Pausing for the briefest of moments on who he should call first, his wife or the house number. In truth he should have called his wife awhile ago to check up on her as well, but events were unfolding too swiftly to allow him that courtesy. Besides his wife like himself could protect herself from majority of anything throw her way. Unlike his daughter, and the baby sitter watching over her. With that in mind, the decision was made for him to try the house phone again. If this was all over, then the baby sitter won't have a problem answering. The phone simply rung, and rung, and rung, with each ring the pit in his stomach grew deeper and deeper. The answering machine kicked in about the fourth or fifth ring. Micah took a deep breath attempting, and failing to smoother his raising anger, worry, and fear that his daughter was still in danger.
Next he tried his wife's cell phone and got the same results; which didn't bode well with the papa Dragoon. This ritual or whatever it was become less of a nuisance and more of a actual danger to his family. A danger that was still on going, and a danger he could not tolerate. Putting away his phone, Micah close his eyes, and let his other senses expand. Searching and feeling out for a magic or power similar to the barrier and shadows he and the others had come across. Sure enough he got a ping. Opening his eyes, Micah turned in the direction of where he felt the beacon of power. Over the city's buildings he could spot a faint golden light in the distance.
Micah started back in the direction of the others he help rescue. He stood in a spot where he could see more or less everyone there and he believed they could see him as well. "Yo," he projected his voice to make sure everyone could hear him. Micah paused waiting to gain his audience attention, and when he believed he gained most of their attention he continued to speak, "Whatever is going on its not over. I going on ahead to confront whoever the hell is running this shit show," Micah turned to the side extended his hand and a black orb appeared floating behind him. The black orb begun to spun, as it did so tendrils of shadow begun to expand from the orb until a thick oval shaped of darkness floated a couple of inches off the ground. "I opened a portal that's taking me there. It's probably going to be a hell zone by the time I'm done there, so if you don't have the stomach for violence, or can't fight don't come," Micah stood there examining those that heard him, studying their faces, body language, and the murmurs that followed. The dragoon didn't do this for long, he didn't really care if anyone followed him or not. He would go confront whoever is pulling the strings.
Not wasting anymore time just standing around and chit chatting. Micah went through his portal first. It would take the briefest of moments to travel to the nearby shadows where he felt the ping of power he felt earlier. Micah took extra care to form this portal as well. There was a singular path, that connected solely to the other end. It was a precaution for anyone that followed him not to be lost in the realm of darkness Micah used to travel between locations. Micah even went as far as to wait for the others on the other side of the portal to guide them across. Seeing how the realm of darkness was exactly as the name suggested, a realm of darkness. He could see perfectly in this realm since he was a magical child of darkness itself. He won't know how the others would fair.
Once those that wished to utilize Micah's portal joined him on the other side. He guided them safely across and exited the realm of darkness. They arrived to the main event, no pun intended ready to rumble. Each more or less with there own reason to be there to confront the mastermind behind all their troubles tonight.