IC: A Short Victorius War, A Living in the Shadows Game Options

[WinterRat1]

05:05:13 Monday, January 8, 2063 – 320th Street SW – Auburn, Seattle, UCAS

Scanning the area with his cyber-enhanced vision, Dragon pulled up the mapsoft of Seattle he had slotted in one of his chipjacks via his Orientation System, and honed in on their exact location courtesy of his Internal GPS. Using the zoom function on the maps provided, he carefully scanned the geography of the area, looking for any potential ambush spots and paying especially close attention to those areas.

While he scanned the area, he asked Erebus, “How do you want to play this? I’ll let you do the talking since this is your show, but you want us going in light or heavy? After the events of the last 24 hours or so, personally, I’m all for walking in fully loaded. This appears to be the kind of neighborhood where as long as we aren’t too obvious about packing the heat, we should be able to get away with it.”

Looking back over his shoulder at his teammate who was obviously still suffering from whatever bizarre affliction had been ailing him lately, Dragon asked sympathetically, “Hanging in there ok Virg?”

[banditf50]

05:05:52 Monday, January 8, 2063 – 320th Street SW – Auburn, Seattle, UCAS

Being brutally honest with himself, Virgil was sure how to respond to Dragon, as either his friend or his trusted commarade. The reality of the situation was that he was no longer able to carry out the primary tasks that Dragon had always been able to count on him for. Far worse than your buddy forgetting to give you lift or be on time . . .Dragon depends on Virgil to keep him alive against threats that he can't handle, likewise Virgil depends on Dragon. They shared this arrangement very reliably under conditions far worse than this errand seemed . . .often enough that both never had to question the other's capabilities, but just know that the protection was there.

Abrupty Virgil snapped his mind away from the blackhole of self-pity that threatened to make him a worse liability than he may have already become. It did neither him, Dragon, or Erebus any good to bitch about things that were beyond control at the moment. They were only concerned about what he could do. . .not what he cannot.

"I'm still breathing aren't I?" he quipped back to Dragon, keeping the morale in his tone high.

"There are two options for me providing support to you two. Option one," Virgil ticked off with his pointer finger, "I have not tested my spell defense capabilities yet, and they might be fine. I can go in with you two and then be in the position to provide some magical defense. If the situation can be negotiated, that also puts me in a position to talk . . .and give our champion negotiator a break." The shaman smiled at Dragon.

"I know you've probably begun scoring maps of the area," Virgil accented the words by tapping the side of his head, "so option two places me outside of the shop in a concealed location where I can watch the front door for you two."

"Either way I can still keep some extra eyes outside of the building by using my watchers. I'll also send them inside the shop, before anyone enters, to get a live body count."

[WinterRat1]

05:06:24 Monday, January 8, 2063 – 320th Street SW – Auburn, Seattle, UCAS

“Using the watchers is always a good idea. I love those things.”

Dragon paused, trying to decide how to phrase this tactfully, then opted for the direct route and asked, “How bad is this drain on your mojo Virgil? Don’t give it to me in technical terms, just ones I can understand. What do you know that you can and can’t do, what don’t you know if you can do, what does it cost you right now to do what you can do, and what can we do about hiding your weaknesses and maximizing your strengths?”

While waiting for an answer, Dragon consulted the maps in his head for a moment, trying to find a good spot to place Virgil. Turning to Erebus, he said, “I don’t know if we’ll face any magical threats inside the building, and I don’t think it’s a good idea to put Virgil on lookout when we’re not even sure how much he can defend himself. It might be valuable to let Virgil wait in the car, where he can use spell defense on us when we come out, and he can drive to pick us up in case we need an exit in a hurry. What do you think?”

[banditf50]

05:07:06 Monday, January 8, 2063 – 320th Street SW – Auburn, Seattle, UCAS

"The only ability I have completly lost is projection, my astral form is stuck in my body now. Spellcasting is possible, but more difficult than usual, and each spell is taking a lot more out of me. I think I am maintaining some casting ability because I am a pretty proficent caster, however each attempt I make seems to make the next attempt more difficult. I have not had any trouble communicating with my watcher spirits, but I have not attempted to summon any additional spirits yet."

"I think it is best if I limit my spell casting for now, so that I can still throw some offense out if the drek really hits the fan. I have not tested my spell defense capabilites yet, but I think that they might be on the level of my casting. I am well practiced in defense so I think I can stilll defend you two, with some additional difficulty."

[bclements]

05:08:05 Monday, January 8, 2063 – 320th Street SW – Auburn, Seattle, UCAS

As Dragon watched the street, a sharp gust of wind rocked the car, swirling snow in a mini-tornado around the vehicle. The pattern repeated itself (minus the car) up and down the block in the narrow alleyways the separated every third or fourth building. Dragon’s cyberware vision mods penetrated the foul, cold weather easily, though. While sniper locations were aplenty, the gusting wind and icy, miserable weather seemed to send everyone not absolutely insane (or very well paid) inside. The street looked almost normal; the drifting snow and ice having covered the trash in the gutters, smoothed over the potholed streets, and driven the vagrants to less drafty accommodations.

The florist shop itself looked just like the rest of the shops on the street; shutters battened down against potential thieves and the weather alike were decorated with graffiti from at least three different gangs, all attempting to overwrite each other. Dragon’s closer look this time, however, turned up two additional things: the door to the shop itself was ajar, and there were footprints in the snow leading up to the door.

Virgil sent his watcher spirits in again at the same time that Dragon checked out the street and surrounding buildings. However, his watchers returned quickly, with the same report as before: “Nothing, master,” was their answer.

[Cedric Rolfsson]

05:08:08 Monday, January 8, 2063 - 320th Street SW - Auburn, Seattle, UCAS

Erebus fought the urge to wipe his damp palms on his cargo pants and instead slipped the Predator IV from its holster. The visual display told him that it was locked and loaded, ready to fire. He held it down by his side and tried to see through the walls of the flower shop, pretty dam unsuccessfully though.

He glanced over at the human samurai at his side, only to see eyes that were as empty as a cold winter night. He suddenly knew where he'd seen eyes like that before, it was the time he'd simmed a VR tour of the Ruhr-Rhine Aquarium, where he'd spent time swimming with the sharks. Their little black button eyes were too liquid to be lifeless, but they were utterly empty, and you just knew that it would eat you for dinner and think nothing of it, nothing. Dragon's eyes were like that, appraising, measuring, weighing but as distant as the stars hidden behind the clouds. He met the man's gaze and fought to keep the tension from his voice.

"Alright, we'll head on in, Virgil can stay here and provide cover from here. If there's a spell slinger in there, his mojo'd better be faster than my trigger finger. I got point."

Erebus slipped out of car into the snow, trusting that Dragon had his back and headed to the door of the shop. He felt a tiny shiver run down his spine, and told himself it was just a physical reaction to the cold air.

Ya, right.

[WinterRat1]

05:08:36 Monday, January 8, 2063 - 320th Street SW - Auburn, Seattle, UCAS

"Alright, we'll head on in, Virgil can stay here and provide cover from here. If there's a spell slinger in there, his mojo'd better be faster than my trigger finger. I got point."

Dragon nods his agreement. "Be careful. The door is ajar and there are footprints in the snow leading to the door. Someone beat us here, probably recently, given the weather conditions and the fact that we can still see the footprints. It's probably best to assume the worst: that they're still here, hostile, and waiting for us."

The elf didn't say anything to that, just slipped out of the car into the snow heading towards the door. The mercenary debated what weapon to bring for a moment, then opted for the shotgun. In close quarters, he wanted the high takedown rate. He wasn't planning on getting into a pitched ranged battle. If things turned ugly, it was time to beat feet.

Cradling the Remington and disengaging the safety, he silently trailed Erebus into the shop, a shadow in his wake.

[bclements]

:09:20 Monday, January 8, 2063 - 320th Street SW - Auburn, Seattle, UCAS

Erebus slipped up the snow-lit sidewalk, hugging close to the buildings to prevent any observation; Dragon trailed behind a couple of meters, echoing his partners footsteps. Reaching the door, Erebus used the exterior doorframe to shield himself while Dragon took a position opposite, bringing his shotgun up to a firing position, fingers on the trigger guard ready to slip to the trigger. Both tried to look in the cracked door; a small beam of snow-reflected light shined like a moonbeam into the store, unfortunately revealing nothing other than the far wall of the shop. With the security shutters pulled down and no light on in the shop, visible light wasn’t plentiful enough to show anything. Dragon held a hand up, signaling to stop for a moment while he cycled thru the vision options on his cybereyes. After a couple of seconds, he shook his head and signaled to continue: changing vision spectrums didn’t change the fact that the crack in the door, and his angle of viewing, only showed what looked to be a wall on the opposite side of the shop, and a cold area directly across from the opening. Well, it’s a florist shop. It’s got to have a cooler Dragon thought, nodding toward the door.

Erebus, holding the Predator up, slipped out of the cover of the doorframe, taking the step right up to the door. Glancing half back, the elf nodded, taking a deep breath then toeing the door wide open, gun upraised to cover the area across from him.

The influx of light made the scene less sinister. The flower shop, tidy when Erebus last visited the place, showed signs of a struggle. The glass counter was cracked, judging by the snow-reflected streetlighting streaming in the open door. Dragon glanced quickly around the shop, cycling thru the vision spectrums. Heh, the watchers were right he thought, not seeing any heat signature in the place, other than the colder than normal glass fronted cooler.

[bclements]

05:12:20 Monday, January 8, 2063 - 320th Street SW - Auburn, Seattle, UCAS

Dragon and Erebus continued to look around the shop, guns slightly lower now that there was no immediate threat to them. The shop appeared just as Virgil’s watchers had said: no one was apparently in this place.

Someone had been, though. At least one other someone Dragon thought, taking in the scene as Erebus looked up and around the medium sized shop. The clear polycarbonate front counter/display case featured a large radial starburst in the middle of the front, as if someone had been thrown very hard into it. An open fronted cabinet behind the counter had been pulled over, real glass vases and flower arraignments laying in ruin where a clerk might be. Other arraignments in cases in front of the busted up counter seemed disturbed as well, though in a more upright condition than the one located behind the counter. Only the refrigerated case to the left of the store stood undamaged.

Looking up, Erebus saw a lone security camera in a corner of the shop, angled to cover the area from the counter forward toward the door. At least, it would have covered that area when it was working: the camera’s housing and lens lay in the smooth polished asphalt tile floor of the establishment, smashed by a heavy caliber bullet most likely, Erebus thought. A small, curtain-covered alcove in behind the counter wasn’t spared the struggle either: the recording equipment that the smashed camera fed had been ripped from its cabinet, and what looked to be wiring for an alarm panel had also been ripped from the wall. A wall-mounted telecom unit had been knocked off, but was still in one piece, laying on the floor

Still holding his pistol, Erebus searched quickly, looking for a trash bag or anything to help identify the Johnson. Behind the counter, he found the trash bag, but more importantly, he found a small puddle of blood, right under the point of sale station.

[Cedric Rolfsson]

05:12:30 Monday, January 8, 2063 - 320th Street SW - Auburn Seattle, UCAS

Quickly grabbing the telecom from where it lay on the floor Erebus holstered his pistol and, with a last look around to be sure, he spoke to Dragon without turning to look at the other man.

"Looks like we're a little late. I'd say it's time to leave."

[WinterRat1]

05:12:45 Monday, January 8, 2063 - 320th Street SW - Auburn Seattle, UCAS

Still scanning the area for any potential threats, all his senses on maximum alert, Dragon answered, “Agreed. But before we leave, do you think there might be any hard copy documents we should search for, or do you think taking that telecom will be sufficient? If you’re sure you’ve got everything we could use, then lead the way out and I’ll cover you. ”

[Cedric Rolfsson]

05:12:50 Monday, January 8, 2063 - 320th Street SW - Auburn Seattle, UCAS

Erebus quickly rifled the papers behind the counter, looking for notes, receipts, any type of document that might be helpful. He doubted there would be any but better safe than sorry. Giving up on the search after a few seconds he grabbed the telecom and headed for the door.

"That's it, let's roll."

[WinterRat1]

05:13:00 Monday, January 8, 2063 - 320th Street SW - Auburn Seattle, UCAS

Dragon nods in affirmation. “Lead the way. I’ll cover you.”

[Cedric Rolfsson]

05:26:22 Monday January 8, 2063 - City Streets of Auburns - Auburn Seattle, UCAS

The streets were filling up now, as the street lights began to compete with the lightening sky to provide illumination. The weather had continued to worsen, meaning that much of the time the runners had to devote most of their attention to the traffic around them rather than to looking for tails, a fact that had Erebus more than a little worried.

It took them almost an hour to work their way through the early morning rush of traffic, especially delayed by the myriad fender benders brought on by people who were driving in snow and slush for the first or second time in their lives. The long drive in the warm car, the night of constant ups and downs, the normal physiological reactions brought on by the stresses of combat, all combined and weighed on the young Elf's eyelids. His bio-augmented sleep regulator kept him from falling asleep due to physical stressors but the mental fatigue was still there. His hind brain kept hinting that it'd be easier to simply check out for a few hours, all the problems would likely be better then, even though his intellect told him otherwise.

Eventually they all got back to the safe house, using enough roundabout routes and turns to confuse any tails, they parked the car in time to avoid dawn's not-so-early light and trooped into their doss to figure out their next move.

[bclements]

04:25:10 Monday January 8, 2063 – Erumi’s Auto, Paint and Body, #8 SE 256 St, Auburn, Seattle, UCAS

Daedalas and Tenmou followed Brandon inside the shop while one of the younger shop assistants pulled the car around from the storage lot. Tenmou parked himself under one of the overhead radiant heaters that kept the shop reasonably temperate compared to the outside. Brandon and Daedalus talked shop for a moment; Daedalus popping into his drones a couple of times to check on the environment. The only other overhead activity was a Lone Star traffic drone way off to the north, emissions getting fainter as it pulled further from the shop.

“And there it is,” Brandon said, as the greasy human assistant brought the burnt orange Honda Spirit around, still partially covered with ice and crusted snow. “Sorry it’s that Ghost-awful color, but it does run well. Full tank of methane as well, you could get the critter to Vancouver if you wanted. Plates and registration on it are good, nothing out on it that I know of. Just try to keep it that way, ‘k?” Brandon said with a tusky grin.

[Cedric Rolfsson]

05:31:22 Monday January 8, 2063 - Barrens safehouse - Redmond UCAS

Erebus carefully examined the telecom, looking for anything which might indicate it'd been boobytrapped, and then setting about removing the cover, intent on looking at the internals before hooking the machine up and probing its memory.

[bclements]

04:18:44 Monday January 8, 2063 - Erumi's Auto, Paint and Body, #8 SE 256 St, Auburn, Seattle, UCAS

Glad anyone else didn’t need to come Tenmou thought, wedging himself in the driver’s seat of the subcompact two-seater. There was barely enough room to find what passed for a comfortable position in his current state. The car’s heat was warmed up, though he hoped the suspension didn’t jar him as much as he feared it would.

04:40:10 Monday, January 8, 2063 - Route 18 and I-5, Seattle, UCAS

Tenmou and Daedalus, after leaving the repair shop, had a somewhat easier time getting around than Dragon’s group. Just after getting on 18, Daedalus (via Icarus) spotted an automated plow-spreader convoy heading toward the 5. Keeping the car a good distance behind them to allow the IceMelter enough time to work without losing the convoy, Tenmou followed the convoy, following Daedalu’s directions from his drones. The trip got slower as they exited the 5 downtown, but it still wasn’t time consuming, considering the weather conditions.

05:10:52 Monday, January 8, 2063 - Lone Star Downtown Impound Garage, Downtown Seattle, UCAS

Daedalus turned the heat down slightly from the full blast Tenmou had it on as they pulled close to the impound garage. It was an anomyous structure from street level and first glance: a retrofitted parking garage from the look of it. Lone Star had installed some heavy-duty rollup garage doors over the entrance and exit ramps, an equally heavy duty metahuman-sized door next to one of the garage doors, and had built up the railings of the various levels into a solid wall. The overall effect was as if a block of concrete had been dropped onto the neon lit block. Multicolored light reflected off the snow covered sidewalks as Daedalus ordered his drones to close-to-rooftop level a block away from the building while [b]Tenmou[b] looked for an parking spot.

[Cedric Rolfsson]

05:32:01 Monday January 8, 2063 - Hideout- Redmond UCAS

Erebus looked through the various bits and pieces of the telecom, deciding everything appeared to be in order, and snapped a fiber optic cable from his p-sec to the telecom and another from the p-sec into his datajack.

I hope there's sufficient data to make a connection here, we need the break.

[bclements]

05:40:01 Monday January 8, 2063 - Hideout- Redmond, Seattle, UCAS

Erebus scrambled to close programs as the transfer started and the trideo feed from the telecom's memory began to fill the buffer of the smaller psec. It took paring down to just the basic phone and contact manager functions, but after a bit of playing around with the device, he managed to get the trideo emulator running, and started cycling through the storage.

The feed appeared to be a couple of things; whatever was on KSAF's broadcast, a local weather forecast, and the security cam footage from the (now-destroyed) camera that overlooked the entrance and the front door. Erebus highlighted this feed and played the footage.

It started, from the timestamp on the screen, from an hour before Tenmou and he first entered the store. Fast forwarding through their encounter with the thugs, there was only a handful of entrants.

Things got more interesting around 2300 last night. Only a few hours after that drek with Vinnie that started this he thought. saw the owner was apparently closing up shop, but let two human males into the store. Bowing to them, he disappeared from the camera view for a moment, reappearing a moment later with a tray and cups. Slowing down to normal time, Erebus saw the two bow to the florist, then kick the tray out of his hands. The sound pickup, not good enough to pick out normal voices, banged with the clatter and smash of the chinaware hitting the floor.

The florist backed up slowly, arms out trying to ward off the now-hostile intruders, loud but indistinct pleading played in the background. The one in the lead backhanded the florist, knocking him to the ground. The second man (they look Japanese the elf thought) looked around the store; upon seeing the camera, he pulled out a pistol. The bang of the round signaled the end of the feed from the camera, but seconds later a loud report from a pistol could be heard from the mic pickup. The timestamp of the last round was 23:05:10.

[Cedric Rolfsson]

05:41:00 Monday January 8, 2063 - Hideout - Redmond Seattle UCAS

Erebus closed the window on the video feed and instructed his P-sec to copy and forward a link to all the other members of the team so they could view it if they wanted to. To him it seemed somewhat like a dead end but the reality was they needed more information.

Information, that seems to be the key. he thought to himself, since the other side knew what their goals were and seemed to be working along some kind of plan. We're going to need to get ahead of them rather than just reacting.

Without bothering to notify the others he pulled out his cell phone and dialed Elan, getting the expected voice mail.

"Elan, it's Erebus, I need contact info for a decker who's good at assembling background jackets and digging into ownership records. No ties to organized crime. Get back to me with the price and the contact info."

[bclements]

05:35:52 Monday, January 8, 2063 - Lone Star Downtown Impound Garage, Downtown Seattle, UCAS

From Tenmou's vantage point a half-block away, the Lone Star Detention Garage looked to be a formidable building. Also an untrafficked one he thought, shifting slightly in his seat to get as comfortable as the wounds he had would allow. The early morning time didn't seem to see much traffic. Just after he'd parked, both he and Daedalus had seen an ork security guard exit from the main people entrance. Somewhat spooked, Tenmou had almost pulled out until the guard started walking the other way. Daedalus took a chance, calling up Icarus and Talos to do a patterened flyby to cover the guard while Tenmou timed the guard's route.

As the guard rounded the last corner, kicking a small snow drift, Daedalus came out of piloting the drones. “Way too quick,” Tenmou said, watching the guard bang on the entrance to be let back in. “That's the same person, right?”

“Yeah, he made good time covering the building. We could have stood there and he might not have seen us,” Daedalus replied.

[bclements]

06:00:00 Monday January 8, 2063 - Hideout - Redmond Seattle UCAS


Just as the clock ticked over to 0600, Erebus's cell rang. The number he dialed earlier for Elan showed up as incoming.

Hoi there. Got a guy that fits what you were calling for. He's actually just coming off some work, and should be available this morning. When would you like to meet?” . Elan's voice, while cheery, did sound as if he either had just woken up or was just getting in.

[Cedric Rolfsson]

06:00:15 Monday January 8, 2063 - Hideout - Redmond Seattle UCAS

Sleep?!? What's sleep? The Elf thought to himself. He was thankful for the sleep regulator he'd had installed, it made sleep a minor distraction most of the time.

"Elan, good to hear your voice chummer. I'd take the meet as soon as you can arrange it, someplace public is preferable."

[bclements]

06:00:45 Monday January 8, 2063 - Hideout - Redmond Seattle UCAS

Sure, sure. Ok if he calls in half an hour?

[bclements]

06:01:18 Monday, January 8, 2063 - Lone Star Downtown Impound Garage, Downtown Seattle, UCAS

Daedalus and Tenmou looked upon the station. At a point, a couple of minutes apiece, both, with Tenmou’s knowledge and Daedalus’s drones, they looked at each other. We’ll need some time both of their look’s said to each other. It wasn’t so much the station: both had identified independent points of entry. So what? Each said to both themselves and the other. This type of urban cavern could take hours to search, and neither could, respective of the stash, say that they could fight or flight their way out without some intervention. And Vinnie didn’t look to account for any intervention beyond what he’d already provided. Daedalus treated it with a shrug that more counted his years than what he felt at the movement, while Tenmoun saw it as another mountain to yet be toppled, but not at this time. Both saw the other in their eyes, and yet themselves.

06:01:15 Monday January 8, 2063 - Hideout - Redmond Seattle UCAS

“So, what now?” Erebus said to the smaller Dragon as he got off the phone with Elan. Virgil had excused himself as soon as they had made it back with a headache. Dragon sympathized with his friend lying on the couch, but that didn’t do anything about the situation. The Yak that had given up Ichikawa blew this into a bigger thing than what was originally supposed to be just a simple ‘get Daedalus’s toys back’ situation.

Erebus and Tenmou both had the same thoughts going though their heads, from across the Sprawl. Contracted to do something seemingly simple, both had been drawn into something that was way beyond the pay for the job they were sent on. And not likely to collect on Erebus thought, having been in the flower shop.

Brooding over the what appeared to be meager choices, Dragon spoke up first. “No way to go after Ichigowa, not without some extra resources. Daed’s drones would help, but we need a lot more time.”

Daedalus chimed in with a report over the link. Daedalus’s voice was clear, but the slight overhum of static told both Dragon and Erebus that this was close to the limit of their comm range. We’re here. Building’s Big Mac, but extra Onions. 5 floors up, at least one below.

Tenmou chimed in, barely knowing the code. Good drone patrols, but looks like they’re relying on them. Metahuman presence low, but it would take awhile to search unless we knew where to look. He didn’t need to mention that he wouldn’t be much help in the search, and while the pain from his wounds was something that he could power though, physical mobility was becoming something of a concern.

Astral? Dragon asked, voice terse, almost regretting it.

I’m about the last person that you should ask that to Daedalus said, suppressing a giggle despite the sparse conversation. Tenmou heard it as well, but took it more stoically.
Give a sec. Erebus spoke up, saying what Dragon thought as well. “Way too much ground to cover, no counting on astral or drone help, and with three working people? That’s a lot of parking garage to cover,” the elf said, belling his years.

Dragon couldn’t help but agree. Tactically, it wasn’t a great situation to go into blind and short-manned. “And Ishikawa-san? You’ve got money riding on that; they’ve just shot at me,” he said, without much emotion apparent. As much as he’d already done, killing and coxing information out of a Yak soldier was one thing, going after a Yak boss for what seemed to be a line-of-business hazard was another. This also didn’t seem like it was tied to the Blimp earlier in the week; they’d only gotten out of that due to some dumb luck. The Yak soldiers, despite being sent with some heavy armament, didn’t read as being in the same league.

“Ishigowa is a bigger fish than we can reel in right now, I think. If we even want to reel him in. Fading away right now may not be a bad idea; I’m not getting paid enough to go after high-end Yakuza,” Erebus said. He wasn’t holding too much of a grudge against Ishikawa either, but he had more immediate concerns, like not being tied down to going after a Japanese mob boss while looking over his shoulder.

“You want to split up then?” Dragon said.

“Yeah. Gather some info, get us healed up, maybe come back if this doesn’t blow over.” Erebus answered.

“Let me get them in on the conversation,” Dragon said, opening up the channel to Daedalus and Tenmou and filling them in on the conversation.

“I’m not going be much help until I get these wounds healed,” Tenmou agreed. The money wasn’t a factor for him, but he knew that going after a Yakuza boss wasn’t a job for a body with bullet holes in it.

“And Vinnie?” Daedalus asked. He understood that getting the drones back wasn’t going to happen tonight.

“He’s just going to have to wait. We need those resources, but they’re no good if we’re dead,” Dragon said.

“Fine with me then. I’ll head over to Brandon’s then. I may be able to scrounge up something to help, between both of us.

”I’ll see what I can find out. I may be able to find some things out easier on my own,” Tenmou said. Finding a doctor went unsaid.

“Ok then, it’s settled. We’ll keep in touch. If you hear anything on this, let us all know.” Erebus said. Like everyone, he was a little apprehensive about splitting up, but, like Dragon, it was a lot more comfortable to do so.

“Agreed.” Dragon said. “I’ll get Virgil up.” Shaking hands and exchanging contact information, Dragon walked out to the foyer where Virgil was napping, while Erebus began packing up.