They Walk Among Us: Game Thread

[Not G. Ivingname]

The dogs were piling up, the mutts were significantly slowed down by the corpses of the pack that had fallen before them. Jackson fired the last round in the magazine, shredding another line of hounds. He only had two magazines of the rifle left, so he dropped it and pulled out the FMG-9. He sent bursts into the heads of hounds that were ontop of their dead brothers, trying to make even larger piles to slow the horde further, and hopefully completely block up the passage.

He didn't even want to think what he would be smelling without the gas mask.

"Let's finish these mutts you louts! We must be getting close to the source!"

"Where is that Foundation agent?" Jackson yelled over his shots to the priest behind him, "I believe he could of been compromised or will get himself killed trying to get to the source of all this while were dealing with the mutts."

 

[hiei82]

[HEADING=2]Sewer Battle[/HEADING]

Wave after wave of the beasts seemed to pour from the sewer system, easily numbering more than a hundred. However, under the combined might of the priests, hunters, and mages their numbers diminished nearly as quickly as they arrived, those who made it through the hail of bullets and magics found themselves slamming into the holy barrier Shaun erected. Each hit drained the barrier of a little of it's holy power; corrupting it with infernal power. One by one, cracks began to appear in the barrier.

It quickly became apparent it was a battle of endurance. Which would give out first; the horde of hounds or the power of the wall? Second-by-second, crack-by-crack, the battle continued on. Knives, swords, axes, guns; all were dripping with the black blood of the demon horde as the sewer system was painted with the same.

However, just as the barrier seemed ready to give, the endless flow of hounds became a slower flow, which became a trickle, which became nothing but a mountain of corpses. In the end, all the beasts were dead or dying. Taking stock of the situation, the Foundation hunter was decidedly gone, though signs of his passing - blue blotches of gel covering walls and dead dogs - marked his path.

However, before the group could catch their breath, one more creature came from the tunnels ahead of them. The being was no dog, of that there was no uncertainty. As the distant darkness gave way, the creature's form - and identity - became apparent. She was clearly the woman Rain saw enter the sewers and one of the women the pair of priests had encountered above. And she was coming FROM the Foundation hunter's path.

 

[DarkRawen]

Rain kept fighting until there was no longer any demon dogs left. It had certainly taken a while, and though the proud Cabal member didn't want to admit it, he and Adrian would not have been enough to best the beasts.

I'm glad we didn't split up.

Every now and then, other people were useful. Even the gun users had filled their spots, perhaps those tools were more useful than Rain had been taught. More than a little exhausted, he leaned on his blade -sharp side down, obviously- and forced his breath to be calm. Even so, his heart was beating quite a lot, and there were droplets of sweat running down his face. Not that anyone would be able to see that, though, with the blood and guts from the dogs still covering his body.

Is this it? I need a bath, these sewers leads to the sea, right?

The others seemed done as well, not every dog had been completely killed, but those still alive the creatures were lying almost still, struggling, unable to stand up or attack.

It seems that way.

It had been difficult, but they had won. Currently, at least, the one behind these creations had still not been found.

But we might at least get the chance to get some strength back.

Looking at the countless corpses, Rain wondered if there even was anything else that could be thrown at them, apart from the main target itself. One had to wonder where all these... well, humans, had come from.

I don't want to think about that. It's done for now.


However, then footsteps could be heard, the footsteps of something smaller than the dogs. Looking up, Rain noticed that he recognized the one who came, it was the woman -or creature- from earlier.

So, she's alive?

Even if she turned out to be an enemy, Rain still felt that he was slightly relieved that she appeared to be very much okay.


"That's the woman from before," he muttered, before he raised his voice, addressing the female in front of them. "What happened?" he asked, standing up and gripping the handle of the sword firmly. He'd tried asking her "We found your axe."

 

[Mestizaje]

Sesthine

She had the hat tilted down over her face, and they'd still recognized her. She thought about what she should tell them had happened. There was a number of options, but going with the truth would be the best alternative. It would be embarrassing to admit to it though.

"Oh, just a bit of bad luck." Sesthine answered the man. "Slipped in the damn mess down here after getting covered in shit back when the hellhounds attacked us, and pushed myself too hard while I tried to escape with one of them. The fall must have knocked me out, and I came too just a short while ago in some dead end. I've no memory of what happened in between the two."

She noticed the man who'd adressed her first was grasping his sword as if she was a threat. She took her hands out of her pockets, and held them up towards the group for a moment, before letting them fall to her sides. "I've got nothing. You outnumber me. Oh, and you can keep the axe if you wish too. I'll retreat for now if you'll let me pass, since there's nothing but dead-ends in that direction." She made a motion in the direction she'd come from, indicating that it was the direction she meant. Besides, she could easily get a new weapon as soon as she told Victoria she needed one. Maybe two even, or just one better suited for this kind of bullshit. She laughed to herself at the thought of a hi-tech axe.

"I see you've had quite a bit of fun." She said, looking at the amount of dogs they'd killed. "So, what's your plan now? If you don't mind me asking."

Sesthine took another step towards the group, but stopped as she wasn't certain they'd let her pass them to find a better way to reach her target. She hoped they hadn't figured out she could track what she was searching for by scent, since they might want her to lead the way to her target then. She wanted to reach it first and alone.

 

[Not G. Ivingname]

The dogs just kept coming. Jackson knew he only had two full clips of .50 cal rounds left. The barrier was "cracked," it didn't look like it would hold. However, the beasts had finally seemed to of given up. Jackson was glad he wasn't part of the clean up crew to this mess.

The Foundation agent was gone, but his trail was clear...

"That's the woman from before."

Jackson turned to the woman who walked into the groups sight. A defenseless woman wondering in the middle of a sewage system filled with all kinds of hell hounds. She likely is compromised and/or not human.

"Oh, just a bit of bad luck. Slipped in the damn mess down here after getting covered in shit back when the hellhounds attacked us, and pushed myself too hard while I tried to escape with one of them. The fall must have knocked me out, and I came too just a short while ago in some dead end. I've no memory of what happened in between the two."

Jackson highly doubted that story, or that she was nearly as harmless as she claimed.

"Did you see a man with a blue tube and a weird gun run by you?" Jackson asked.

 

[Drummodino]

Adrian picked his way through the piles of dead beasts, stabbing any still showing signs of life. The battle lust now fading, he felt slightly weary. He hadn't been in a fight that intense for quite some time.

"Enjoy that Demon?" he asked the sword. "I'm sure these creatures taste divine, they sure smell it."

Turning away from the carnage he noticed a woman approaching them, from the direction that the Foundation agent had been heading. Evidence of his passing could clearly be seen in the form of blue gel dotting the walls and floor.

"That's the woman from before," Rain muttered.

"Okay, you deal with her and I'll observe for now," Adrian said in a low voice, resting Eligos on his shoulder. It seemed just a little bit too convenient for her to be approaching them now and from that direction especially. As she conversed with Rain and Jackson, Adrian studied her closely. He couldn't tell for certain but he got the feeling something was off about her... and she was certainly acting suspiciously.

 

[IFS]

"I've got nothing. You outnumber me. Oh, and you can keep the axe if you wish too. I'll retreat for now if you'll let me pass, since there's nothing but dead-ends in that direction."

Randall put his gun away, he'd run out of bullets at some point in the chaos and had been left bludgeoning the things with the gun or simply punching them. Now he drew the axe from his coat, he hadn't had the opportunity to draw it in the battle and he had no real practice with such a weapon but it was certainly better than nothing.

"I'll hang onto it for you then," he said, holding it up so that she could see. He didn't know who or perhaps what she was but he trusted her no more than the foundation agent who had slipped away.

"We need to find that agent," he muttered to himself before the soldier spoke up.

"Did you see a man with a blue tube and a weird gun run by you?"

He nodded "yes, we should track him down," he said then turned to the woman, smirking slightly beneath his balaclava "But lets not be rude, introductions are in order I am Detective Randall Summers, and you are?"

 

[DarkRawen]

"Okay, you deal with her and I'll observe for now."

Rain nodded.

"Yes, if you want me to." He would do as Adrian said, though, he didn't think he was the best at "dealing" with people. The fact that she had left earlier on was probably a good example of that. The discussion earlier was probably another. Regardless, he listened to as she spoke.

"Oh, just a bit of bad luck. Slipped in the damn mess down here after getting covered in shit back when the hellhounds attacked us, and pushed myself too hard while I tried to escape with one of them. The fall must have knocked me out, and I came too just a short while ago in some dead end. I've no memory of what happened in between the two."

Is that the truth?

On one hand, Rain wouldn't normally believe someone that easily. However, it was a rather... embarassing thing to admit for anyone, she had seemed like a rather prideful person earlier, or at least someone not very likely to admit to such a thing unless they had.

I would not have made up something like this to confuse the enemy. Nor would I have admitted it willingly.

Rain sighed mentally to himself, for now he'd at least pretend to believe it.

"I see. Did you get this far before that? I saw that you were fast when you were running away, but we've been walking around for a long while. Perhaps..." he trailed off. Where was he going with this... oh, right.

"Could it be that you know this place? Or do you just know how to navigate it well? If it's either of those, aid us, and we'll ignore the fact that you're clearly not a normal person." The last thing was nothing but a vague suggestion. Rain wasn't the best at socializing, but he'd read something about the mind filling out the blanks. Not a single person there was a "normal" person, the important thing was what the wording meant to this woman, as he still had his doubts about her.

"I see you've had quite a bit of fun. So, what's your plan now? If you don't mind me asking."

"We'll let you know if you agree to aid us, or prove yourself to be trustworthy," Rain replied. It was said in a rather authoritative tone, while he'd used different, less cold tone before. This was evidence of that the sentence was something he had been taught to say, a dismissive reply to a rather common question. He didn't add anything about the foundation agent, Rain had little interest in finding that guy either way, what good could it lead to?

 

[Mestizaje]

Sesthine

She shook her head when asked about some guy that had gone in the direction she'd come from. "I can't claim that I've seen anyone like that. He'll probably be back once he realizes there's nothing of note in the direction he went. If he's any good it shouldn't take him that long."

Sesthine didn't see her axe when the man who introduced himself as a detective showed it to her, but almost wished she had it back anyway. It had been a nicely crude weapon, with plenty of stories behind it by now. "Keep it if you want too. I'll have no problems getting a new one, and its only value is sentimental."

She considered how good of an idea it might be to introduce herself properly. They'd think her rude and more suspicious if she didn't. Introducing herself as no one again, Nemo, probably wouldn't work if any of them knew its origins. She opened her mouth to answer, stopped herself, and sighed defeatedly. "My name is Sesthine Desmarais, Consortium. Well, I guess mercenary." She stared into the hat on her head that covered her eyes while speaking, unable to see much, but still able to hear and smell.

"I don't think so." She answered the one that had adressed her first when he talked to her once more. "Fucking hard to tell, but if you found my axe before you came here it seems doubtful. Did you?" She asked, but shrugged as if the question wasn't of any importance.

She didn't like that he pointed out that she wasn't a normal person. Sure, what she was was better than the alternative, but how did he know anything like that? Suspicions, no clear proof, she thought to herself. She thought about reaching out for Victoria, but any potential backup the woman could send Sesthine's way would be too late. "I've never been here previously. I was a... tracker, for lack of a better word you'd understand in this language, in a past life. I suppose that would make me good at navigating anywhere, so the second option."

Some areas were worse than others, especially sewers with their hideous smells, but she'd done fine here until she'd messed up. She'd continue to blame it on bad luck, not her tracking skills.

Sesthine didn't particularly want to aid them. However, if she wanted to escape the sewers she didn't seem to have much choice. They were in her way, the only way for her to reach her target, and acquire a new weapon from Victoria.

"Aid you how?" She asked. "I told you I was going to retreat for now, since I need a new weapon among other things. A bath would be nice too. Only reason we're having this conversation is because I can't get out of here any other way than the one you're blocking."

 

[Redryhno]

"I've never been here previously. I was a... tracker, for lack of a better word you'd understand in this language, in a past life. I suppose that would make me good at navigating anywhere, so the second option."

What kind of person speaks like that? And why has she blocked her face from view?

This and more questions began to appear in the young, but still winded Templar. She spoke in a strange manner, as if she wasn't fully comfortable speaking in this language, English, much like himself he supposed, though she certainly had a better grasp of speaking in it normally, unlike himself.

Hugh had his suspicions, but even if these Demon-Users knew her, he'd already seen what they were willing to do simply for being called what they were. Nothing fully human could have survived down here without a weapon of sorts, and this woman was simply saying they could keep hers?

"I told you I was going to retreat for now, since I need a new weapon among other things. A bath would be nice too. Only reason we're having this conversation is because I can't get out of here any other way than the one you're blocking."

"You are no tracker,"Hugh replied, no longer able to keep his righteous side in check,"This Demon is killing innocents down here, and you mean to tell me you are alone with no weapon? In facet, you refuse to accept yours back and intend to go running back home. What is your sport?"

 

[IFS]

"Keep it if you want too. I'll have no problems getting a new one, and its only value is sentimental."

"Tell you what," Randall replied "I'll give it back once we're out of these damn sewers, I won't need it anymore then."

Of course this also meant that he would be able to see if she could be trusted before giving her a weapon, though given that she'd lasted this long without one she either didn't need one to fight or was very skilled at stealth. Or she's working with the demons.

"This Demon is killing innocents down here, and you mean to tell me you are alone with no weapon? In facet, you refuse to accept yours back and intend to go running back home. What is your sport?"

"Easy there kid," Randall said, annoyed both by the Templar's lack of subtlety and by his general demeanor, if he wasn't constantly stopping to throw accusations at potential allies we'd be done of this place already.

"She says she's consortium and has a fancy name, her story checks out so far," Randall said, his tone somewhat mocking "Besides we could rather use a tracker to find the source of these things, and hell making an exit to rest and plan wouldn't be a bad idea provided we kept watch for any who try to leave the sewers as well."

He frowned beneath his mask "Ideally we'd not leave the foundation agent down here, but I think we'd have to drag him to get him to come with us, provided we could even find him," he glanced back at Sesthine "Think you could track him down in here?"

 

[DarkRawen]

"My name is Sesthine Desmarais, Consortium. Well, I guess mercenary."

I guess?

It sounded better than Nemo, though, familiar, not because of the name itself, but in how it sounded. He wasn't sure why. It had something to do with the Cabal, at least, anything he ever thought and recognized was.

I haven't heard this name before, though.

Perhaps it was just a common demon hunter name. Regardless, he doubted she was making it up. That made him feel a little more sure of her, though, her next, crude reply helped even it out again.

"I don't think so. Fucking hard to tell, but if you found my axe before you came here it seems doubtful. Did you?"

"I've already said we did, so yes, we found it. If you don't remember losing it, then..." Rain sighed to himself. This was weird, really wear. "Someone must have moved you. Or you walked yourself, but can't remember due to amnesia."

It made more sense like that, but not too much. Not to mention, it was an ill omen for her to even alive if she had been down there alone without any weapons, passed out.

Not for her, though. She gets to be alive.

If she wasn't already dead, of course, Rain couldn't ignore what he had seen.

Regardless. It should be fine for now, she doesn't appear hostile.

"Aid you how? I told you I was going to retreat for now, since I need a new weapon among other things. A bath would be nice too. Only reason we're having this conversation is because I can't get out of here any other way than the one you're blocking."

"She says she's consortium and has a fancy name, her story checks out so far. Besides we could rather use a tracker to find the source of these things, and hell making an exit to rest and plan wouldn't be a bad idea provided we kept watch for any who try to leave the sewers as well."

Rain glanced over at Adrian. What should he say? He'd really like to leave the sewers himself, get himself cleaned up, get some rest... but it was cowardly. He would be a ninny, wanting to leave just so that he could clean his hair.

It is disgusting, though.

However, he was a part of Cabal. And members of the Cabal didn't just go and get cleaned up because they were covered in what was essentially human guts.

... That really didn't help.

It'll only be some more hours... probably.

"I don't know which is best," he finally admitted, though no one had asked him in particular. "I'll do what Adrian tells me to do, I suggest you do the same."

 

[Mestizaje]

"You wish to argue semantics?" She asked the man who'd said she was no tracker. It almost made her laugh, considering everything that was going. "My weapon has not been offered to me, nor have I refused to accept it back. I'm not helpless without it either."

"I'll give it back once we're out of these damn sewers, I won't need it anymore then."

"There you go, he'll give it back once we're out of the sewers." Sesthine said. "Fair enough."

She could have tracked this foundation agent that they were so curious about, but they already knew what way he had gone and he couldn't have gotten that far. She hardly thought it a necessary or befitting task for someone of her talents to take on at that moment. "I could track him down. I don't see why I should though."

Sesthine shrugged when the third man speculated how she'd ended up in this situation, and smiled when he told her to do what this Adrian would suggest. Indeed, let's wait for them to decide amongst themselves what to do. I've got all the time in the world.

"I will listen to any advice then."

Just don't expect me to follow it, she thought to herself.

 

[Drummodino]

Adrian listened to the conversation, impatience growing. Clearly this woman wasn't their prey, yet she knew something about it or where to find it. While they were stuck here arguing the target was getting more and more time to escape.

"I'll do what Adrian tells me to do, I suggest you do the same."

""I will listen to any advice then."

It was time to move. Adrian walked up to Sesthine and stared her down, red eyes glowing. She was almost as tall as him which was a rare occurrence, especially for a woman. It meant he couldn't loom over her, yet he was an intimidating presence nonetheless.

"Alright woman, I'm going to make you an offer you cannot refuse. You will lead us to our target, the master of these hounds, and you will do so now. Refuse or try any funny business, any tricks, and you will have to deal with two very angry, very scary swordsmen," he growled, flicking his eyes towards Rain for a brief moment.

"Possibly more depending on how my colleagues here feel." he continued, indicating the rest of the motley group. He then tossed his heavy belt knife towards her. "And now you have a weapon, so no more excuses."

Stepping back Adrian addressed the entire group.

"Here's the plan. We pursue our original goal, we find the one behind all of this. If we happen across the Foundation Agent great, if not too bad. He was not a part of the assignment. Now let's move."

 

[Texas Joker 52]

+ Father Daughtry +​

The horde of flesh hounds seemed like it would never stop, and Shaun became ever more conscious of the cracks forming in his Blessing barrier, but when it seemed like it was going to shatter, the flow of beasts just seemed to stop entirely. He slowly relaxed, letting down the barrier though he clutched his spear a little tighter as he jerked it out from where he had embedded it.

When a figure strode out of the shadows, he tensed, readying himself for a fight, only to realize it was an unarmed woman, but she certainly didn't seem to look human, though it could've been a product of the light, or whatever was in the sewers. As it was, he didn't relax as she spoke to one of the Cabal swordsmen and the bandaged man who had taken what he presumed was her axe. She confirmed as much herself not long after, and introduced herself as Sesthine Desmarais with the Consortium.

He stayed silent as they spoke, partly because he had no clue what to say, and partly because he was itching to just find the demon responsible for this pack of constructs and kill it. But, his partner had had the right idea before: Leave and get more weapons, and more hands to hold them.

When Hugh himself spoke, several of the others shot back rebukes. Shaun was about to step forward when the largest of the two Cabal swordsmen stepped up to Sesthine and stared her down.

"Alright woman it's time to move. You will lead us to our target, the master of these hounds, and you will do so now. Refuse or try any funny business, any tricks, and you will have to deal with two very angry, very scary swordsmen, possibly more depending on how my colleagues here feel."

Then he tossed her a heavy knife and turned the the rest of them.

"Here's the plan. We pursue our original goal, we find the one behind all of this. If we happen across the Foundation Agent great, if not too bad. He was not a part of the assignment. Now let's move."

Shaun grunted and gave him a nod.

"We're already far enough down the metaphorical rabbit hole, we may as well see where it leads us. I for one want to see the demon responsible for this dead sooner rather than later." he said, before turning to Hugh and patting his shoulder.

"I know you're itching to leave and get reinforcements Hugh, but this may be the best shot we have. And you've done well so far. Better than my first time fighting a demon, in fact. Just have faith, and God will see us through." he reassured him.

 

[Not G. Ivingname]

"I can't claim that I've seen anyone like that. He'll probably be back once he realizes there's nothing of note in the direction he went. If he's any good it shouldn't take him that long."

"Are you certain your senses weren't being deceived?" Jackson said flatly, "That agent went that way for a reason, and he hasn't been forth coming with explanations what he's been doing down here."

"You are no tracker. This Demon is killing innocents down here, and you mean to tell me you are alone with no weapon? In facet, you refuse to accept yours back and intend to go running back home. What is your sport?"

Jackson turned his head at Hugh. Jackson was frustrated by the comment, it wasted time, only gives this girl less reason to trust them, more reason to turn on them or run. Figuring out her full story and her motives (assuming anything she says is true) is a minor concern when a potential type three is building an army under a major city. Jackson is not very confident in this girls abilities or professionalism, but that is a concern for another time.

"Here's the plan. We pursue our original goal, we find the one behind all of this. If we happen across the Foundation Agent great, if not too bad. He was not a part of the assignment. Now let's move."

"Agreed," Jackson said, "I will go in front with Sesthine. I can see in infared, and I could also see things that her natural senses may miss."

 

[DarkRawen]

"Alright woman, I'm going to make you an offer you cannot refuse. You will lead us to our target, the master of these hounds, and you will do so now. Refuse or try any funny business, any tricks, and you will have to deal with two very angry, very scary swordsmen,"

When Adrian looked at Rain, Rain nodded, not sure what the other was expecting. Attempting to do like his superior wanted, Rain attempted to look a bit scarier, however that worked.

"Yes, boss," he replied. "She'll have to deal with us then." Rain didn't realize how silly that was before he had already spoken, and then stopped, embarrassed. He didn't speak up again, just kept his somewhat scary look on, feeling as he was making more of a fool of himself now than he ever had. It was difficult to deal with, he wanted to hide.

Not that I was looking very elegant before that comment.

"Here's the plan. We pursue our original goal, we find the one behind all of this. If we happen across the Foundation Agent great, if not too bad. He was not a part of the assignment. Now let's move."

Adrian continued, taking charge. To be honest, Rain was glad he did, because it was time for them to move ahead, without wasting time or bickering. That kind of thing made him feel foolish, not only because of how he didn't know what to say or think, but also because they weren't supposed to do that. Cabal members never bickered, not like this. They knew what needed to be done, and that was also part of why it was good that Adrian was the one taking charge.

I wonder if they would have listened to me.

He assumed not. Then again, Rain didn't want to be in charge. He was rather horrible with that kind of thing, and he was used to planning for himself. Cabal had taught him basic tactics, but most of all to follow commands, which is what he was doing now. Rain was more comfortable with that kind of thing.

"Agreed. I will go in front with Sesthine. I can see in infared, and I could also see things that her natural senses may miss."

Rain didn't say anything, he assumed that the soldier was carrying the necessary tools to be in the front. Instead he walked over to Adrian. He was quiet, simply walked there in order to stay close to the fellow Cabal member, while keeping his eyes on the front and back and paying attention. It wasn't a very thoroughly way of keeping his eyes open, just something to keep himself in control, he wasn't too eager to rely on the eyes on the mysterious woman and the man that relied in way too many tools for Rain to even imagine how most of them worked.

 

[hiei82]

[HEADING=2]Underground[/HEADING]​

As the group made it's way down the tunnel from which Sesthine came, the sounds and smells of cars grew and, eventually, overwhelmed those of the sewer system. At long last the sewers gave way to and entrance to different, newer, tunnels of cement and steel. Looking through the entryway revealed the source of the vehicles; an enormous underground highway. The highway was perhaps 40ft below the doorway and was filled to the brim with cars moving at high speed.

Immediately outside the entrance was a stone bridge which lead to a large hanging platform above the highway. Another bridge was beyond this, leading to a similar entrance into sewer systems. At each end of the bridge was a metal staircase that wrapped it's way down to the sides of busy six-lane highway. On the platform in the center stood dozens of strange devices. These were obscured from the cars below by the columns that held it to the ceiling and several large glass tanks of green liquid.

Though the devices were unfamiliar, all of them combined to make the area look like some mad-scientist's lab. There was no obvious movement on the platform, though much of it was hidden by the many unknown machines.

Spoiler: OOC

@Mest: Did Sesthine follow them? It isn't clear from your above posts.

 

[Not G. Ivingname]

Jackson was fairly surprised where they ended up. A highway, Jackson was guessing it was part of the expansion to the Big Dig Boston made, even though the original Big Dig was a money pit all on it's own. He almost took off the gas mask when he remembered that they all still smelled like literal shit.

Normally the smarter extraplanars tended to keep the centers of their operations out of public eyes. A large sewer makes sense. A busy highway, however, plus all the devices in plain sight, suggested some Extraplanar that could control or organization with enough money to bribe the maintenance workers not to talk about what they saw. The devices suggested to him the Foundation agent, if not the Foundation itself, had their hands in this business.

"There are some kind of machines down there," Jackson said to the group, pointing at the platform, "I believe that is where that agent went."

Jackson pulled out his phone, hoping it had some reception, and sent a word to his superiors.

Spoiler: Message

Just exited sewers in unknown section of underground highway. Ran into all the known agents working this case, Foundation agent ran off during a firefight. Sewers are infested with dog like creatures, however they barely seem to be class 1's. Found unknown machinery under part of the highway.

Jackson took out his sniper rifle, and attempted to get a better look.

 

[Drummodino]

Finally they were out of the sewers. Adrian wasn't usually the squeamish type, but even he was glad to get out of those foul smelling tunnels. That didn't change the fact that they were still covered in gore and filth, his coat was decidedly ruined. Donning his glasses, Adrian surveyed the scene before the group. The location seemed incredibly impractical for a lab, not only was it a precarious position but the noise and fumes from the highway below would be highly distracting.

As Jackson pulled out his phone and started typing away into it, Adrian motioned for Rain to follow him and cautiously approached the platform, sword held at the ready. Anything could be hiding between those strange machines.