Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-26104528-20150622221614/@comment-26104528-20150720182225

Ingraham felt around for the electrical signals in the room; who needs a switch when your semblance is basically machine empathy? "Got it." what lights weren't blasted out in the firefight earlier came on.

As he continued to keep an ear to the enemy's conversations, he heard passing remarks about a prisoner. And a valuable one to boot as well.

"Shit, how many guys we lose trying to rope her in?"

"An entire squad. Hell, even now, she's being a pain to hold down."

"You think we can get some of these fang kids on her instead?"

"Course not. Too spineless. All becuase she's a faunus like them."

Upon hearing all that, Ingrham went to one of the empty manitcore crates and shot what seemed to be air holes through it. He then confirmed the locking mechanism on it still worked.

"Put him in here for now. I think we found a survivor."