Darion grumbled to himself as he heard what little was said out loud.  This was not going to work well.  They hated each other.  They were not a team as far as he could tell.  It was only a countdown until they were taken out.  They had no ability to work together.  And one of their new people seemed to be the only one who seemed to be trying to keep them together.  Darion didn’t care.  They could all argue and hate him after the mission.  Right now, he was forcing himself to focus on the mission.  Thankfully whatever Neymi did kept him from hearing the Siren again.<br/><br/>With that he moved ahead, taking a position in the lead of the group.  His rifle at the ready as they moved into and through the maintenance tunnels.  His eyes scanning the dark pathways with each step, his ears listening for any clues that they were about to be ambushed.<br/><br/>Darion almost began to walk past the entrance they were looking for.  Not recognizing what it was until one of the others called out and stopped him.  Darion didn’t turn, instead he continued to face down the hall that he had been looking while backing up a few steps and falling to a guarding crouched stance.  He couldn’t fall out of being on guard.  He had a sinking feeling, almost constantly, that he was being watched  .Of course he couldn’t help but growl when someone tried to open it.<span style="color: green">“Neymi, can you do anything to open that door?”</span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>