In just a few more minutes they had arrived at the ruins where the Behemoth was supposed to be. Rider lead them forward in a stealthy way and held up a fist. Joker turned to Plague, his mouth open to ask a question-- probably about what the hand sign meant. Before he could say anything, the fair-haired boy held a finger to his lips; an action that served multiple purposes.<br/><br/>Rider ordered them to spread out and Plague ran off as stealthily as he could, keeping his footsteps light and staying against walls when possible. He put his first priority as looking for any other Breakers, as opposed to searching for the Behemoth. At one moment, he thought he saw something moving out of the corner of his eyes, but when he looked there was nothing there. Well there wasn't any point in worrying himself too much, but he made a mental note to keep his guard up.<br/><br/>-------------------<br/><br/>Rider held Joker back from running off wherever he might have, instead ordering him to scout things out from the rooftops. The blonde boy nodded and rushed off. He found a building with only half its wall there. He jumped up and grabbed the top of the wall. It was slippery with dust, but he had strong hands. The boy propped his feet against the wall and kicked off, turning in an arc that landed him in a standing position on the half-wall. Getting up to the top from there was easy.<br/><br/>Joker kept low. The last thing he wanted was for the Behemoth to spot him because he was sticking out too much. He crept to the edge of the roof and peered down. The boy noticed something small move about quickly before disappearing and a cold shiver went down his spine.<span style="font-style: italic">A wolf?</span>he thought, feeling a nostalgic fear build up inside him.<span style="font-style: italic">No...</span>he shook his head and tried to calm down.<span style="font-style: italic">I don't know that wolves could survive in an age filled with Gehna. But what then?</span><br/><br/>All the same, if that was all he could report maybe Rider could make better sense of it. The Breaker pulled out his deck and selected a card. With a piece of rubble he scratched onto it 'Wolves?'<br/><br/>Joker tossed the card toward where Rider had just been. He could only hope he was still there. For being so light, his cards flew in incredibly straight and controlled paths.