HP: : 1
Condition: : Normal
. . . . .
Velox stood off to the side, observing the strange man while Rachelle was paying close attention to the local radio feeds. The portal he had stepped through may have been dismissed from reality, but in his mind it still stood out like a sore thumb. Something inexplicable even after going though that footage forty times. If only he had a full sensor sweep that he could've aimed at the thing so he could have a better grasp of just what Panborn had done.
Something about that oddly shaped knuckle duster he had with him. It's the only thing that really stuck out.
"<I have confirmed chatter. There's an agent half a mile out, and paramedics are five minutes behind him. He's right about one thing at least, there've been similar reports in two other locations. There were two unnamed costumed men who were taking children through spacial phenomena identical to the one we've witnessed.>"
More wormholes? He hadn't seen Johnathan attempt anything else, so if his conduct was anything to suggest then there were at least two other people in his group organizing this.
Mark brought a hand up to the side of his helmet, tilting to once side as to feign sudden interest in what he was seemingly hearing. "Someone'll be here in about a minute. If you don't want to stick around when they show up, now's your chance."
For all of your Play-By-Post games.