"Well, well," Vespi mused. "An Elemental. You're a long way from the swamp." Lighting crackled from within her as she and he cohorts snickered. "No trouble? Perhaps you should have considered that before you wandered into our city!"<br/><br/>A chorus of engine revs went up, accompanied by a cry of "Stormfront is for the Storms!"<br/><br/>Haley raised her hands in an effort to be genial (although not before loading some cloud seeding rounds into her guns) and said, "Hey. Whoa easy. We don't like the Blade Occupation anymore than you do, right guys?"<br/><br/>She gave a pointed look at Ephantus (<span style="font-style: italic">We really need to do something about him</span>) and the Dayman.<br/><br/>"Do you now..." Vespi scratched her chin. "Perhaps you'd like to prove it." It wasn't a question.<br/><br/>"Uh. What."<br/><br/>"Follow us to the forward operating base for the Rebellion and maybe we'll talk about your cooperation. Ride!" The Storm Riders circled the assembled once more before riding off into the city.<br/><br/>"There's nothing stopping us from leaving," Dorian muttered.<br/><br/>"But they're fighting Opheia," Haley said. "Which means we at least want the same thing..."<br/><br/>…<br/><br/>Meanwhile in the Nightman's base...<br/><br/>Horror looked from the Nightman to Sark.<br/><br/>"Look. I've been imprisoned a few times in my life. So just...are you Project: Midnight or not?"