049 [spoiler]Purplespider looks dejectedly at the chaos on her desk. With a small sigh, she goes to the warehouse. The chaos isn't any better there. As she wheels the overflowing old-packaging bin to the recycling, she pauses and listens. There's an odd sound in the air. Kind of whistling screams. She looks up in time to see a stream of...bullets...or birds...or something strange wreathed in flames heading towards her. Most curl past and fly through the open warehouse door. One stops abruptly in front of her nose and disappears with a pop of displaced air.[/spoiler]