"Goddamnit Shula, watch where you put those damned claws of yours!" Faelan bitched as the system locked them out. The bright red lights seemed to engulf the place, each blaring spin of the light casting an ominous light over the room. He didn't know what Shula had hit, but he knew they needed to move, and now. Running outside of the room, he remembered the armory, and figured that'd be a good place to go. There wasn't much thought behind it, but he was feeling pretty violent, and violence worked a lot better with a couple feet of metal in between him and his victim.<br/><br/>Running as fast as he could, he listened to Shula's clacking foot steps behind his. Under the tone of hers, he could hear more foot steps, and a lot of them. They'd consider this a normal breach, considering any demons smart enough to infiltrate were typically looking for information. Not unlike Shula and himself. They made it to the armory without running into anyone, and he picked up his sword from the stand, as well as his gun. Both seemed to be in good condition, and he knew that was good, because he was going to need them to work here in a second. Looking around at the surplus of weapons around them, he looked expectantly at Shula. "Grab something and let's go."<br/><br/>Clearing the doorway before he even saw what he grabbed, his mind struggled to come up with a plan. They couldn't be caught, he knew what kind of shit that'd cause. Even now, he imagined someone higher up was looking at his mugshot, captured by the computer's as the alarms went off. What they really needed was to get out of the facility. He knew they'd have all the doors closed though, the vents would be in security mode. Unlike last time, they wouldn't just quarantine in the area of the outbreak. In the case of leaked information, they shut the whole place down. "We're making a turn up ahead, thing of a place to go, and quick!" He shouted over the sirens blaring.<br/><br/>If they wouldn't be able to get outside of the facility here, they'd have to go somewhere else, somewhere the Foundation would be hard pressed to find them, or even send out parties to find them. Gehenna. Following his memories of the layout, he knew they'd be coming up to the portal room soon enough, and he hoped that it was operational. Pushing their way in, it looked like just a normal wall. Well, excluding all of the symbols cast in a circle around the massive rune. He'd been through the portal enough times to know how it worked, it simply needed a little fuel. Grabbing a hold of Shula's hand, he slid the small of her palm down his blade. Pushing her hand onto the wall, the blood seemed to soak into the wall, the runes lighting up like they would on his arm. The small swirl of whatever place Shula had in mind started to take hold on the flat of the wall. The reddish blur of reality seemed to twist the wall into a hole, slowly getting bigger and bigger.