Sherra frowned.  "They seem close, but they're not quite at the entrance of the garage yet... we got two options.  We can tear outta here like a bat outta hell- they'd see us leave, and know we're not allies, but we'd beat them through the entrance of the garage.   Or we can kinda calmly go through, and stick to your plan.  Which is.. what, might I ask..?"<br/><br/>------------------------------------------------------<br/><br/>Faust continued forward... however the sounds in the distance of the sewers began to change.  Was there a fight going on...?  Great, just what he'd needed.  This was quite annoying.  He needed to get to Alhanada to tell her of the resistance's plans, before the resistance GOT there.<br/><br/>---------------------------------------------------------<br/><br/>Jenten called down.  "First sergeant, the fighting's begun!! They're not near our building yet, though!!"<br/><br/>Emiko, using the ledge as cover, stood near the edge of the roof, her revolver ready to shoot down any that come in range.  She checked her ammo, frowned, and readied a speed-loader for when her six shots were empty.<br/><br/>Marice was pumped and excited.  Her senses picked up, almost as if everything were moving more slowly.  She eagerly awaited someone, anyone, busting through that door.<br/><br/>-----------------------------------------------<br/><br/>Dark painted lips curved into a smile that seemed both kind and cruel at once.  A gentle hand brushed away locks of white hair from a feminine face, revealing eyes the color of ice.  Seraph of the Blood Cult watched as the acolytes sent in thier wave.  He opened up the fold of his black trench coat, checking the tubes he had brought.  within the folds of his cloak, lay six glass cylinders- all labled "100 %".  With a dark smirk, the pale, tall human rushed forward, drawing out a thin blade about four feet in length.  Rushing through the lines of the conflict, he gave three quick slashes, and watched as three resistance members fell to the ground, bodies twitching.  Looking around, calmly, that odd half-cruel smile stil on his lips, he looked for those that could be leaders, to target.