Victor grabbed Phil and held him close, still holding his breath. He tried to raise his hand and slap Phil across the face, in an attempt to wake him up. The water slowed his arm, and Phil remained as unconscious as ever.
Victor held his thumb and forefinger close together, and pinched the flesh of Phil's neck. Still nothing.
Gritting his teeth, Victor pulled a knife from his belt, and stabbed Phil in the thigh.
In the sky, Icarus had one of the Raptors on his tail. He was having trouble shaking him, and wondered whether he'd be better off just turning around and facing him directly.
He turned in mid air, raised his gun arm at his opponent and firing.
The bullets struck the Raptor's wing, sending him spiralling downwards.
"Ha!" Icarus yelled, before another Raptor slammed into him from the side.
"Shit..." Icarus muttered to himself, trying to free himself from the soldier's bear-like grip.
Below him, the surface of the water swelled and ruptured, as two men broke the surface.
"You goddamn psycho!" Phil yelled, as he threw his arms over a floating piece of the plane's wing and climbed up onto it, straddling it like a surfboard.
Victor just flailed in the water, not being able to see the wing where Phil had found refuge.
Phil elected not to help him.
"I'll deal with you later. Icarus is in trouble," Phil said, looking upwards. Looking around, he noticed a piece of the plane's engine floating nearby. It was about two feet long and cylindrical in shape.
Phil tore it from the water with his mind and send it hurtling upwwards into the sky.
Icarus was surprised to find that the soldier who had been holding him was suddenly struck in the head by a flying piece of metal.
Phil watched as the the soldier fell, trying desperately to exert some control over him. Levitating an entire person in heavy body armour, especially when they were travelling with such momentum, was hard. But Phil could at least try to guide his fall.
As the falling Raptor neared the ocean floor, Phil slowed his fall and brought him to a sudden stop on his floating wing. Phil tore the wings and the armour off the man, and left them in a heap on the huge metal surface upon which they sat.
"Who the fuck are you people working for?" Phil yelled at his captive. He was finding that someone who's recently been struck in the head by a missile can be frustratingly non-responsive.
Victor swam towards the sound of Phil's voice, and eventually found the wing and clambered onto it.
"Who?!" Phil yelled, slapping the man across the face.
"W... wha'...?" The man said in response.
"Damn it!"
While Phil spoke, Victor was fiddling with pieces of the armour. Running his hands across them, he started to get a rough idea of what shapes they were in. He found the wings to be especially intriguing.
"Not... saying anything..." The Raptor in Phil's arms said.
"The hell you're not," Phil replied, before punching the man in the stomach.
A noise from behind him caught Phil's attention. He turned around to find Victor with the wings and the torso piece of the armour strapped to himself. He was attaching what he'd guessed from the weight and smell to be a small engine to the bottom of the wings. He ran his fingers across the row of buttons on his chest.
"What the hell are you doing?" Phil asked.
Victor just slammed his palm against his chest, and took off into the sky.
"Great. Now the blind psycho has a jetpack," Phil muttered under his breath.
In the cockpit of the Raptor Corps ship, Grimm was stepping out of the hatch with his hands raised. A glance over his shoulder revealed a fourth man was standing behind him, pistol raised. The man was just in front of the hatch that led to the outside world.
"Just... just leave her be, guys," Grimm said, as he stepped slowly forwards.
"You know what? No," One of the men said, and zapped Lykopis with the taser. He pushed her forwards, and she collapsed into Grimm. They both fell backwards.
The man behind Grimm opened the hatch door and they both fell outside, as the door slammed shut behind them.
Victor tried shifting his weight to the left, and found himself banking much more sharply than he had intended.
"Shit!" He said, as bullets whizzed past his head. He looked up to see Icarus carving an arc through the air above him. Victor attempted to follow, swerving wildly to the right and nearly losing control as he tried.
Grimm assessed his options, which currently consisted of:
A ) Fall and die.
B ) Something else.
He elected go with B, hoping he could fill in the details as he went.
"HELP!" He screamed.
Victor heard the scream, and looked towards its source. Straining his infra red vision, he noticed two shapes pressed together, falling rapidly. One of them sounded like Grimm. He guessed the other was Lykopis.
Icarus heard it too, and headed straight for them.
Grimm was debating whether or not to pray, when he felt a hand grab him under the right shoulder. He looked up to find himself face to face with Icarus.
Icarus shot out his other hand for Lykopis, just missing her.
"DAMN IT!" He yelled.
Lykopis came to and found herself falling. Her thought process was much the same as Grimm's was upon finding himself in the same situation.
She was shocked to find Victor Reilly swoop in and grab her by the shoulders.
"It's cool, I think I'm getting the hang of this..." Victor said.
Beneath them, Phil was threatening to telekinetically stop a man's heart.
"Unless..." Phil added. "...you tell me who sent you."
