Realistic or Modern Escaped, but not free.

[Vampunk]

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Zoe hesitated, her tall, metallic form coming to a halt the first time since she had torn through the gate like it was nothing.
But now she stood there, her heels coming to rest on the sterile floor of the scientist's quarters as her mind raced, reasoning with herself that they did not have any time to waste.

Clenching her jaws the sound of metal edges scraping against each other echoed through the chambers before her crimson gaze fell on Ghost, a small nod coming from the metal-encrusted girl.
"Be quick, just grab the first things you see and let's get out of here." Strike muttered as her eyes darted over to the next door, being the second to last one to fall before they were to taste freedom.

Taking two long steps towards the door Stryke readied her fist as her eyes came to wander over the metallic skin on her arms, feeling them meld into flesh and human skin under the effect of Terminal's power.
But she needed every ounce of her strength she could get, even if it meant sacrificing parts of herself to it.

Letting go of a low growl Zoe's fist collided with the lock, breaking it and turning the once sterile white light of the chambers into an emergency red, signaling that their intrusion had been detected.
"Fuck." Zoe cursed as she turned to the others, urging them to finish up with whatever they were doing before her foot collided with the door, sending it flying backwards into the dark corridor that lay behind it.

"No time to waste, follow me, whatever you can snatch, take it with you. Hurry!" Zoe added as she stepped over the rubble.

 

[FireMaiden]

Ghost smiled, "Thank you Stryke," She said, before she started to hurry. She gazed at the others, two of them had already gotten their own files, or at least the contents. Ghost clutched hers, holding it tivbt enough for the folder to crumpled slightly under her slender fingers. But what about the others? Quickly she began to scan the tables looking for the other files. Bastet and Terminal were the only other ones escaping with then right? Nobody else had joined them. While she scanned the tabels, She noticed some had their callsigns, while other had just a name or a number. And there were so many, by the time she had spotted the others' files, the alarms started. Only able to grab a file with Stryke's name on it, hidding it behind her own, she wasn't able to tell the others the location of their files before the metal girl was telling them to hurry. Maybe they would get lucky, and be able to grab them, but she couldnt stop. They were so close, she could almost faintly smell the sweet fresh air outside of the chemical lined rooms. Though Ghost couldn't help be feel almost terrified at the sudden realisation that getting out was now a feasible task. An overwhelming wave of anxiety washed over her as her midn filled with rapid thoughts of blazing failure once they were free. But reguardless, she couldn't stop now. None of them could, they were so very close. She almost smiled, until another scent fell upon her nose "More incoming from the right, and they're moving fast," She said, following Stryker out of the blaring red lights of the previous room.

 

[Flutterby]

Bastet was having a bit of a hard time keeping up, with Terminal slung over her, but she was managing. When they entered the quarters of the scientists, everyone slowed down, looking around. Even when Stryke smashed the lock and the lighting switched, they were looking for their callsigns printed on manila, the only link to their previous life left. She looked too, not seeing a file for her anywhere.
"I dont.. mine's not.." She caught sight of one for Terminal, and moved to grab it. Lucky she decided to be kind, because hers was just a few feet away, stuck in a little bin hanging on the wall. She snatched it and started to run again, trying to focus on getting out. But in the back of her mind, she was wondering why her file looked thinner than everyone else's. She had been here since before she could remember, but they had less information on her. How did that work?

 

[SodaToast]

Jasper Espara - Orion
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Jasper winced as the once white, fluorescent lights that he had grown so accustomed to suddenly began to flare on and off with a new, crimson red color. He came to a stop and leaned against the wall, unexpectedly feeling quite groggy as if he were prematurely awoken from a peaceful nap. His breath was short and ragged and he opened and tightly closed his eyes, feeling tears forming. He raised a hand to wipe them away and also to push himself off of the wall. Jasper was both surprised and worried about his body's reaction to the exposure of the change in lighting. If he suddenly felt a rushing sense of fatigue simply from the ceiling lights changing, how would he react to when exposed to the Sun? He pondered the idea for a second, curiosity getting the better of him, before coming back to reality and risking a quick glance behind him. Jasper's heart sunk as he saw the girl, Bastet, attempting to maneuver around the room while having the boy, Terminal, propped up against her shoulder. After a moment of hesitation, Jasper shook his head and removed his dampening gravity effects on himself. His knees almost buckled beneath him and he quickly rested his side against the wall to relieve some pressure off of his now extremely sore limbs. Raising one of his hand, he directed his palm towards the boy and used his ability to reduce the effects of gravity on his body. As he pushed himself off of the wall to go back and help the two of them, he felt another rush of vertigo and dropped to one knee, trying not to vomit. He heavily regretted his decisions to not maintain his physical body, strength, and stamina as he rested there, unable to help the two others. Shakily standing up, he gestured with his hand for the girl to follow and, raising his voice, said "Come. It should be easier now." He turned around and forced his legs to, once again, return to their aching rhythm of running.