At the reports coming in from their hacker.  One of the targets was possibly down there with them.  He needed no other incentive beyond that.  It meant they had to move fast and get into a position to deal with him.  So he followed into the open access way right on Bleu’s heels.  His own weapon sliding into his hand.  This one a revolver so there was no safety other than his own finger.<br/><br/>Inside, once in the hallway, Darion slowed his steps enough to be able to move as silently as his boots would allow.  He listened with every step for any sign of the skull who was down here with them. He had to use his ears because all it seemed that the halls were made of was doorways.  He saw no one in the hall after moving to look around Bleu.<br/><br/>He waited as well, listening before they moved.  Darion stayed completely silent as Bleu spoke with Wheels, or maybe he should start referring to her as the name Bleu let slip.<br/><br/>Once the other man moved into the hall and towards the stairwell Darion eased out and followed.  They had to move and needed to get this mission done.  Darion wasn’t sure what, but something made him uncomfortable.  He could feel the hairs stand up on the back of his neck.  Maybe it was something he was picking up something off Bleu.  He placed himself on the wall on the opposite side of the door as Bleu and listened.<br/><br/>Definite soft footsteps came up from the stairs.  Darion moved, holstering his pistol and taking out his knife.<span style="color: green">“I’ll deal with him and you scout the next floor.”</span>Darion said, moving into the stairwell and heading to the stairs down to the second floor.  Moving as quietly as he could wail still keeping some speed to keep up with the other guy.  Thankful of the carpeting.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>