Mickey had been walking up the corridoor to grab a coffee when the black out happened, he frowned, that wasn't right, not here in the Station, the back up would have kicked in straight away.

Mickey felt a wrench of discomfort in his stomach, he had a hunch it was somethign to do with the news he had received about Delaney.  Mickey fumbled around for his torch, it was pitch black.

((whos gonna play delaney?))

Kirsty looked around for her flashlight but couldn't find it. She sighed someone must of took it without telling her and now she was in the dark on her own.

(I don't mind playing the bad guy as well - up to you or ER)

Mickey found his torch and headed towards the office door, he could see the light of one torch through the glass,, his scowl deepened, ther eshould have been two lights if both girls had their torches on.

Mickey felt the hair on the back of his neck prickle, he straightened his shoulders and pulled the door open,

"Jess? Kirsty?"  he asked loudly.

((yeah you do that XD))

Kirsty heard Mickeys voice but she was siting on her chair "Mickey i'm over here Jess is in her office" she said to him "go turn the back up genirator on" she said to him because hse didn't have a flashlight she was useless.

Mickey thumped into something hard, he swore under his breath, then he heard Kirsty and managed a smile, at least the girls where okay.  Mickey headed back out of the office toward the back up generator, maybe all it needed was a good kick he thought.

Delaney let a wicked smile twist on to his lips as he saw the beam of Mickey's torch go up the corridoor, he would wait untilthe time was right, after all he had plenty of time to kill.Now his dilemma was to go and visit the office or shadow Mickey.  Delaney leant back against the walls in the picth darkness, the pliers still in his hand, well it would be a while untill they could get the power back up,

"Ah Mickey," he snarled under his breath, then he moved off up the corridoor.

((so hes gone after Mickey?))

Kirsty sighed she was bored and had nothing to do. She decided to follow Mickey to help if he needed it. As she walked she noticed a shadow that wasn't Mickeys. "Who's there" she shouted hoping to alert the others.

(yep,  after Mickey for now)

Delaney stepped back into the shadow as a woman came out of the office unexpectedly, he scowled darkly, maybe if he kept quiet she would go away thinking it was her imagination.    Delaney moved towards the door as he heard Mickey yelling at the woman, he didn't want to get caught here just yet, his hand clenched on the pliers, but it wasn't as if he was unarmed.

Mickey heard Kirsty shout from up the corridoor, he turned around and swung the beam of his torch around the area he thought he had heard her voice coming from.  He frowned, his blue eyes narrowing, that uneasy feeling creeping back into him,

"Kirsty!" he yelled, "don't go off in the dark, wait a minute!" Mickey began to run back up the coridoor, learning to trust his gut feeling was one of the first lessons he had learned when he joined the police.

Mickey ran up too her, he shone the torch in the direction Kirsty had indicated,

"What is going on here?" he asked as he saw something flit away from the light.  Mickey turned to Kirsty, which he had a gun on him,he had seen something glint in the torch light,

"Let's go back into the office, I don't want to go running after something in the dark without back up, it would be asking for trouble," he said slowly, his eyes still on the now empty space, something about the figure had been horrifyingly familiar.

Delaney swore under his breath as Mickey pointed the torch almost at him, he slipped out of the door, he hadn't had chance to scout around and see just how many people where around and he at least wanted to bring Mickey and anyone who cared to stand in his way down before he got put away again.  Delaney looked back as the beam caught his shoulder, he wondered if Mickey had got a look at his face.  Delaney hovered outside the door in the shadows, half hoping someone would come out to investigate.

Mickey nodded slowly,

"Okay Kirsty, don't be long and don't go out," he warned, as he saw her eyes flit doo the door.  Mickey went towards the office, worried about leaving Jess alone for too long.  He figured he would check on Jess, then come back and check how Kirsty was doing with the back up generator.

Delaney stepped back into the shadows as he heard footsteps approaching the door, they where light, he figured it was a woman and she was alone. Delaney looked down at the pliers, well it would be too easy to bash her over the head.  Delaney's eyes snapped too the door as the handle was pushed down, he sneer and figured he coudl take a woman on no problem.

Delaney let a cold smile cross his face as he saw a red head, he stepped out of the shadows,

"Hey pet, looking for me maybe?" he sneered, making the pliers glint evilly in his hand.

Delaney positioned himself between the woman and the door casually, noticing she was unarmed,

"Well I was after Mickey, but you'll be a bit of a bonus," he sneered, "I think you must read the news, you look bright enough pet, you know who I am."

 Delaney smiled cruelly, he liked to string things out, to make the encounter really memorable in an unpleasent way for his victims.

Mickey looked towards the office door slightly worried, Kirsty was taking her time and the lights where still down.  Mickey tutted, then he noticed Kirsty's gun on the table.

Delaney leant against the door and turned the key in the lock with one hand, not taking his eyes of the red head, she was pretty and trying not to show that she was scared which he found funny in a twisted way.  Delaney shrugged in a couldn't care less way, then laughed without humour,

"Shame I didn't keep the newspaper cuttings then, I could have refreshed your mind pet, I might be able to do that anyway," he snarled, slamming the pliers into one hand, hoping her bravado would fail.

Delaney laughed without meaning too, she had spirit,

"Well at least you're not going to be some anonymous nobody anymore, once I am done your name will be splashed across the news, maybe you should let me know what that is unless you prefer pet." he growled, trying to make himself sound sinister, but he had lowered the pliers, even though he was aware her colleagues would eventually come looking for her and he should either get on with what he had wanted to do or make a run for it.