The Secret Wars.

Hailey's heart nearly exploded with joy as she heard Helena speaking to them from the comm. A smile appeared on her face than followed by a wicked grin. Helena really was quite talented.

But she managed to keep the joy to her self and say. "Alright let's go help this girl out and throttle some demons" she says with a darkly wicked grin while rolling the sleeves of her hoodie up. "Alfie I hope u have that contraption ready for me or I might just ask u guys to leave the room while I go nuts on their asses" she says getting darker and darker, her eye twitching as she cracks her knuckle, thinking about what she would do to them.

"Helen?!" Kropp was immediatly at Henry's side, staring at the communicator in joy. "You're alive!" From the other end Helena grinned. "Damn straight, to both of you." She searched the room for an exit, only finding one door that she was sure was guarded. "You can't keep a girl like me down." Despite her outward confidence one could sense the edge of fear in her voice. "Henry, Kropp; how soon can you get here? Because I'm not sure I can get out of this alone. I can sense this place is crawling with them-" There was a loud pop and a shriek; the sound of wrenching metal and a large thud and clang. Then there was silence. After a moment or two a voice rang eerily from the communicator; not belonging to either of the men. "Oh, Henry- how much we have heard about you. You really should have come here yourself; instead of sending your little..friend. Oh, she was far too careless. I'm sure you would have at least posed a challange for us. But; now that we know that she knows you, and is obviously aware of our existence- things are about to go very bad for her." The com then went silent.

Henry froze as the new voice rang through, shakily turning the volume up on the communicator. He released the button on the communicator, a chill running down his spine as the comm finally went silent. He waited. Still nothing. Shit.

He set the comm down on the table, his hand barely shaking. "Okay," he said. "Does anyone have a plan?"

Kropp's blood ran cold, and he took a step back. "I...sleeping gas. I need to get it into the vents- on the lower floors if we're skimpy. Alfredo, could you find a way to disable the security bots? If not we'll just have to twist some metal." Kropp flung open another large case, filled with small packs of sleeping gas. "One is enough to knock out a platoon. I also brought flash grenades, killing an entire military base won't look too good on my record."

Hailey's eyes widened and her whole body began to tremble slightly. After a moment, her expression filled up with rage, she cringed enough to make her teeth creek together and her nails were digging into her palms once more.

She manages to contain her self with inhuman amounts of effort before struggling to say "What ever were doing... We better figure it out soon before I just decide to go on a killing spree" her eyes filled with rage and bloodlust.

Henry still stared down at the comm on the table, praying it might come back on. Still silence. He straightened as Alfredo suddenly came up the stairs, his eyebrows shooting up at the equipment he brought with him. That was a lot of work done in only a few hours.

His jaw nearly dropped, though, when Alfredo started explaining the guns he gave to Kropp and Lucia. Holy hell, that's useful. If this thing worked, he wouldn't have to clear out the whole damn base by himself. He caught the weapon thrown to him, scowling down at the gun. My gun is fine...

He strapped it next to the gun already at his belt, and looked up. "Yes. So I assume this means we're no longer going for a stealthy entry?" he asked. "And besides that, it might be best to test those guns" - he pointed at Kropp and Lucia - "before we get out there. Or at least, I might demonstrate the sort of effect it would have. All it does is connect them, right? So they'll still have to fight with the demon. Be best if they had some idea what to expect."

Kropp wrapped the belt about himself and raised his hand. "Like I said; sleeping gas in the vents. Unless you want to take on the entire city's military and get branded as terrorists- which is probably a lot less fun and a lot more 'man hunt-y' than what some of us have been experiencing. SO maybe sit on that thought for a couple seconds."He glanced at Henry, then at Lucia. "And as much as I appreciate the view maybe something that doesn't scream 'I am not here to make nice'?" From the communicators came a slow, eerie sobbing, moan; and if one listened closely they could make out a pained chorus of qI'm sorry'. The voice repeated this like aritualistic chant. It wasn't recognizable, or barely, without its usual confident demeanor; but it was Helena. She yelped, groaning; her voice choked- as if an invisible force was strangling her. She grunted and moaned, small yelps coming from the com.

"The gas is only gonna last so long, though," he pointed out. "Especially in such a huge building. We might end up stranded in there as they wake up..."

He trailed off as he suddenly noticed the sounds coming from the comm... sobbing. "I'm sorry," she sobbed, over and over, and yelped in pain, and his jaw clenched. Damn him...

He snatched up his comm, turning away and scowling. Well, there was no harm in him talking. He already knew he was there. He hit the button. "You've made your point," he said into the intercom, his voice flat.

"Yes, but it'll at least give us a head start charging in there..... And it'd only be the lower levels. The fans will keep it circulating in the air." Kropp's voice tensed. The voice on the other end picked up, amusement playing in his word. "Oh? And what point would that be, Henry?" He chuckled and in the background Helena let out a scream and a choked gasp; a tensed yelp coming from her. "Quite strange you know; she really is rather fond of the lot of you. She's putting up quite an amiable fight; still losing, of course. She seems to care quite a considerable amount about you specifically, as well. Oh, how ashamed she is that she let you down. Tsk, tsk- the poor dear." The voice taunted him, taking a great deal of joy in doing so.

Henry took his finger off the button for a moment, collecting himself. He took in a breath and pressed it down again. "Let her go," he said, his voice dangerously soft. "She can tell you nothing you don't already know."

The voice laughed from the other end. "Oh, we know that. But; she's useful to us for a different reason entirely. " There was a moment or two of silence before the voice spoke in a lower tone. "We can use her to get to you. You see; people work in strange ways, they care for others to the point that their lives come to have more effect on them than their own. While this little girl doesn't mean so extremely much to you; her agony angers you, doesn't it? You want to kill me, don't you? You're angry at us for causing her to suffer? Ah, Henry; she is far too useful to be let go. She's a mental weapon- a war of the mind that we're using to bait you here; and despite the fact that we just told you that- you'll still come. Why? Because the thought of freeing her and destroying us is too much for you to resist."

Henry was silent. "You realize," he said, "I would have come to storm your little hole whether you had her or not." I, he said, not we. The less he implied about them, the better. And the longer he got him to talk, he realized, the more likely he would let something important slip. "So none of this is necessary."

"Ah, this is true." The voice chuckled. "But it makes it so much more interesting when we have something you want." In the background Helena gave a choked scream of agony, slurring out sobbed apologies and pleas. "Her mind really is an interesting place; you should try it sometime. Then again, the mind of a teenage girl is rather complex. Oh, and tell 'Hailey', 'Alfredo', and 'Albert' I said hello." He laughed, Helena now sobbing in the background. "I'm sorry- I'm so sorry, Henry." She cried. "Did I tell you you could speak, pet?" The voice sighed; Helena shrieked, her voice once again becoming intangible noises of pain.

His knuckles were white from his grip on the comm. He didn't say a word. He released his hold on the button, helpless fear flashing across his face for a moment. He knew well what that felt like. It wasn't a torment he'd wish on anyone...

"It's alright, Helena," he said into the comm, trying to keep his voice from shaking. "Don't worry about it, okay? The less you fight the less it hurts, There's no shame in it." He ignored the damned demon. There was no point in bantering with him.

Helena managed to find her voice, forcing out pained words. "I...can't- won't...let him." She cringed. "Into my mind.." The demon mocked her. "Oh, dear, but you already have. Your thoughts, memories, knowledge, all belong to me now. You must feel powerless? A horrid feeling, isn't it? Ah, Henry, I do recommend you hurry up- before I become bored and do something rash like-" He paused. "Maybe throw her in the generator? I have no idea what it would do; but I can only imagine it'd be horribly painful and; not to mention, lethal." Helena gave a small shriek of fear and he laughed.

Henry was shaking - not from fear, more from suppressed rage. He released the button on the comm and set the comm back on the table, letting his taunts fall without response. "He won't say anything useful," he said. "And he won't kill her." That he was certain of, in spite of his taunts. He'd already just called her too useful to let go. "So what's the plan."

Hailey's mind was about to blow up after that exchange. Hearing Helena so broken made her feel it herself, she was trying to bring the pieces back together in vain. She looks at Alfredo for a second and says "No none, let's do this" she said cringing trying to contain her rage and sadness.

Hailey told them she would be right back and went upstairs quickly looking through her clothes pile for something specific. A hoodie and sweatpants wouldn't be very efficient on a mission like this. She finally finds what she's looking for, black leather pants that had somewhat of a padding and a long sleeved leather shirt with a hood once again, made the same way as the pants. She finally ties her hair up In a simple pony tail and goes back down about five minutes after she had left the group.

"Ready" she says simply in cold tone.

Kropp gritted his teeth at the exchange; but realized it would be best to let Henry handle it. In the meanwhile he armed himself; his axe, an extre short-sword, flash grenades, explosives, push knives *which he hardly knew how to use but they could come in handy*, a length of rope and a gas mask; which he handed out one to all of them. "Alright when I give the signal, you need to get these on asap, unless you want the rest of us to drag your unconcious, sorry hind home." He showed them how to properly put it on and explained how to breathe through it. He looked at them all; dragging the trunk filled with sleeping gas behind him, now garbed in his military issue trenchcoat to hide the weaponry. "So you lot ready to move out?

Henry hesitated, then nodded. He'd prefer to play around with the kids guns a little further, but they had no time. If worse came to worse he could always assist Kropp and Lucia there. He accepted the equipment Kropp passed him without argument, hanging the gas mask around his neck and crossing his arms. He hesitated, then undid his tie and left it on the table. It'd only be easy to grab in a fight. "Let's hurry up," he said, snatching the comm up and lowering the volume before pocketing it.

Hailey puts the mask around her neck and immediately follows after Alfie chuckling grimly.

"Sorry kid don't think there will be much left to dissect after I'm done with them." she says, a cruel look on her face, cracking her knuckles.

Kropp dragged the luggage box behind him in the sewers; thanking himself for choosing a container with wheels. When they were spotted he flung himself to the side, observing Alfredo's method. He looked as the other staggered to his feet, springing up himself. "I've got it-" He pulled out what Alfredo had given him; fumbling with it for a second, unused to the technology- before pointing and pulling the trigger. Kropp, in his youth, had played the game tug of war many times; this was no different. Well, except for the fact that the demon was thrashing like a rabid animal pulling at the strings of Kropps mind. He gritted his teeth; not accustomed to the process, wrestling with the demon. He slowly, but surely managed to pull it out, blinking in confusion after it was done. "Well- that was, interesting." He inspected the gun in confusion for a moment before replacing it in his holster.