Swamped

The voice sounds distorted, but familiar.

"You sure this stuff is going to work?"

"Well, not really, but that woman knows the make of the masks better than I do."

It sounds like Black and Sunflower... but Black was frozen in time. And there's still a strange effect to the voices.

You glance carefully around the corner and you see them. But they don't look quite right... they're translucent.

And insubstantial, apparently. Someone in a mask rushes right through them as though they aren't even there.

"Hey! Which division are you with?" they ask.

Before you can think of an answer, though, the illusory Sunflower and Black walk backwards into the spot where they're standing. Then they move strangely towards each other, and there's a flash of light.

After which, the masked person isn't moving either.

Except that now there's an illusory image of them a few feet away, doing something unusual.