Plague sighed internally, having made no progress whatsoever in locating any surviving Breakers in the area. He came to attention as Rider radioed in, telling them to head to the southwest corner. Maybe a blood trail was a good thing, more likely it was bad, but it seemed the only lead they'd gotten as of yet. Plague hurried off toward the designated location. After the second call he hurried a bit closer to the walls. It was always great to have one less side that needed to be guarded, not that he let his guard down in the slightest.<br/><br/>Joker also began his journey to the southwest corner. He made his way be rooftop; that was kind of his thing. At this point, he was becoming very suspicious that he hadn't seen any enormous monsters stomping around. It wouldn't be uncommon for a Behemoth to be bigger than many of these buildings right? Was there even anywhere one could hide around here? Either way, if there was a chance of finding surviving Breakers, that, to Joker, took immediate precedence. Even if there were Varlus involved. No wonder he'd thought he'd seen wolves. Stupid! Though it might have been better if they'd been wolves instead...<br/><br/>***<br/><br/>Joker lowered himself from the roofs, so as to cause less of a stir than vaulting. He came down just a few yards from Rider, and flashed him a silent "hope I'm not late. So what's up?" look. Plague dashed around a corner and into view (with stealth that one wouldn't expect from one of the less agile members of the group) just a few moments after Joker appeared. He certainly didn't like the idea of Varlus, but at the very least he stood a better chance against them than a Behemoth. The strength of the Gehna didn't matter at all to Plague-- only size. The smaller they were, the easier it was to infect and eradicate them.