Penderson looked on at Ozymandias for a long moment as Barton closed, locked and chained the front door. Security conscious, these people were, and he still had a shotgun held loosely in one hand.
"How about how the hell you actually found us? And more importantly, what are you gonna do about this guy when you do find him? I saw lightning. I saw it coming from his hands. If he ain't Iron Man, what's gonna get done?" Penderson asked pointedly.
Cut, Nous and Autolycus
Cut made his way up the stairs to join Autolycus, running into the Mystagogue outside and on the third floor. Undoubtedly, Autolycus would smell a remarkable freshness coming toward him. Cut really did smell that good.
Suddenly, something triggered in Autolycus's memory. If he reflected back on about a one minute window in that room, he simply could not remember. Names were requested? After that? Gone. He was out here. Hmm.
The door to the apartment, their quarry and Ozymandias was closed and locked.
Nous's sprint from her discussion with Shaniqua came with new information, and the sassy Guardian joined the others, her jog having helped her catch up fairly swiftly.
Go ahead and roll Int+Occult-3, Snarl.


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