When the team awakes, they are each in their one person room. Laying in their beds built into the walls, and feeling healthy physically. However, Schism has the typical headache he has come to connect with the memory alteration.

A hologram floats in each of the teammate's rooms, saying the same thing:

Please come to debriefing room 12 right away.

OOC-All injuries are healed.

 Sam gets out of bed, changes her clothes into something a little more goth, and then heads for debriefing room 12. Sam will look for the others as she heads for the debriefing room. Once there she will take a seat and wait for the others.

13 wakes up and stretches.  Looking around one would think she would wonder how she got there.  Frankly she could not care as she was tired and she needed sleep.  Likely she was carried and that is fine with her.  Stretching in her bed and actually enjoying this sleep sensation.  Usually when she is exhausted she just lays down and rests.

But now she was awake and looking around she changes out of whatever they wore the night before into the next set of completely random clothes that probably looks like a hodgepodge of stuff that was given to her.  She really does not care as there is stuff that is hers and it is not the labs.  Still there was a voice that spoke and that means time to meet.  As such in a happy go way she starts to skip along and heads towards the briefing room and upon entry waves at Sam but does not sit yet as she has way to much energy.

Coming to slowly as his consciousness rose up from the utter-black that tended to follow one of their host's exuberant rearrangements of his neurons, Schism strongly considered doing his best to descend back into that peaceful nothingness as the attendant headache sidled in alongside his awareness.  Lifting an arm to press his fingers across his eyelids until stars swam in them, he allowed himself a brief groan before pushing up into a half-seated position.

"Every god damned time..."  The psychic murmurred, easing his way upward as he shifted his legs over the side of the bed and let his feet come to rest on the chill flooring.  The change in position shifted the shaft of the bolt he'd slid into his waistband to dig uncomfortably into his side, serving to pull that particular parting gift back to mind.  It was weirdly comforting to hear some of his own misgivings about working with the former villain voiced aloud, though it changed little for the time being.  Knowing Crossfire was out there and possibly available if things took a turn for the worse was an entirely different sort of reassurance, but all the more welcome for it.

Plucking his shirt front out a couple times, Matthias grimaced as he steeled himself and stood up.  Between the floating holographic message and his need for a shower after running around the remains of Seattle, the latter did more to get him moving, but their host probably didn't need to know that.  Pulling his shirt off and grabbing a zip up hoodie from the back of his desk chair, the psychic silently promised himself that wash up as soon as he got back even as he wrapped the com-bolt in a spare of sweats while changing into fresh jeans.  Ducking into the hallway with the remainder of his headache peaking through as a rather dour set to his mouth, Schism made his way through the winding tunnels of the Mole-made structure as he headed for the debriefing room.  Arriving last, the psychic nodded to his teammates and slid into an open seat as he gathered the energy for what was coming.

As before, Thinkmaster's hologram head appears at the center of the table. "Well done." She says flatly, as usual. "The supplies you gained will add months of needed foodstuffs and energy to both our base, and the bubbled cities we transfer those good to. I don't suppose Blue Crossfire has reconsidered working more closely with us?" She glanced at Schism after saying that. "Do we need to know anything about the resistance you three encountered?"

 Sam smiled and replied," The only resistance were these flying Sky Pirates, they had a hard time hurting me until they teamed up. Also the defenses of the building where pretty tough, and of course hoards of the infected we had to fend off and lure around. 13 is amazing and helped me distract the sky Pirates so the rest could get the supplies. I think it went pretty well after we found Blue Crossfire and where able to regroup, then we went on the attack." Sam wasnt sure what else to add, it was pretty simple in and out mission for these times, she is just glad she could help.

13 blushed but did manage to get out, "I just helped where I could.  I would say Sam was the hero as well as the others.  I just helped with mostly the moves.  But that is what I am good at I guess."  13 says.  "Otherwise what she has said is pretty accurate."  Not thinking on anything else to add.

Leaning back in his chair as their overseer took shape above the table, Schism nodded faintly a few times as his teammates started their explanations, idly twisting the string of his hoodie around a fingertip as he put his own thoughts in order.  "The infected were present, but only at expected levels.  Our primary opposition and the reason for Crossfire's silence came from Kel Klanman.  The Sky Pirates were his former mercenaries, modified to the point they no longer had sentient minds based on my readings."  He noted, a frown showing through as he mulled over just how grim that little musing really was.  "I imagine it's not new information, but with more tempting living targets available, the infected completely ignored the mechanical units."

Brushing his other hand across the edge of the table, the psychic glanced up at the floating projection as his expression hardened.  "In entering Klanman tower I was able to sweep the building with my telepathy, and unless there was a shielded space hidden inside, I can say that Kel was not physically present.  Wherever his real hideout might be I can't say, but he maintains an impressive store of technological resources."  Matthias noted, the often battered often barely-functional devices Thinkmaster currently maintained floating before his mind's eye.  "As for Puddle...we lost him inside the tower when Klanman's robots pulled him away.  I couldn't sense him during the rest of our time in the building which, alongside Kel's xenophobic sentiments, doesn't leave me with much hope."

Thinkmaster's glowing face nodded grimly. "Puddle may not be truly lost, as his alge based form was amazingly durable. On one of our other missions we are also down a Freebooter. Given the danger involved we expect such losses, but it is needed due to the lives we are trying to sustain.

If you can think of a way to get Blue Crossfire to join, it would be most useful. The fact a man with no powers has damaged to stay alive this long is testimony to his skills. However, given our...history...I doubt that is possible."

There is almost no emotion in her words, however there is a small amount of almost...regret in her voice. Although given the lack of feeling, one could also suspect it's just very poor play acting. As usual Schism cannot detect her thoughts and emotions.

"Please get some rest and relaxation. You should enjoy your success. The next mission will doubtlessly be here soon."

With that, the head vanishes.

OOC-you should head to the Mole Hole thread where you can interact with the other team if you wish.