<span style="font-weight: bold"><span style="text-decoration: underline">Infiltration Team</span></span><br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">"Well, at least it was your sister that we ran into. We might have been in trouble if it was someone working for the Crosswind up here."</span><br/><br/>"Yeah," Haley said slowly. "It would, wouldn't it?" She never took her eyes off of her sister. "Sylvia...?"<br/><br/>Sylvia didn't talk. Sylvia didn't blink. Sylvia didn't move. The metal object she carried, however, spoke, a hemispherical object blinking with each word. "Work for the Crosswind...how amusing. Isn't that amusing, my dear?" The question seemed directed at Sylvia, but she didn't respond on any discernible level. "Very. No, if we were to get into it, we're more like...associates."<br/><br/>Haley already had her guns out. "Those were the magic words, Kayla."<br/><br/>"How trite," the voice said. "You know, Haley...the Director wants to know how your condition is progressing." This time, Sylvia seemed to move, only the barest of head motion. "And how is the boy...Dorian, was it? Has he faded away. yet?"<br/><br/>"Everyone leave," Haley growled through clenched teeth. "Follow Geirhald. Whatever. Just...leave."