Lucky severed the power cables and dropped off the bike, eyes shut tight as she fell, stick braced for impact.
    "We've lost external power!" snapped a man in the control room.
    The roof gave way, then the level beneath that. There was a brief open space, two stories worth of strange equipment and power banks. She crashed down onto a tube filled with green glop of some kind and shattered it. Then she was up, throwing aside fragments, and surrounded by a clutch of stunned-looking men in lab coats.
    Phoenix spun mirrors and reflected light, blinding several guards, then threw the toolbox at the one he had missed, rolled forward and ripped off the coverall, revealing his brilliant costume. The guard ducked, and tools flew everywhere. Phoenix drew his bokken.
    Scott considered the situation and fell out of the ceiling in liquid form at the three guards, knocking them around. The one he missed pressed something on his belt, adding to the alarms already going off, then stepped in and swung at Phoenix. It was one of those chemically enhanced types.
    "So, I hear those treatments make your dick fall off," Phoenix remarked, ducking.
    "That's rude," Scott observed primly.
    The wall exploded nearby and a man flew back, surrounded by a familiar glow, and hit the opposite wall in the corridor. He didn't seem hurt, just a little stunned. Through the series of holes he had left, they could see Needle, also glowing, clad in a rather revealing hospital gown.

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