<span style="font-weight: bold"><span style="text-decoration: underline">Infiltration Team</span></span><br/><br/>[i]"Getting inside is all well and good...but do we have a plan for getting out again? Cause I wasn't paying attention if one was mentioned." [/v]<br/><br/>Haley didn't have an answer for Ephantus ready, so she waited for Geirhald to answer, but the churning Sandstorm Immortal let the question hang for the entirety of their ride. When they reached the palace, he slowed and veered off the road to what barely qualified as a dirt road through some hedges. The path wound around through a long-abandoned garden of dead plants until it reached the moat that surrounded the palace. He parked his bike against the base of a bridge that crossed it and lead them under.<br/><br/>Waiting for them was a fidgety man and a shoddy bridge of wooden planks lashed together with rope that crossed the moat to an open door that presumably lead into the palace. When he saw them, the man frowned. "You...where's Vespi?" Then he noticed the rest of them. "This wasn't part of the deal!"<br/><br/>Haley spoke before the slower Geirhald. "You're the Imperial we saw earlier! You're the guy who announced the Emperor's ban on street fighting." Dorian, who had resumed his place in her watch, murmured his agreements. "What's he doing here, Geirhald?"<br/><br/>Geirhald grimaced. "Inside...man..."<br/><br/>The fidgety man ran a shaky hand through his hair. "It's jut my job, you know? I don't like working for these people, but my family, you know?" He glanced at them, the the bridge, then Geirhald. "The plan..."<br/><br/>"Plans...change..." Geirhald declared. "In...fil...tra...tion...team..." When the man didn't look convinced, he added, "Peiyor...you know...me..."<br/><br/>Peiyor licked his lips and ran both hands through his hair. "Yeah. I do, I just...Vespi said...just get it done, ok? Please? And-and-can this...I don't want..."<br/><br/>"Don't...know..you..." Geirhald slipped around Peiyor and started across the bridge.<br/><br/>"We'll make sure this won't come back on you," Haley assured him before trying the bridge, which was more unstable than Geirhald made it look. Upon closer inspection, he just seemed to glide across it. "That was a good question, though. How are we getting out?"<br/><br/>"Get there...when...get there..."<br/><br/><span style="font-weight: bold"><span style="text-decoration: underline">Interference Team</span></span><br/><br/>Vespi happened to be riding by and saw Scarlet's helpless look. She skidded to a stop beside her and gave the bickering lawyersiblings a judgemental look. "Need a lift?"<br/><br/><span style="font-weight: bold"><span style="text-decoration: underline">Villain Team</span></span><br/><br/>Horror regarded the conversation between The Nightman and SIRI with mild interest. He had no idea who Pullio was, nor who SIRI was. It was as if she had suddenly come into being and acted as if she had always been on their team. But that was ridiculous; certainly she had always been there and he had simply been in stasis when they had met. Of course.<br/><br/>He gave his monstrosity a slap and indicated that it should follow the Nightman on his rampage. Neither he nor his mount seemed in any hurry to keep up (although for the mount, it seemed more a matter of couldn't keep up than lack of want) as they slurped and gurgled their way across the city, leaving a trail of thick, radioactive green slime behind that smelled of Infernal Secrets and warped the very air that they came into contact with.<br/><br/>"Don't let that touch your skin," he warned no one in particular. "Nether Slime. It distorts anything it touches." Sure enough, the ground began to crack and twist and bend and burble behind him.