In Ace's opinion, this had not been his best job. First of all, the grimm handler smelled of old cheese, which wads a manageable annoyance. Second, the ringleader talked a lot. Way too much to be a quality undergroundsman. It was a rule, always say less than necessary. A rule he did not follow. The pay wan't bad but Ace though a job of this scale should have earned a Grate more. All of these Ace could handle and would have been fine. He was getting good recordings from his pocketed scroll and knew where the rest of the evidence in this place was. It was a sured success...
Until the EMP. That was something Ace was unprepared for and for good reason. At this point, EMPs were military tech and highly traceable, making them too hard to get for their worth to criminals, even city crooks like this one. Now, Ace could do with loosing his scroll, it wasn't his first and he knew it wouldn't have been his last. He could also do with loosing all the evidence. the ringleader revealed quite a bit in his ramblings and Ace was sure he could be found again. What Ace really wasn't prepared for, was the loss of his hands. After the bomb detonated, he no longer felt the synthetic nerves in his hands as they went limp. It only annoyed Ace how much the ringleader talked before bailing, but now he had a serious problem. He had to be isolated, NOW. With the dealer distracted, Ace remembered something from a while back. One of the crooks who helped raise him, Uncle Ticks people called him, had a pacemaker and a few implants in his head. One day, a lightning bolt struck a little too close to him, and sent his systems haywire. For all intents and purposes, he had a seizer. Ace mentally thanked Uncle Ticks for the idea before setting to work on his latest lie.
First, he let his whole body go limp, falling the the floor like a sack of potatoes. He curled his body slightly, twitched every muscle he could think of rapidly and blinked like a mad man. Now the kicker was his mouth. He had found a trick where if he bit his cheek a certain way, stretched his jaw, and held his breath, he could produce a stream of small bubbles out his mouth not unlike a rabid animal. The rightfully freaked out Damien scrammed out of that trailer like a bat out of hell. As soon as he was alone, Ace caught his breath and sat up, the gravity of the situation sinking in. He was barely armed, had no scroll and basically no hands, and there was a variable war zone outside caused by his team, which he couldn't support in this state. Facing injury to his wrist nerves, his pride, and his standing with his team, Ace could only say one word in the solitude of the trailer.
"Damn"