'cause you're hot then you're cold

[unconfines]

[It's a disaster. There's no other way to slice it.

It isn't that Blue hadn't prepared a suitable plan of attack, it's that the plan had completely fallen to pieces when it came to getting everyone out. Mission objective complete, technically. The backlash had just been more than they expected. They'd been forced to scatter instead of sticking to the intended extraction; he doesn't know what happened to anyone else.

He's sure the CDC won't care about that part.

His blackglass keeps giving him the same generic error message over and over when he tries to check in on the status of his team, because of course it does. The only other option is to cut his way through underbrush, try to make it back to the temporary camp they'd established at the halfway point. Foreign plantlife catches on his uniform, and he finds himself wishing for the old-fashioned way, not for the first time. Crows don't stop working right when you need them the most.

When he realizes that there's someone else in the brush ahead of him, he stops in his tracks. He isn't particularly subtle; there isn't any way he went unnoticed. He doesn't have much left in him, but he does have enough to make electricity crackle menacingly around his open hand.]

Who's there?

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[ Calling this a disaster is an understatement.

Maybe it's because he's a planner; strategical to a fault. He thinks of backup plans and more backup plans, but something about this operation had backfired so spectacularly he has to wonder if they were supposed to survive it. The CDC is a large organization, he has no illusions of being indispensable. Quite the contrary– Red team had the highest chance of casualty, just from how dangerous their work ends up being.

Still, this whole mission is a nightmare. It's pushing him to be a little unconventional with things, and he hopes that some of the things he's had to pull won't come back to haunt him. The network being down makes it very difficult to maneuver, but he supposes they've done similar things in the past. Carefully, he picks his way through the crowded and cool underbrush, silent aside from his own breathing and the small sounds around him. However, there's a break in the quiet as he hears unmuffled footsteps nearby. A crackle of something makes the hair on the back of his neck stand on end, but he lets out a soft sigh when he hears whoever it is speak up. ]

Anders, I know you're Blue, but you really are quite loud.

[ He steps out from a darker section, the blue electricity in the mage's hand illuminating the space between them. ]