Threat

"I'm hiding nothing. Are you trying to pick up a pointless fight?"

He looks back at the lady. Seething with disappointment. Annoyed at her change in behaviour over the past few months. Aggression that led to nothing in times like this. He stares back, hiding beneath his sweat. Looking towards his colleagues for assistance. But as she drew closer, he could watch them all . Unsure to pursue an angry woman with giant power.

"I've heard about those goons talk about your actions. Every time I think about what they say. It all starts to make sense."

She snarled, pushing him against the wall. Looking directly against his face with ferocious intent. Unyielding despite his stiff appearance. Shane watched, feeling uneasy with the look of his. Aggressively attempting to put her back in place but even she knew he wasn't that type of person.

"Why are you so startled at something you know you 'didn't' do? What with that look of yours? So tense inside..."

She moves a root close to his neck, filled with deceptively sharp branches that would kill. He winced, noticing the dirt and water trickle down onto his skin. Sloshing about like a stiff tentacle with thorns. He looks back up, noticing her now brown eyes burn in a bright amber glow. Watching him silently like an android.

"Can you stop? You do realise that anyone would be just as frightened when you decide to blackmail with weapons?"

He looks back at her, feeling the roots move ever closer to his skin as they made contact. Touching the tip of her overgrowing rage. Listening to the pulses of her plants stuck in her control like puppets.

"BlAcKmAiL??? Choose your next words wisely."

She seethed, licking her lips at her fearful look as she awaited the unresponsive man. Hiding his damaged shallow breath in deep solitude. His body trembled, hiding the cold sweat that began to dissolve into the nasty exposed dirt.

"COME ON!!! WHY AREN'T YOU SPEAKING UP!?!"

She immediately attempts to plunge deep into his skin. Trying to burrow deep into his neck in a mindless execution. Hoping to scare him into submission but as she pulled in her strength, she could only feel the stiff control of her plants, pulling her back and wrapping around her skin in a strange purple glow, ever tightening upon her violent struggle to break free.

'Tightrope Emo Quarter."

With the silent muffled echo within the casket, she watched as the colours cumulating around her plants engulf the room in a dark purple hue. Swallowing the bright lights that broke in and turning the room into a dark hellish hole amid the weak panelling that tore apart from the ceiling. Exposing the deep wires that connected upon what was once a deep cave with flashes of purple lightning. She looks up, watching Victor immediately drop to the floor, frozen in fear at the surprisingly violent strength he witnessed.

"Hmm... I thought you said earlier that you guys are well trained. What's with the dysfunctional relations? Why must I have to babysit for your actions?"

The man in the casket echoed through the lab, turning to look at Leroy with slight dissatisfaction. The man still attempting to open the lock. Nervously looking away from the nonsense unfolding. Engrossed into his task as he spoke back, muffled beneath the lid of the deep lock. Unsurprised at their behaviour.

"You didn't have to. As the leader overseeing this group. I can simply report their behaviour and fire them on the spot. I'm just attempting to be lax in this nasty situation. But you do you..."

He looks back at him, warmly despite his unamused expression. His body lacking any sort exertion of strength. Mostly hollow and ignorable. But as he look back, he could hardly believe the tight spot Sylvie was in. Now whimpering beneath her feet, unable to control her plants in a fluster of annoyed emotions. Bringing her down to earth in one sudden silent swoop. Hardly using a fraction of his power.

"I think that is enough, she got the message."

She drops onto the ground, exhaling heavily as the plants retracted back into the ground. Leaving nothing but burst pipes, dangling wires and torn sheet flooring that attempted to bring the entire place down. She looked back at the man, barely able to stand up. Obviously shaken by the immense strength he had witnessed. But he seemed less focused on the main issue and more focused on the man and his casket. Stunned by his power for a 37 year old man stuck in purgatory with a hairstyle that was two centuries too old. As if he is the only one with godly powers in this planet at the moment and the main subject of her question.

She wanders up to him, grabbing him by the shirt. Staring deep into his eyes, still ignorant without any intensity. As if he didn't care what she did to her.

"I'll find the truth. Better be prepared. Victor Thompson."

As she drops him on the floor. She turns away, heading deeper into the broken laboratories. Strolling in defeat and determination, hiding the dark composure that enveloped beneath her skin. Ignoring her friends as she turns towards the darkness.

"What's with her?"

Shane looks at Baku who shrugs off with nervousness. Unsure what the woman was really thinking. Worried for her safety and her future. Was the impossible transformation into a giant human affecting her behaviour? She is starting to fall further away from her usual self. Deep into a despair she created. Yet as she looked at Atsuki lifting him back up, she could begin to feel a sense of illusion in his life. A man hiding multiple masks. Rather uncomfortable to reveal what is deep inside. A shattered confident man without his guns to prove.

If they could only speak up....

"This should do the trick!"

Leroy stood back, listening to the casket hiss open, cracking from its age as it dropped to the floor like a worn adhesive hook. Lacking it's resolve to continue hiding his immense power within the cold air that bellowed out like a blizzard. Emerging a tall, frail yet muscular man. He wasn't well built, lacking a shirt nor the intensity of a determined lion hunting his prey. Hiding what seemed like dark emotions he is ready to spill in the form of blood. An uneasy sight unlike the blond hair that laid around him with couth. A perfect 7:3 haircut with a tinge of purple hues tainting the side of his hair like an infection. Naturally unnatural.

"Thanks! It was getting way too stuffy in here. But umm, how are we going to get our targets? You seemed to imply some of the weapons we need are taken away..."

He looks at Leroy, trying to make eye-contact at Leroy who was shorter than him. Ignoring the questionable looks he got from his colleagues around him. Still rather unsure of their plan and tired from their long journey as Derek looked on with disappointment and fear in his eyes.

"Don't worry I got my means of acquiring knowledge."

As he wandered towards the exit, he tosses a earphone the size of a toe nail and a untainted lab coat laying by a large, flipped metal cabinet. Lacking any signs of use since the debut of the lab. Urging the entire group to move amid the cold sounds of the Atlantic Ocean. Sloshing violently amid the burning sun.

"That is for contact, it should be possible to communicate across the globe. Just don't expect it to be resistant to damage."

He winks at the man, looking away in deep thought. Still as mysterious as the rapid incidents which fired in succession amongst his friends like uncontrolled fireworks. A messy jumble of information he did not need.

"Lets go. We got work to do."