"WHa-" Sycri stopped mid air "Talk about tight-lipped..." He said. "tunnels....i HATE tunnels! give me a damp cool cave over a dusty tunnel anyday..." He stopped and flew higher, and higher, seeing less and less detail before stopping his wings and letting himself fall, like a heavy feather becaue his wings still stayed out, and he listened, sending out vibrations, to see the scene. he saw bits of milonaga smoke still inthe air, as well as a few stray rats. he smelled something too....perfume? no...it was wet....it smelled like...ice...and sweat... theres a trail. the vacpacks radiation glowed bakc at his senses from below, voices mixing in, to sycros senses, this was a battlfield. A smirk came across his face.<br/>"Gotcha..." He said, he took out his reciever and ended his dropping. "Euro, im going after the icer. keep in contact, i will have my becon on." ANd wiht this, he flew off to the outskirts.<br/>"Keep that naga busy for me, tight-lip..." He said.