Ernie's plan to employ a bug army immediately ran into a really big problem, or maybe a really small one if you think about it. He'd communicated with insects before, commanded them to perform simple tasks and now... well, he was starting to get a distinct feeling for their limitations. Insect brains were small, really small, and not terribly full of independent thought. Attempts to get them to go for the source of the voice led to them clustering around speaker grilles in the ceiling. Attempting to ask them for the location of the villain had them effectively answering his queries with statements that they didn't know. In the end, very little was accomplished other than to make his throat a bit sore making the right clicking noises. Well, that and there were now clusters of cockroaches lining the walls and corners of the lobby, telling him they were hungry, and a very sizable contingent of moths and gnats that had gotten trapped by the allure of the fluorescent lighting, telling him that the moon was so close and bright tonight.
Cindy's charge into the basement went uncontested, and her charge into the mannequins similarly so... at first. Plastic body after plastic body smashed under her bat until she was breathing hard with exertion, the room silent except for her breath. Then there was the creak of plastic on plastic... one by one, mannequin heads turned to face her direction, in some cases turning to inhuman angles on the still bodies. And then... nothing. They just stared. When Cindy moved, the heads moved too, to follow her.
As Ernie shouted clicks at the walls, and Cindy departed with great fervor, Express sighed and faded from view again. About half a minute later, she was back in the lobby.
"Guards are stabilized and set off to one side. Called an ambulance, let them know not to enter the building until we tell them it's clear."
A moment later, she added, "So, do we want to fetch Cindy? She was being awfully noisy down there. And now, it's a little too quiet."