most powerful city spirit she can, her song like a siren drawing it closer as she attempts to bind it's will to her own. ::

Moira
The air darkens around you and the wind whips violently around the area. Clouds seem to tear down from the sky and gather in the space before you. You feel your life slipping from you as you weave more and more of yourself into the conjuring. You feel Luna anchoring your soul to this existence as he joins you. With a savage snap you feel the world shift and feel the magic leave you and take on a life of it's own. As you look up from the ground you see your spirit step through from the planes beyond. The air around her is charged and the winds continues to blow near her. The air smells of fresh rain and spring.

Be at peace Little Sister. We have never abandoned you in your need. I have heard your call and stand ready to render what aid I can. Speak and be heard.

The Maiden goes silent as she watches you begin another work. The air darkens again as the light of moon seems to gather into a brilliant point in the air. The small star grows as the song builds until with a flash you see a slim woman step from the light. The darkness seems to gather near her and cling like a perfume. She smells of slow decay and roots, the air is moist and still.

We have heard the call and have come as is the pact between us. What is your will in this world.

The Crone looks to the Maiden and they nod in recognition.

Bakatare
You feel the air ripple around you. Pieces of song waft by. You feel the world slide to the side as the mana warps through the house. You stumble as the mana writhes over your skin, wild and hot like breath. As you center to regain your balance, another wave rolls through the house. Crawling on your skin like tiny insects. As you come to your feet you hear Iblis's voice coming from the couch, it sounds small and distant. "Why the in the hell am I glowing like a cheap Vegas buffet!?! HELLO!! Where the frag are you people?!?!"

:: Moira, temporarily drained, bows to each incarnation. ::

"Thank you Great Mother. There is much evil to be fought and your assistance will be priceless."

:: Moving into the house, she eyes Bakatare, worry evident in her face. ::

"There may not be time for the others to get there. Im going astral, I would like you to join me."

:: Not wanting to waste a moment, Moira begins to wrap the mana around her protectively. ::

Over comm
The wide is raiting, let us be about our noble cause.

While waiting on the others to finish loading in, Murrey programs the Toyota to keep it moving to different innocous locations for 15 minutes at a time until it receives a text message with a specific comand and an address to pick up at.

Cursing, Bakatare stumbles over to the couch, scrambling for the phone, skin still crawling from the wash of mana that just tore through the house.

"It's a protective spell, Iblis, get out of there right now. Meet us two blocks south from the address you sent. We're on our way."

He glances at Moira as she strolls in the door.

"A little warning next time, Sister." he says with a wry smile. At her comment, he nods, settling down into a crosslegged position on the floor in front of the couch, staff extended and across his knees. Several twisting lines of mana wrap around him and focus down into various items he holds.

He takes one last minute to speak over the comms.

"Murrey, go ahead without us. We're going astral, it's faster, and with our spirits, we should be able to protect Iblis until you arrive to pick her up. I told her to wait two blocks south of the address you have, to get her out of the local area of the attack, hopefully."

He waits for Murrey's response before concentrating and tugging his spirit free of his body, hovering just above and awaiting Moira, the coiled form of his Western dragon ally spirit wrapped around his shoulders.

Paladin continues through traffic, doing his best to get there as fast as possible.

:: Moira nods once before taking a seat on the couch and relaxing, immediately, she enters astral and and verifies that Bakatare, her faithful companion and the two incarnations of her Goddess are with her. With a nod to the silver wolf, Luna leads the way to their employer and those that need her help. ::

On it.
Murrey heads out into the streets of the 'plex, making a beeline to the extraction point.

Paladin & Murrey
You move through the traffic with ease, your vehicle outclassing anything on the street. The minutes seem to stretch out in front of you as you push through the streams of cars and pedestrians.

Moira & Bakatare
You both rise through the air, following the large wolf as it runs through the astral mirror of the physical world. You see the blur of mana and life rushes by you. The world snaps into focus as you near a large building, from the astral it looks barely present. The wolf plunges into the structure angled down, as if making for the basement. You arrive in a space bursting with life. You see the crush of the dance floor, all the forms moving and spasming to the music.

:: Turning to the Crone, Moira bows. ::

"Dear Goddess. Please manifest yourself to those who dance and get them to run, however you need. Use your manifestation to frighten them out of this area before the evil magic begins."

:: Then, with a thought, she instructs Luna to take her to where the magic was cast. ::

Bakatare glances around, resisting the urge to manifest and scream, "RUN!" to the people going on about their lives. He turns, instead, to follow the wolf down, drawing his spirits from the meta-realms to move with him.

Moira & Bakatare
You peer through the haze trying to perceive the world of flesh and bone. The raw and naked feelings of the crowd wash over you. Almost in unision, you both see Iblis pushing through the crowd towards a door in the back, her form wrapped in a sheath of mana. Luna moves through the area heading for the same door.

Beyond is the fallen prey and the strange device.

As Luna speaks, Iblis reaches the door. With a grunt of effort she wrests the door open and moves into the room beyond.

With a quick shift the dance floor seems to hiccup as the spirit crosses the boundary from this world to the next. The slim woman looks around, with a smug look on her face. She throws her head back and begins to scream out a ragged and bleeding cry of pain. One by one the dancers begin to scream and scramble for the main exit.

:: After seeing the Crone work her magic, Moira issues a single thought and races through the door that Luna and her employer have disappeared into. Manifesting like a ghost at Iblis's side, the look of worry evident on her face. ::

"The circle is this way. There have some strange device. I think it's to delay the magic until they are safely away. It could activate at any moment."

Bakatare follows warily, tossing Socaire off his arm like a medieval falconer.

Listen and watch out here, friend. Alert me if the spell or the creature appears.

Moira & Bakatare
As you wish. The dragonette launches through the air and begins to circle the dance floor, passing over the scrambling party goers.

Your employer jumps at Moira's sudden appearance, stumbling into the body on the floor. Swearing a blue streak she turns and sucks in a breath at the sight of the troll. "Frag me...." She quickyl kneels and feels along the side of his neck. Her head snaps up at something in her peripheral vision. "That's not anything magical, looks like a bomb. Time to leave." She quickly stands, reaches into a nearby crate for her duffel and jogs towards the door leading to the street level. The device gives a single sweet chime at the sound of Iblis's voice. A recording plays, the voice is lazy and cruel. A man used to the world shaping itself to suit his needs.

"Cut your losses freak. This is the only warning you're going to get, call off what's left of the shadow trash you've hired. Accept it, you lost and move on."

Just as Iblis makes it to the door the world becomes a wall of light and heat. You watch helplessly as the device detonates. A ball expands through the room, smashing it's way through the door into the room beyond. You see people turn to register their death just before it devours them whole. Iblis is thrown up and through the door, her body limp, onto the street above.

Paladin & Murrey
You both close in on the city block where the underground club is located. The flow of traffic here is non-existent. You only see the occasional junkie or working girl on the sidewalks. The neighborhood shows the neglect of the Star, with trash spilling out of alleyways onto the stoops of the squats here. As you both near the meeting point, you see small clusters of people running and screaming through the streets. Suddenly a pulse of light and sound ring out. The trash is thrown up into the air by a concussive wave of air and people are knocked to the ground. You hear glass breaking all around the block. The building is spewing gouts of flame from the ground floor. You can clearly see burning bodies or what's left of them, all around the structure.

"Dear Lord..."

Paladin's eyes search the street franticly looking for some sort of fire hydrant.

:: Moira's scream pierces both astral and mundane despite the fire's inability to touch her manifested form. She quickly moves to the side of the mundane Iblis and assences the limp frame hoping for a spark of life. ::

Bakatare's astral form goes limp, eyes closing, arms outstretched and back arched as he hangs in astral space, trying to let the oncoming wave wash over him as fire rips through his astral body, followed by the waves of agony and pain from the victims and the survivors. His eyes half-open after the initial background count increase, and he calls for his familiar.

"Start searching the building, moving anyone still alive out onto the street." He lays a hand on the dragonette's head, drawing some small amount of comfort from the creature's presence, and turns to find Iblis and Moira.

Murrey pulls up onto the sidewalk, out of the way of Emergency Services and directs the MK-6 to empty remove it's payload and head into the blaze, scanning for survivors. As it makes it's way in, the van sensors scan about looking for a perpetrator.

Murrey
You pull out of the main street and bring the sensors into your network. Your vision swims with images as the van cycles through the different wavelengths. You see biological masses all over the street but only one has enough mass to be a person. The computers pinpoint it across the street two meters from the exterior of the building you had the address for.

You receive a prompt from the MK-6 that its ready to go. You portion a part of your attention to it and it exits the van. It quickly weaves around fleeing people and plunges down the stairs into the basement. The sensor feed becomes overwhelming for a moment as the drone drops the thermographic input. It quickly scans and locates three bio-masses, all moving. As you zoom in its sensors, you see a single man crawling across the floor. His legs appear useless. A little distance off, two women struggle as they use each other as support. All three have evidence of severe burns.

Paladin
You see Murrey's van pull aside and a small drone launch from it. You slow to avoid the people moving on the street. The buildings next to the bomb site have people spilling out. You scan the street and see a small smoking form with a memorable pack strapped to it's back. As you check around once more, you see the drone plunge into the burning building and catch the sight of a hydrant obscured by blast debris.

Bakatare
Socaire quckly moves through the remains of the club. You turn and see Moira fly out to the streets above. Of your employer, no signs of her in this room. The door where she was standing has been blown completely off and out.

Some metal demon is coming in. Three people remain that are moving. One more still lives but is not moving.

Moira
You ascend to the street level and see the chaos there. You gaze travels the scene, frantically looking for any sign of Iblis. You see the rest of your team as you search. Your nerves sing with the need to find her. Just when you think you'll snap from the tension, Luna calls to you. You slide across the street and see your ally spirit nuzzling a prone form.

Good job, friend. Levitate the person that's not moving out to the street, please.

He turns, diving up to the streets above, scanning for Moira, Iblis, and hopefully Murrey's van.

:: Hovering in astral space above the prone figure, she assesses the medical condition of the young girl. Knowing it would be best to save magical healing after mundane has tried, she hopes there is time to wait but is prepared if there isn't. In response to Moira's shift in mood and purpose, Luna transforms into a boyish sprite and gingerly lifts the hair away from her face. ::

Paladin runs over the the hydrant, while reaching into his coat to get his toolkit. He glances around to see if there are any emergency hoses near-by, but if not, he is still gunna bust this thing open and get some water flowing for people.

Not seeing a hose in sight, Paladin pulls his Staff out and spins it around once. The staff extends to its full length and at the same time a small spike springs from one end of the staff. He angles up his thrust and drives the dikoted spearhead into the hydrant, trying to get as much water flow as possible shooting towards the building and the crowd of burning bodies.

Murrey
The drone registers new movement, as you pull up the feed, you see a small dragonette landing on a stll form. It rises slowly and floats towards an exit. The two woman quickly fall in the wake of cleared debris left by your drone as it drags the prone man out to the street.

As you monitor the street, you see Paladin quickly jog across the street and kick some debris out of his way revealing a fire hydrant. With a precision strike, he releases the water in an explosive spray onto the burning building. You can clearly see the appeture bent by the force of the impact and redirecting the water towards the burning building.

Paladin
A drone moves past dragging a limp form behind it. From the spray of water a floating man sails past and soon after two women struggle out.

Moira
Her form is badly burned but she is still alive. Her breathing is steady but ragged. The right side of her face is swelling rapidly and she shows no signs of awareness. Luna looks to you. What should we do?

Bakatare
You clear the wreckage and see Moira hovering near a sprawled out body.

Taking one second to put his staff away, he then jumps into the path of the water for a moment, soaking himself. Quickly, he turns and runs towards the burning building, looking for survivors that need help getting out.

Murrey calmly assimilates the incomming data and adjusts, directing the van sensors to follow the meta down by the address; hopefully zoom in and snag a photo or three on that meta. Then he snaps a quick order to Mr-Fix-It to strart clearing sharp or burning debris from the road and clear it for other vehicles and alerts the Lynx twins to be on alert for defense.
Over comm
Stay warp everyone, whoever pulled this off is likely in the area and shatching. I'll continue to scan for likely spectators.

:: Still manifested, she waves at Paladin. ::

"Over here! It's Iblis, she needs medical attention but I cannot heal her until mundane healing has been applied!"

Seeing Moira waving for help, Murrey backs the van to the prone form to ease her loading into the van and steps out to assist, keeping connection through his remote deck.