[ Yes, that was truly an inspiring bit of advice, and inwardly, Alec rolls his eyes. What did he expect really?
From there, he mills around for a bit, finding a place where no one would notice if he were toā¦ vanish. Moving through a crowd while mostly invisible was tricky at best, and he had initially resigned himself to having to work his way back to the stairs at the foyer, but luck was kind enough to throw him a bone for once. One of Mansoonās security staff exits a stairway near Alecās hiding spot, allowing him to slip past the man and into the back corridors of the building. Cat-quiet, he slinks along, though the halls are blessedly empty for the moment. He pokes his head in a couple of rooms, not finding much (and in one case, finding literally nothing but bare walls and a bare floor). One room, however, does yield results. Down a short hall splitting off from the main thoroughfare is a small office, a pair of desks shoved against two walls, a computer console on each.
After warding the door, Alec settles in, and for a few blessed minutes is able to just work. This is where heās most comfortable, snooping through someone elseās stuff and quietly stealing away their secrets.
However, suddenly and sharply, something like dread crawls up his spine. He whips around to look at the door, but thereās no movement on the other side. No noises from the hall. A shake of his head and he goes back to his work. Heās just being paranoid, he tells himself, but the feeling doesnāt go away. In fact, it gets worse. A sense of wrongness becomes a sense of distress, and Alec can hardly focus with the way itās howling in his ears.
Without thinking, his hand goes to his comm, like heās moving on instinct. ]
Quill, anything happening down there?
[ No answer. No answer and that feeling digs its claws into the back of his neck, rakes its fangs over his brain, and Alec buries his face in his hands, palms pressed to his eyes so hard he sees stars. What the fuck was happening? Why was this feeling so strong and why couldnāt he ignore it? The distress is so strong, so persistent, and has him so rattled that the obvious doesnāt even occur to him, doesnāt even dawn on him that something is wrong, and itās screaming at him through whatever sorry connection he and Peter share.
He yanks his datastick from the computer- he didnāt manage to get much, but maybe they can make something of it- and springs from his chair. Whatever his instincts are telling him means he canāt stay here, that much is clear.
Alec waves away the wards on the door, activating his camouflage and slipping into the hall. He creeps back the way he came, but when he makes it to the main hallway, itās clear heās no longer alone. Thereās noises coming from the room at the end of the hall- the distressingly empty room. Noises of pain ricochet off of the bare walls, pinging their way down the hall, and that cold, terrible thing grabs hold of Alec, freezing him there a second.
(Itās because theyāve been discovered, he tells himself. Because the job is going belly-up. Not because Quill is in danger, because he doesnāt care.)
He moves to the door, his own urgency surprising him, and raps sharply with a knuckle. It must have sounded authoritative enough that one of the men inside opens the door, squinting in confusion when there is apparently no one there. Alec sketches out a spell, and a wave of force slams into the Kree like a runaway train, throwing the door wide and sending the man careening into the opposite wall.
He steps inside the now open door and flings a lightning bolt at the second guy, the streak of electricity coming from seemingly nowhere and slamming into the Kreeās chest. ]
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From there, he mills around for a bit, finding a place where no one would notice if he were toā¦ vanish. Moving through a crowd while mostly invisible was tricky at best, and he had initially resigned himself to having to work his way back to the stairs at the foyer, but luck was kind enough to throw him a bone for once. One of Mansoonās security staff exits a stairway near Alecās hiding spot, allowing him to slip past the man and into the back corridors of the building. Cat-quiet, he slinks along, though the halls are blessedly empty for the moment. He pokes his head in a couple of rooms, not finding much (and in one case, finding literally nothing but bare walls and a bare floor). One room, however, does yield results. Down a short hall splitting off from the main thoroughfare is a small office, a pair of desks shoved against two walls, a computer console on each.
After warding the door, Alec settles in, and for a few blessed minutes is able to just work. This is where heās most comfortable, snooping through someone elseās stuff and quietly stealing away their secrets.
However, suddenly and sharply, something like dread crawls up his spine. He whips around to look at the door, but thereās no movement on the other side. No noises from the hall. A shake of his head and he goes back to his work. Heās just being paranoid, he tells himself, but the feeling doesnāt go away. In fact, it gets worse. A sense of wrongness becomes a sense of distress, and Alec can hardly focus with the way itās howling in his ears.
Without thinking, his hand goes to his comm, like heās moving on instinct. ]
Quill, anything happening down there?
[ No answer. No answer and that feeling digs its claws into the back of his neck, rakes its fangs over his brain, and Alec buries his face in his hands, palms pressed to his eyes so hard he sees stars. What the fuck was happening? Why was this feeling so strong and why couldnāt he ignore it? The distress is so strong, so persistent, and has him so rattled that the obvious doesnāt even occur to him, doesnāt even dawn on him that something is wrong, and itās screaming at him through whatever sorry connection he and Peter share.
He yanks his datastick from the computer- he didnāt manage to get much, but maybe they can make something of it- and springs from his chair. Whatever his instincts are telling him means he canāt stay here, that much is clear.
Alec waves away the wards on the door, activating his camouflage and slipping into the hall. He creeps back the way he came, but when he makes it to the main hallway, itās clear heās no longer alone. Thereās noises coming from the room at the end of the hall- the distressingly empty room. Noises of pain ricochet off of the bare walls, pinging their way down the hall, and that cold, terrible thing grabs hold of Alec, freezing him there a second.
(Itās because theyāve been discovered, he tells himself. Because the job is going belly-up. Not because Quill is in danger, because he doesnāt care.)
He moves to the door, his own urgency surprising him, and raps sharply with a knuckle. It must have sounded authoritative enough that one of the men inside opens the door, squinting in confusion when there is apparently no one there. Alec sketches out a spell, and a wave of force slams into the Kree like a runaway train, throwing the door wide and sending the man careening into the opposite wall.
He steps inside the now open door and flings a lightning bolt at the second guy, the streak of electricity coming from seemingly nowhere and slamming into the Kreeās chest. ]