‘What in hell is Gear doing?’ Alarick thought viciously as he listened to the sheer destruction of the building furthest away from him. Apparently the mission was scrambled now, and if there was any hope in espionage it was entirely gone. What the man hoped was that Gear managed to corner Errol- which wasn’t mentioned to be a synergist- and had paintings in hand. Of course that wasn’t much of a learning experience for Agent Quilliam. ‘Well hello new recruit watch as someone plays hero and fails to use teamwork- this is not what you are supposed to do- ever.’
The man would have slammed his palm into his face if he wasn’t a) wearing glasses and b) needing to enact on their current plan. “I will do- be safe you two.” Alarick remarked before running to Gear’s position. Yes he could still run- he didn’t much care for it as he was afraid that it would wear away what little cartilage there was in his leg.
Gear’s voice broke through his run and he placed his finger to his ear- not that he really needed too but he was attempting to somewhat buffer the outside noise. “Well noted- I don’t see anyone like that currently, but just hold on.” Alarick stated as he bolted towards the quickly collapsing building. ‘A Sabulum- really? What am I going to do against that? Oh well time to use this a bit early.’
The destruction came swiftly into his sight, and Alarick used the only trick that would somewhat give him an advantage in this situation. It took a pause right at the edge of the building, but he inevitably managed it. It was almost as if playing one of those retro arcade games where you were the hook hand and attempted to grab some sort of stuffed animal at the bottom. It may slip through your grasp a couple of times, but once you managed to get it squarely ensnared then there was no more fuss.
Rain began to trickle down from the overcast sky- a bit here and there- but it was almost as if someone had just poked holes in the tarp. A moment later it was as if the entire thing just came undone and from it was released a massive deluge. “Try to manipulate that,” Alarick grumbled- abusing his degree somewhat to not get a speck of rain on his coat. “Now to find Gear.”
“Where is your location? I think it is time to pull out- this area his highly unstable.” Alarick advised- not that that mattered. He wanted to berate the other man: where is Errol? Where are the paintings? Seriously- can you not mess up a mission? But he kept his mouth shut- there would be a time for that much later.