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"I apologize if this means you wasted time on those tests your doing."

The spirit sounded sad when she said this, but he shook his head, and said, sounding cheerful; "I'm never wasting time when I test these kinds of things. Every fragment of knowledge is a contribution to real understanding of something. I simply want to know, to be honest, usefulness is not my area of expertise, nor do I really want it to be. I'll do what I can for the common good, of course." He added that last part so that he wouldn't sound like a cold calculating person. Richard wasn't that, and had never been, but people in the past had mistaken it before.
"Also, this proves what I said even more, so why would I be upset? Since you found what kind of being it was, a Kouza Prime, I'll remember to put the name down on paper when this mission is over. That might help me not getting scolded by my boss again, so thank you, Vayle." Richard turned to Isabelle.
"So, you have your information about the demon, or more accurate, golem now, right? Is there anything you can gather from that, in a more... tactical point of view?"

"A man always has a choice, so does that make you more a weapon then a man, or a fool of a weapon?" He retorted, "I bleed but I am never cut, I sing the song of death but have no lips, I take action but none are my own, what am I, or more to the point, what are you?"

All retorts and riddles this one. Pity the riddle this time was so easy this time, even a child could get the answer. Observant too, as Eligor picked up on the fact that the man picked up on the transparency of his form, a drawback of astral projection. Half of the reason why Eligor had always shown up in person back in the time when he was a Great Duke proper and was summoned by occultist who were happy to risk their immortal souls for material gain. Eligor smiled and made a play of fiddling with the many rings on his fingers, the rings themselves were fitting for one of his high rank with the seals of the Seven Circles of Hell.

"Just an old fool, sadly." He said in mock self-deprecation, "But you are a little wrong there, even swords can sing of other things than death. I am proof."

Eligor then straighted up and began to sing, the song was an old one, harking back to the Middle Ages when king presided over vast kingdom and stood guard in mighty castles. When skalds and jester sang to amuse them at great feasts, with the castle hearth as a backdrop...

"In taberna quando sumus,
non curamus quid sit humus,
sed ad ludum properamus,
cui semper insudamus.
quid agatur in taberna
ubi nummus est pincerna,
hoc est opus ut quaeratur;
si quid loquar, audiatur.
"

The song was one with an uplifting tune, one Eligor was fond of, but it was clear, even with Eligor's singing skills, that the song was meant to be sang with someone with a higher voice then his, say someone with an alto voice. The first verse was quickly over and the singing stopped.

"Eligor, Great Duke of Hell, currently imprisoned within the sword Souldrinker, at your service." Eligor concluded.

"Say Sophia, could a supernatural 'entity' teleport?" Danny asked.

"It wouldn't surprise me," she replied, looking around. "There's quite a few things even the weaker demons can do, and teleporting at least seems pretty simple. I've never seen one doing it, though. I usually just shoot 'em before they get the chance."

A huge ray of light appeared somewhere in the forest, close to the town where the Demons and child had headed. It soon disappeared.

Standing where the light had recently been was a teenage girl, who looked exactly the same as Azkar, however her skin was just pale, not white, she also had blue eyes and black hair. She was Human. Azkar shivered and hugged herself, holding her legs together tightly against the fresh chilly breeze sweeping between the trees.

"All in all not much has changed, everything considered... Guess I'll regroup with the team and continue where I left off." Azkar closed her eyes and smiled as her thoughts were finally clear and her own, but at what price? Azkar shook her head and focused. She had to find clothing and get out of enemy territory, she'd also need a weapon. She began carefully treading away from the town, to remain stealthy, but also to stop her standing on something that might hurt her new vulnerable and mortal feet. Being Human would take some adjusting to.

Captain Lara Reid, PhD - Sector 14

"Oh, Hey!" Lara turned around to face Crow. She smiled and adopted a thinking pose. "I'm afraid I don't know exactly..." She seemed to wish she did though. "But it made a real mess of the computer to mask whatever it was doing. Could take while to find out. You think the forest team are ok?"

It was a drinking song of old, Eliezer had sung it himself at revelries and feasts, playing the fool like all the great demons of hell expected him to. Slipping into a the grand castles on earth, easily excepted for a bard with lute and hat in hand. If humans knew how to do one thing right it was feasting and drinking. He burst into song, replying with the second verse:

"Quidam ludunt,
quidam bibunt,
quidam indiscrete vivunt.
sed in ludo qui morantur,
ex his quidam denudantur,
quidam ibi vestiuntur,
quidam saccis induuntur;
ibi nullus timet mortem,
sed pro Baccho mittunt sortem."

It was more a chant then a song really, sung when half drunk and half sober, or all drunk and not sober at all. It was a shame that it had slipped into the depths of time, forgotten to most humans today.

"Your Grace" He bowed mockingly "Dukes do not serve, they command. So are you really a duke or someone who longs for a time long forgotten" He carried on walking further into the forest, "I am Eliezer" He called back.

"I'm never wasting time when I test these kinds of things. Every fragment of knowledge is a contribution to real understanding of something. I simply want to know, to be honest, usefulness is not my area of expertise, nor do I really want it to be. I'll do what I can for the common good, of course." Richard said in a rather cheerful manner, which lifted the mood of Vayle, making her feel a little more relaxed around him.

"Also, this proves what I said even more, so why would I be upset? Since you found what kind of being it was, a Kouza Prime, I'll remember to put the name down on paper when this mission is over. That might help me not getting scolded by my boss again, so thank you, Vayle." This made Vayle's cheeks turn a little red, letting out a small fit of girlish laughter.

"Awwh, shucks Richard, your making this spirit blush; which is kind of ironic in a manner of speaking." Vayle remarked, now speaking in her more usual cheerful and good natured tone of speaking. Richard then turned to Isabelle.

"So, you have your information about the demon, or more accurate, golem now, right? Is there anything you can gather from that, in a more... tactical point of view?" He asked. This caused her to think on her answer; going over all the other information she had known about these types of beings.

"Unfortunately that is a difficult question to answer; as there are many types of Golems that inhabit this world, each with their own strengths and weaknesses. I would have to look over my journal and my other notes back at base, in order to find an effective counter measure for one like the Kouza."

"There's quite a few things even the weaker demons can do, and teleporting at least seems pretty simple. I've never seen one doing it, though. I usually just shoot 'em before they get the chance."

"So you're not completely sure? Okay," Danny said before shooting the vent open. He looked inside and saw blood marks on the floor. Bingo.

"I see blood, care to join me?" Danny asked. Truth was, Danny wanted her to come with him. Not just because he wanted someone to talk to, but because she had more experience with these things and could have his back. That, and the ammo thing.

Danny flashed his light inside and saw that it went on for at least ten metres before coming to a cross-path. The ominous red lights were present here too, shining the blood for all to see. Someone was in a hurry. He flashed the light at the side and ceiling to check for anything else and found nothing. He stepped inside and stomped, the clanging echoed long and loud enough for anything in the vicinity to hear. It didn't matter, he now knew it was stable. Whoever or whatever had heard would know they were coming, and Danny was looking forward to that.

"Unfortunately that is a difficult question to answer; as there are many types of Golems that inhabit this world, each with their own strengths and weaknesses. I would have to look over my journal and my other notes back at base, in order to find an effective counter measure for one like the Kouza."

Richard nodded. "Yes, of course," he said. "That is to be expected." He then overlooked the last tests, and wrote them down on a small device he used to keep the test-results down, before putting another pair of gloves on and cleaning it all up. "Well, that's it, I guess," he murmured, more to himself than anyone else as he closed his suitcase. "I'll wait over here until we're going somewhere else, because, honestly, I'm a bit tired." He smiled, and found himself a comfortable spot to sit it, before lying down and staring at the sky, relaxing before they were going somewhere else.

"I see blood, care to join me?"

"I'm already swimming in it. A little more won't hurt," Sophie replied, smirking. "You wanna lead, or shall I?"

She watched Danny stomp on the floor of the vent. "Well, there goes the element of surprise. But then my gear would be clankin' against it the whole way down, so I guess it hardly matters."

Ghost arrived at the clearing with the golem shortly after the spat with it was finished. He spared it one glance before ignoring it: it was too close in size to the demon that had killed his team, and seeing it threatened to bring back old memories better left buried. To avoid looking at it, he busied himself looking at each member of the team to see if any were injured by the way they held themselves. They all appear to be fine, if a bit worse for wear... Where the hell did that thing come from? He thought. Some questions were probably best left unanswered...

He stood at the edge of the clearing, relaxed and leaning against a tree, as the others conversed on various subjects. It wasn't too long before a bright light flared near the village. What the hell was that? Ghost wondered, as he started in that direction. Only one way to find out... plus, that looked like it came from where the rest of the demons went, and will give me an excuse to scout ahead.

"I'm going to go see what the cause of that light was." Ghost said, heading deeper into the forest. "Maybe get some intel on the demons if I can as well. I'll be back shortly." Without another word, he faded into the shadows, only the soft tread of his footsteps marked his passing.

"You wanna lead, or shall I?"

"I'll take the lead. We're going to have to split-up anyway," Danny said pointing at the crosspath. He didn't want to split-up but it was the tactical thing to do.

"Well, there goes the element of surprise. But then my gear would be clankin' against it the whole way down, so I guess it hardly matters."

"I want them to know we're here. Besides, this baby probably woke them up anyway," He said waving his handgun.

He led the way and made his way towards the end of the path. He tried his best not to step on the blood, did D.I.C.E. have forensics?, and awkwardly cowboy-walked across. He turned to see Sophia's reaction and only noticed her blood dripping down onto the floor.

"Let's hope we find this thing eh? Wouldn't want them to think you're the mystery monster," Danny said.

"Let's hope we find this thing eh? Wouldn't want them to think you're the mystery monster," Danny said.

Sophia snickered. "Yeah, that'd put a damper on my performance review."

She waited a bit for Danny to get further into the vent, then traded her bullpup for her pistol and followed him in.

Eligor chuckled to himself as the raggedy man joined in with the second verse. Just what was this man who had knowledge of old medieval drinking songs? The evening breeze swept up the autumnal leaves and their rustling accompanied the tune until it was finished. It must be odd to him that the projection of Eligor was walking on top of the mix of snow and dead leaves. The man approached and gave a bow, clearly mocking Eligor.

"Your Grace." He bowed mockingly "Dukes do not serve, they command. So are you really a duke or someone who longs for a time long forgotten." He carried on walking further into the forest, "I am Eliezer." He called back.

Pity the runes on Elizer's arms where in some language that he couldn't understand, but it was Angelic judging by the white glow from them and he had said something like that he was cursed like Eligor was. The red glow was at the core while the blue glow enveloped it, meaning those words had truth to them.Eligor wasted no time catching up with Elizer. No-one mocked him and left him in the woods, Eligor would have the last word.

"And jesters mock." He retorted with a huff, "Very well: I command you to clean the blade as I must be ready for battle."

Garath stood up from where he had been sitting, and moved over to talk to Isabelle and Vayle. Vayle becoming visible had caught his interest, he summoned spirits occasionally to help him out, but he'd never really talked with one.

"Whose your friend?" he asked Isabelle, "was she the one who helped with that demon? It felt like someone other than Simon was helping me bind that thing."

"Whose your friend?" Garath asked Isabelle. "Was she the one who helped with that demon? It felt like someone other than Simon was helping me bind that thing." He then asked, noticing Vayle showing herself to Richard. The shape shifter stood up, then spoke.

"You are indeed correct Garath Heller," Vayle began to say "It was I who cast spectral ropes around the Kouza Prime, bringing its arms to a halt. The name is Vayle, the shape shifter." She announced in a clear voice, before bowing, and producing one of her seemingly infinite roses in her right hand.

"I have been the friend and assistant to my master, Isabelle Hearte, for the past few years. She saved me as it were, after I was attacked by ghouls; although she did not know that I was there originally. Her skills with the sword, had managed to cleave the ghoul leader in twain; causing it to burn in holy light. Whilst I was initially afraid of her, she soon showed a friendly side, and we began to talk.

After a couple hours, I had made my decision to come with her, and chose a form more befitting of a magic user. Ever since, I have provided her with knowledge regarding the spirit world; but also my own magic. She has treated me with respect and care, and considers me an equal."

"Pleased to meet you Vayle, and thank you for your help," he said, smiling and giving an exagerrated bow in return, and accepting the rose, "I can't say that I've heard of many spirits who choose to serve without being summoned, what did you do before you met Isabelle?"

He smelled the rose, "Huh, is it real? the rose I mean, how do you make them?" he asked, examining the rose. He produced an illusion of the flower in his other hand, and adjusted its appearance until the two roses matched exactly, and then let the illusion fade.

"Pleased to meet you Vayle, and thank you for your help," Garath said, smiling then giving a slightly exaggerated bow in return before accepting the rose that was offered to him. "I can't say that I've heard of many spirits who choose to serve without being summoned, what did you do before you met Isabelle?" He asked before actually smelling the rose itself.

"Huh, is it real? the rose I mean, how do you make them?" Garath asked, then examined the rose before creating one of his own; adjusting it to match, then letting it simply fade away. Vayle looked intrigued by it.

"To answer your first question; I have been mostly travelling this world for centuries, trying to figure out who I was when I was alive, as I can't seem to remember much. I occasionally make myself known and help others in need; but sometimes I prefer to simply sit back and watch, its more fun like that on occasion." Vayle remarked, before letting out a brief giggle.

"As for the roses, they are real for the most part, in some ways they are an illusion. How I make them is mostly a matter of magic, I can create them as it were. I must say, yours was rather pretty as well."

"And jesters mock." He retorted with a huff, "Very well: I command you to clean the blade as I must be ready for battle."

Did Eilgor really mean to command and him to follow? This was too much. The wind caught up with them and the dead leaves on the ground whooshed upwards and went through the transparent figure. He had no power here.

"A command with no power behind behind it is a fruitless one, go and find some other fool to clean your blade" He countered, leaving the projection to huff about alone.

"As for the roses, they are real for the most part, in some ways they are an illusion. How I make them is mostly a matter of magic, I can create them as it were. I must say, yours was rather pretty as well."

"A pale imitation of the original," he said, producing the illusion again only with all the petals colored a pale white, he offered her back her rose, "My illusions would be much more helpful if they had substance like your flower."

He stroked his goatee, and thought for a few seconds before speaking "You said you have some memories of when you were alive? Why haven't you moved on, if thats not too personal a question, I've met ghosts before that were obsessed with getting their revenge or completing some task so they could get off this mortal coil, although you seem very different than most ghosts I've met."

"A pale imitation of the original," Garath said, as he produced the same illusion again, only this time, the petals were coloured in a pale lifeless white colour. He proceeded to hand back Vayle's original rose. "My illusions would be much more helpful if they had substance like your flower." This kind comment made her smile.

"Well, thanks for that; but really though, yours was rather pretty." Vayle remarked, her words sounding kind. She caused the flower to glow briefly, before it disappeared.

"Indeed it was Garath." Isabelle said, her back leaning against the tree she was sitting at; her eyes obscured by her hat as she rested. Garath then stroked his goatee, obviously thinking about something.

"You said you have some memories of when you were alive? Why haven't you moved on, if thats not too personal a question, I've met ghosts before that were obsessed with getting their revenge or completing some task so they could get off this mortal coil, although you seem very different than most ghosts I've met."

"I don't know, what memories I have are mere fragments, spread across my life like an incomplete puzzle with no clearly defined beginning or end. Perhaps if I found out who I was, or how I gained the ability to shape shift; then maybe I would move to the next life. But then again, I have enjoyed being here, and would feel sad for leaving." Vayle said, sounding a mixture of sadness and confusion. She then pulled out and examined the broken part of a sword that she carried with her for no reason.

"I mean, I don't even know why I have this." She remarked, showing the item in question.

"I don't know, what memories I have are mere fragments, spread across my life like an incomplete puzzle with no clearly defined beginning or end. Perhaps if I found out who I was, or how I gained the ability to shape shift; then maybe I would move to the next life. But then again, I have enjoyed being here, and would feel sad for leaving."

"I wouldn't worry about it, in my experience spirits depart when they're ready, its the ones who try to force it along that cause problems," He shivered, whether from the cold or from some memory wasn't clear, "Possessing people, haunting houses, that sort of thing."

"I mean, I don't even know why I have this." She remarked, showing the item in question.

Garath inspected the sword, "The d6's might be the ones to ask about that, they talk a lot but they're smart people, I can get information from spirits, but thats not so helpful when its a spirit asking the question, I'm sure you'll figure out why you have it when you're supposed to though."

It wasn't long before Danny reached the inevitable crosspath.

"The blood stops here. Should we split-up?" Danny asked. He hoped she wouldn't ask for his opinion. I'm a bloody detective from Detroit, give me a break! he mused. He wondered how he ended up here, in this situation. Usually he was the one giving advice, telling people what to do. He was in a new pond and he was the small fish. Better than dying at least. It was true, if he hadn't been able to fight off the demons he would have been a helpless soul in some kind of hell. Some kind of hell.

Azkar soon stopped under a tree and sat down, tightly hugging her legs and wiggling her toes. So far it seem Human life and free will was a little overrated. Not to mention finally becoming mortal then losing her life from the weather would be a pretty ironic end for the being who used to be able to survive practically anything.

Azkar sighed loudly and buried her face in her knees, she'd just wait a while then keep going. She didn't know where she was or where she was going now anyway, it was just forest in all directions. She was starting to wish she was taller when she dozed off, exhausted and tired from the cold.

Ghost had been heading deeper into the forest for a time, getting closer to where he saw the light. Unsure of what he'd find, he was cautious, stepping quietly and carefully watching his surroundings. It was through this vigilance that he found the girl, sleeping against a tree. She looks like Azkar, but without all the monster... he thought. How the hell did she manage to get rid of that?

He did a quick check of the area for as-yet-unseen foes, before kneeling by her side and checking for vitals. Still alive, but cold... Ghost thought, quickly taking his field blanket out and wrapping her in it. "Azkar, wake up." He said, gently shaking her shoulder. "You need to wake up, Azkar. If you don't, you'll freeze to death."

Azkar blinked slowly, tightening the blanket around herself and peeking out from behind it. Her voice, weak and muffled came out from behind the blanket. "You're a sight for sore eyes." she stood up slowly, steadying herself against the tree she had been sitting under and wore the blanket around herself like a big robe. She then looked up at Ghost and sighed quietly to herself "I knew I was short... But really?" Azkar then shook her head and started walking on the spot trying to keep her feet warm.

"Well, I'm Human now, so far it's pretty depressing. Do you think I'll get a division change and actually get paid now?" Azkar giggled half heatedly at her own joke then frowned. "Thanks for the help, I'm fairly sure I should head back to the ex-filtration point. Don't you think?"
Azkar was hoping Ghost would either tell her the way or take her there, as she was too proud to ask for directions. She had to retain some dignity, after all this.

"Well, I'm Human now, so far it's pretty depressing. Do you think I'll get a division change and actually get paid now? Thanks for the help, I'm fairly sure I should head back to the ex-filtration point. Don't you think?"

"If you play your cards right, they might pay you." Ghost chuckled. "As for exfil, it's this way. Ya gonna be able to make it there without shoes? It's a fair distance, and the forest floor has plenty of things to make walking uncomfortable." Ghost kept his pace slow, ensuring Azkar could keep up, and started back to the exfil point.

"Oh I suspect they're probably quite fine." Crow replied. "If only because if they weren't we'd probably have seen a lot more traffic come inside to help clean up the rest of us!"

"I could go and check of course, but leaving you without backup is probably not a good idea all things considered. Just in case. I can't see the higher ups being all too pleased with me if I wandered off and it was..problematic." He smiled. "I'd much rather ensure that you remain alive, Captain."

"Spooky" Mikhail muttered as he reloaded and checked his rifle "Kids defiantly got some moves, glad he's on my side".

"I better follow him" Mikhail called over to the hooded man as he finished reloading his weapon "it's about time I get out of this bloody forest, thanks for earlier by the way I appreciate it". Finished speaking, Mikhail jogged off into the forest and began to chase after ghost.

Overhead in the distance, a pair of jets similar to the one the team came in on approached and began to descend towards the facility. The unknown man in the hood looked up at the jets and walked closer to the body of the dead golem.

"I believe that's my cue"

He placed his hands on the Kuoza's body. Soon, the muscles, veins, and bones collapsed in on themselves and sprang towards the man's head. It less than a minute, the Kuoza Prime had been completely devoured by the man, and he signaled his departure with a wave of his hand.

"It's been fun agents of DICE. I hope to see you real soon"

And with a single flash of red light, he was gone.
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Every light in the facility came on at once. With all major functions restored, a message started to come through the main computer.

"Coming in all agents. Coming in all agents. What is the status down there?"

Azkar had begun jogging around Ghost, trying to keep the blood pumping through her body when she saw a pair of VTOL aircraft duck away into the distance, it looked like they were landing and Azkar knew that since their aircraft was in a slightly different direction that the facility must have been where they were landing.

Now that Azkar had a descent idea of where their plane was she began running to it, clutching the blanket around herself tightly. "Move it Ghost, I'm not spending a second longer in these circumstances than I have to!" Azkar had to yell back as she was already making her way to the plane, cursing and swearing as she stood on the random rock or on some wet grass.

"The d6's might be the ones to ask about that, they talk a lot but they're smart people, I can get information from spirits, but thats not so helpful when its a spirit asking the question, I'm sure you'll figure out why you have it when you're supposed to though." Garath said after giving the sword a brief inspection.

"I guess so."

It was at that movement that a pair of VTOL jets raced across the skies above the forest team. This was also when the unknown man walked up closer to the body of the dead Golem.

"I believe that's my cue." He then placed his hands on the Kouza Prime, and they all watched as the Golem's muscles, veins, and bones collapsed in on themselves and sprang towards the man's head. In a little under a minute, the body had been completely devoured; the man soon signalled his departure with a simple wave of a hand.

"It's been fun agents of DICE. I hope to see you real soon." And in a flash of red light, he was gone. This prompted Isabelle to stand up.

"I think now might be the time to leave." She said to the rest of the group under her charge.

"Due to whoever that was, we have nothing more to gain here." She remarked in a slightly annoyed tone of voice; at least they still had the tests that Richard had taken earlier, so it wasn't a total loss.

"Right, lets get our gear together, and head back towards where those jets were landing; we may even find where Azkar went along the way."

"A command with no power behind behind it is a fruitless one, go and find some other fool to clean your blade." He countered, leaving the projection to huff about alone.

Pity those who never welded power themselves had such a basic understanding of it. Time to teach this young one a few pointers about it. The projection vanished, leaving Elizer to walk away from this like the sullen coward that he was. Eligor eased himself out of the mud grateful his little rest had granted him enough energy to do this little stunt. He laughed at the notion that he could only do something like this because of an angel's curse. Quite ironic. A few seconds later, he whizzed through the air, impaling Elizer between the ribs, pinning him to a tree.

"You should know: ultimately, power comes from the point of a sword." Eligor hissed.

He drove himself deeper into Elizer's chest, even turning about to add to the pain. Reasoning that this was enough, he unsheathed himself from Elizer's chest that preceded to wipe all the blood and guts on his shirt and then floated away to find better company. Perhaps Isabelle, or that demonic knight...

The projection vanished after his last snarky comment, finally, after years of poking and prodding he had some time alone to clear his mind and enjoy the fresh (if not chilly) air. He wasn't quite sure what to though, none of the members of D.I.C.E were chasing after him, in fact it seemed like they had forgotten about him all together and all he knew was that he was somewhere in Russia, and well, Russia's a big place. Not exactly the best place to be wandering around in hope of finding some outpost of civilization.

He was mulling about, deliberating on what to do when out of nowhere the Sword that Eligor resided in, impaled him right through the chest. Driving him towards the nearest tree (a pine in further examination) and nailing him to it.

"You should know: ultimately, power comes from the point of a sword." Eligor hissed.

"...Power? Hah!...it's...a...trick...it's...only...lies...where..you...beleive...it..does" He managed to say through the pain.

By that point he was already loosing consciousness, but Eligor had to drive the point home and continued to twist the blade around causing more pain and Eliezer to black-out.

By the time he regained consciousness, that bastard of a sword had disappeared and he was covered by his own entrails. Eligor had a knack for ruining shirts and not wanting to wander around looking a bloody mess he took it off. The air was cold on chest and he started shivering, but pressed on deeper into the woods.

Nothing like a spot of pneumonia to help the soul

Eligor arrived to where Isabelle was standing, still with drips of blood upon the blade. A quick wipe on a shirt could only clean so much, after all. He didn't quite hear what Elizer said underneath the sound produced by disembowelment. No doubt just more nonsense and tricks. However that cursed one was still D.I.C.E.'s property, just as much Eligor was and there was no doubt that the Colonel would find yet another reason to hate him if he let a subject get away. He heard a snippet of conversation and decided to join in.

"Right, lets get our gear together, and head back towards where those jets were landing; we may even find where Azkar went along the way."

"As well as that, I believe another person is trying to get away and Division Six won't like that, not at all." He huffed. "I believe he ran off into the woods..."

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