Well, thought Nell, I'm fucked.
"I have to leave," she told Platform, sweat beading on her forehead. "It's a family emergency."
"I'm sure it is," she said with uncharacteristic anger.
Nell took a step back. She wanted to leave, but she didn't want to turn her back to potential danger. Granted, Platform's powers weren't for fighting the way that some peoples' were, but the woman was still a threat. In the end, Nell took the risk of turning to the stairs. She only made it a few steps before Platform was standing in front of her on a thin, two dimensional force field.
"Fixer. You have to stay here," Platform said, jumping off her eponymous, hovering plane.
Nell wasn't a fighter or a runner. She wasn't even much of a thinker. She was just a builder, and right then she was feeling pretty helpless.
She ran anyway. Better to try and fail than to never try. Apparently Platform hadn't expected that, but what she had expected didn't matter because as it turned out, luck wasn't on Nell's side.
The windows all along the wall shattered inward, spraying flecks of glass into the air. Nell instinctively shielded here eyes by burying her face in the crook of her elbow. Men in dark blue SWAT gear swung in on ropes. In her moment of panic, all Nell could think was that this was exactly how she had always imagined she would be caught. Somehow this provided a small measure of comfort--until one of the men did something terrifying.
He pulled a device from a holster. It looked like a police baton at first glance, but the tip branched out into a Y shape. The tips of the Y were blunted, and a stream of electricity sparked between them. Nell would have surrendered immediately, but she was not given the option.
"I have to leave," she told Platform, sweat beading on her forehead. "It's a family emergency."
"I'm sure it is," she said with uncharacteristic anger.
Nell took a step back. She wanted to leave, but she didn't want to turn her back to potential danger. Granted, Platform's powers weren't for fighting the way that some peoples' were, but the woman was still a threat. In the end, Nell took the risk of turning to the stairs. She only made it a few steps before Platform was standing in front of her on a thin, two dimensional force field.
"Fixer. You have to stay here," Platform said, jumping off her eponymous, hovering plane.
Nell wasn't a fighter or a runner. She wasn't even much of a thinker. She was just a builder, and right then she was feeling pretty helpless.
She ran anyway. Better to try and fail than to never try. Apparently Platform hadn't expected that, but what she had expected didn't matter because as it turned out, luck wasn't on Nell's side.
The windows all along the wall shattered inward, spraying flecks of glass into the air. Nell instinctively shielded here eyes by burying her face in the crook of her elbow. Men in dark blue SWAT gear swung in on ropes. In her moment of panic, all Nell could think was that this was exactly how she had always imagined she would be caught. Somehow this provided a small measure of comfort--until one of the men did something terrifying.
He pulled a device from a holster. It looked like a police baton at first glance, but the tip branched out into a Y shape. The tips of the Y were blunted, and a stream of electricity sparked between them. Nell would have surrendered immediately, but she was not given the option.
