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Jael responded via text log again.
"Roger."
Moving upstairs, Jael was armed with adamantine claws, examining corners of the stairwells after securing each floor. All the while, Jael would observe and check for anything that would be of interest to the rest of the team.
Jael's head shook seeing the text log and voice messages. At the building, the Heavy looked around the sides of the buildings.
Watching Rox's six, Jael would examine the area just in case the damage to the building was due to attackers.
Zebedee and Taeka get up. Naturally, the first thing that would be done by both of them, in spite of how near or far they were from each other, would be to examine their surroundings.
Jael was already walking toward Building 32. It wasn't hard to follow the directions and get there at a reasonable pace, checking the rear occasionally to make sure the rest of the team was following and at a good pace.
Jael walks along, wearing the exo-suit in its entirety, not uttering a word. Instead, Jael texted the rest of the team.
The text read as follows:
"Exo-suit oxygen levels are normal."
(Forgot what I was having Kaitlyn do lol)
Kaitlyn was on a walk home down one of the city streets. First teleporting, and now a time traveler? Did someone slip something in her coffee?
"Then we'll deal with you," Zebedee said defiantly, "I don't care what you are, who you are... None of that matters. The only thing that matters now is that you're going to pay for this."