Arget slowly lowers himself several feet, down to the next surface, alighting his feet upon the surface of the next story vents... he still had a ways to go.  Weapon at the ready, he shuffles, flat on his chest, through the vents, feeling his skin start to sting from the heat of the metal.  Regardless, however, he was safer in here than out there... he'd know when his limit was reached.  His first priority was finding a way around to where the air entered, rather than left the building, where it would be cool, at least - and, in turn, where he could find access to the inside.<br/><br/>***<br/><br/>Raice turns red... he doesn't know what's going on, but he's worried.  "Who is it...  it's not mom... it's not... what's going on... something's not right..." He darts for Iln... she must know...