Cold-Blooded

Sinner

She had finished assigning the rookies with tasks to aid Operation: Saviour when she noticed the Knight wasn't in the vicinity, and was strolling towards the elevator when Breaker provided information on his whereabouts. "He was called by Scarecrow to Stagg's airships, Alias," he said as she looked off her shoulder. "Something about a Cloudburst...maybe that has something to do with the fear toxin."

"Simon Stagg? Sounds like Stagg didn't provide his side of the deal. Thank you for the update, Breaker, and please make sure that the rookies don't mess up. I got enough on my mind as it is."

"I'll do my best."

"That's all I ask." Breaker parted from Alias's side when Rex forwarded her, a nod starting their side campaign. He offered his hand and she took it without hesitation and, before the elevator doors could open, he moved the two of them through reality fast enough that they let out a static shockwave when they appeared. They were back at the warehouse where the Knight and herself ran into Syndicate militia but by the pressure surrounding her hand, Alias knew something wasn't right.

You'd expect the carpet to be how it was, with glass and your ice still here, but someone was here.

"You're not wrong, their heat signature still lingers. But it's more than one person. Five at most, three of them Metas." The mist rose against her face and she examined the smeared colours within the room as she moved, identifying temperatures that were the same yet completely different. It danced mostly around the centre of the room, but some strayed up towards the ceiling and others against the wall. That was when she noticed the glass ceiling was intact. Strange.

In fact, I think I can display what they did in here.

She blinked hard. "You can do that?"

I may not be the strongest telepath, but Scarecrow did tell me to rig the place with psychic links after the incident. May I? She let the mist fade from her face and reluctantly forwarded Rex again, a soft smile on his face. He could feel the worry just by the look in her eyes but her brain waves indicated something nestled deep within her mind that she didn't want to recall, and he held her shoulders. I realised what you meant when you mentioned your abhorrence towards mind-control...

Alias made an uneasy expression, "I can't even trust my own mind. But I trust yours...show me." He spun her around so that she was facing the centre and moved his hand towards her temple, before tapping it. Like a bubble of obscurity had suddenly been popped, Alias could feel his power running through her body and rushing along her skin. It was light yet violent, sounds and smells that she didn't experience rushing to her senses. She stepped back, overwhelmed by what was happening and felt Rex's hands still on her shoulders.

Click.

Her head snapped to the door, a group of armed people dressed in padded black walking in with a woman in front. Alias watched as the woman walked up towards her before stopping short and crouching down to pick up a small cluster of violet ice off the carpet. This was what Rex meant when he rigged the warehouse; she was, essentially, living his memory. The woman examined it carefully before gripping it in her fist and standing, facing her bodyguards. "Get him in here," she informed one of them and they rushed to fulfill her order, her New Zealander accent sharp enough to cut her words. "The reports were right, she is alive."

Alias furrowed her brows as the woman swore to herself, combing back her tousled blonde hair in annoyance, and attempted to understand who 'she' was. She was about to ask Rex what the hell she was seeing when she moved to get a better view but a shiver that melted down her nape stopped her. The man that was called into the room arrived with his dress shoes clicking with every step he made. He appeared different from the rest, dressed in a dark navy suit and slicked blonde hair the same shade as the woman's. Rex glanced at Alias, who was frozen on the spot, and paused his memory. She may have gaps in her memory about her past, but she could never forget the man who snapped it.