The Coming Darkness 2

"Listen here you incompetent brat, do you know who I am? I am Felix Alexander Tormod, president and C.E.O. of Tormod Family Industries. Your little prank today, is going to cost you." There was a small moment of silence followed by whirring motor sound and a click. Via firewire, Felix had hooked his phone up to his PC, it was tracing the source of the call within seconds. "If you couldn't tell, I'm not an idiot..." As he read off Jacen's IP address he smirked, "So you think you know technology? I have here, pulled up on my computer screen, your address, your home phone number, your cell phone number, and I can even that you are using a T.F.I. registered product. Mr. Eirsith, you're in loads of trouble. I'll see you in my office within the hour. Good bye." Though his threat was empty, he was still fairly angered by the situation. Even if it was just, from what he thought, some young punk who wanted to get a laugh, he had hoped he had at least scared a bit of crap out of him. With a heavy sigh, he want back to his mistress, spreading her legs to straddle his hips. "I apologize for that, my dear. Shall we proceed?" There was still a frown on his face, but surely it would change within in a minute.
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"Sir, there's someone else here." Chapman spoke lowly into the headset, eyeing the blade wielding person calling out The Guardians. "At the ready, but hold your fire, we need those books." Tau replied, lighting up another cigar. McTavish and Chapman trained their rifles on The Guardians, the other two in the opposite corners kept watch on Juro. All four were a bit shaken though. They didn't know who this new person was, why he was here, or what he was capable of. Even the magicians were unnerving to keep an eye on. They were briefed on the information available about them, but none of them had ever been face to face with a spell caster, let alone a Guardian. The rookie of the group began to shake more, and was having a difficult time keeping his aim steadied. "Oh God, I have a wife an kids, I don't need this shit!" Slowly, he shifted out of his corner and made a break for the tunnel, the only known exit. His footsteps were loud. Though he was cloaked, the technology wasn't yet available to make him completely silent. Further more, in his panic, his rifle discharged and a small piece of flooring was taken out next to Volitaire's foot. "For fuck's sake Jacobs! You're giving away our position!" McTavish spoke harshly.

Angelo was in flight, holding Manilla in his other hand. It was obvious to her dismay that they were flying to their newest destination. Izoh had given them their instructions a few hours ago, and since then they had been flying across Japan in a more less noticeable route. He didn't know what he would be facing in this "castle" but he was ready to aid Sky and his Guardians. He looked to Manilla to see how she was faring. He hated to place her in such an uncomfortable situation, but he had no other real choice. His fathers instructions played back in his head so he wouldn't forget.

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Manilla and Angelo looked to the hologram projected from Angelo's ring attentively. Angelo's father stared the both of them down with his sharp gaze. He began to speak. "Angelo, I've been keeping an eye on your progress from Gaze. Though, you seem distressed. This is your first real mission. You've only been tending to the needy and stopping crime over in Italy... But you've grown enough to be able to handle a task of this caliber. Sky and his Guardian has relocated to an old castle, Aurora. It housed the ancient tome, named after the castle it was locked away in. They're are there looking for a tome that holds the information to cast a mas Resurrection of the souls lost from the battle with Darkness. I want you and Manilla to stop them from attempting a spell that powerful. Not only is it incomplete, but there are certain undesirables that died in that battle... You know what to do, Angelo. Pull out that fancy super mode and track him down. Ahahahaha-" His laugh was cut off by the hologram ending. Angelo huffed at his fathers slight teasing and turned his head over to Manilla. He remained quiet for a moment before stating: "You're going to have to bare with me on this, Nilla..."

Angelo was inching closer to the Castle. He could see it rising over the horizon but he had some distance to travel. He looked down to Manilla again with a nervous smile, trying to show he's sorry.

"Motherfucker..."
Jacen sat in his office chair, thinking about what just happened. As he looked at the computer screen it read off the last known location of Felix's cellphone.
He traced my IP apparently, and he's on a phone...I think this guy is more bark than bite...just in case.He knew who the Tormods were...the rich bastards of rich bastards. Family run company and plenty of political pull...a mercenary's dream and nightmare.
Jacen walked to his weapons cache, grabbing his HF blade and suppressed .45 along with his light gear and had his office go through shutdown to prevent anyone from tampering with his stuff in case Felix had sent his goons.
You were right about one thing...I'll be there within the hour. Looks like I've got a date with a Tormod. He slid the sword into the sheathe on his back and headed out.

The ricochet of the bullet near Volitaire's feet quickly caught his attention. He quickly turned his head and heard the loud footsteps of something running away. He slowly turned and frowned. A flood of theories clouded his skull. The only person without access to magic was Argo... But he knew he wouldn't shoot him. Not yet. He immediately remembered how his ragtag group wouldn't be the only ones here. The annoyingly smug face of Felix Turmod entered his train of thought. "One of those bastards are lurking around here..." He stepped forward a couple of steps and rose his hand slightly. He slowly forced his hand down and the rings expanded. The pull of gravity was intensified form where he assumed the bullet came from. He was following the sound of the crack of the rifle, and the indentation of the wood in the ground. From his left onward, the gravity of the room was intensified.

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Faye narrowed her eyes on the new person, when he just slashed at everything she threw out at him. It made her made, knowing that some how this one might be tied to the people that killed her family. A ice cold wash of fear ran down her spine, thinking that who ever they were, finally found her and tracked her. She was more or less afraid for Voli and Enzo. Thinking they were going to kill them next, to get to her. Shaking her head free, she noticed as Voli stood in front of her. Blinking, her crystal gaze scanned up towards his face, and noticed the cold look he had. Seeing that look, made a shiver go down her spine. Yet it wasn't cause she was afraid, it was mostly due to his look made her feel......protected.

Inside her head, she blushed, but outside she flinched when she heard a gun go off. As well watch as something shot at Voli's feet. All of her fears came rushing forward, and soon enough Faye was holding her right palm out as she yelled out with wide eyes.

"I call forth thee, who resides within me. Come to protect and fight beside of me. I'll give ye strength and power. The one who watches out for me. The Basilisk Guardian, Sinbad!"

A blaze of power came out of her hand, when she said her prayer. Soon enough, the huge guardian spirit appeared right behind her. This time, he was as big as a house, as his blue eyes were narrowed, staring into the darkness where the shot came from. Knowing what to do, the spirit was suddenly moving forward quickly. Faye on the other hand, wobbled a bit, and moved to cling to Voli's back. Damn, she always did hate summoning Sin out when her emotions were unstable. She bit her lip, almost breaking skin. She had to stay strong though. As long as she fueled her will and magic through the connection she had with Sin, he would be as powerful as possible.

Candy wrapped her arms and legs around Felix again, running her hands through his hair a bit. "What was that about?" He seemed a bit stressed, at least, a bit more than normal. She leaned her head on his shoulder, lightly kissing his neck in attempts to get him to smile again. That was her job, afterall. Make the other person happy, or at least content. Relaxed. Put them in a general good mood. And sometimes, talking about whatever stressed them out helped a bit. "More work problems?"

Before Jacobs could even get into the tunnel, he felt an intense pressure. It was almost as if everything became heavier. It strained his already fear buckled knees and he yipped in surprise. Before long a serpent like entity was floating towards him at tremendous speeds. "Oh God, oh God, oh God!" He said out loud, still not realizing that his cloaking device didn't mask sound. But he put his hands together and prayed that whatever was coming his direction wouldn't see him. He had to move, it was hard but he tried his best to keep on going. A shaky hand gripped the outer edge of the tunnel. "Almost!" He realized he wasn't going to get anywhere while this gravity was intensifying if he didn't drop some weight. First thing he threw was his rifle, which became visible after it left his grip. Again, it discharged but only shot out a random book on the shelf. The second thing to go was his bullet-proof chest plate, like the rifle, it too became visible. "Jacobs stand down!" McTavish again spoke roughly, only to be intercepted by Tau's South African voice, "Stay frosty boys. Unintentional casualties. If this fucker's gon' go against the orders, let 'im die." The other troops inside the room were having a hard enough time as it is as the gravity becoming harder to bare. They didn't need the distraction of a cowardly man trying to escape. Their sights trained again on the magicians before them. "I don' give two fucks what's gon' on down there. But don' anybody shoot until I say so." Captain Plamen took another heavy drag on his cigar.

"Found you~!" Volitaire had forced the pressure of the gravity more making it almost unbearable to stand lest you're body crashes onto itself. The floorboards under Jacobs cracked, and snapped in two under his heavy chestplate. The durability of the remaining when was left to be seen, Volitaire hadn't known that they were present along side the stray. But Faye's shadowy guardian had slithered forth beside Volitaire. He almost wanted to tell her to wait until he was sure of what was going on. But he kept quiet, seeing it was too late.

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Juro paid no attention to the shot or the large snake-like creature. His emotions were flaring, and his attention was set on Volitaire, the man in the picture. With both swords in hand, he swung them back for a double slash. "Don't ignore me!" He shouted in rage.

Just as he was going to swing his swords horizontally, another sword came in and clashed with them, which stopped his attack and momentum completely. Juro's eyes looked to the side to see Enzo standing in front of Volitaire. Enzo forced Juro back several dozens of feet away.

Juro slid to a stop some distance away. "I don't know who you are, but you're making a huge mistake!"
"Be careful, Juro. That's Enzo Ferrari, the Soulless." Eve mentioned. "Soulless or not, he's going down." It was then that the two charged at each other, swords drawn.

"Almost!" Jacobs said again, elated having just brought his chest up over the crumbling tunnel edge. But before he could yank himself up and over the gravity shifted again. The pressure became unbearable and with much force and laceration, his uniform tore open as his upper body slid down the rocks. Some of his skin was sliced open by the friction of the jagged stone. He fell to the floor, panting, his body fighting to keep his ribs from shattering under the intensified weight. "Please, please stop! I *cough* have a wife...and a kid. Just stop, please!" Every word he spoke only hurt him that much more. His ribs were dangerously close to splintering and puncturing his lungs. With what little maneuvering he had, he pressed the deactivation button of his cloaking device and lifted his arms as high as they would go. "Let me get out of here, please! I beg of you." There were obvious tears streaming down his bruised and reddened face. "Damn it Jacobs..." One of soldiers thought to himself, hearing the man's snivels echo in the room and through his headset.

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Faye didn't back away in the least. She clung to Voli's body, holding onto him to help keep her balance as she went with him. Plus, she had to be nearby, when Sin was always out. She had to give the orders of what he could do and not do. Otherwise, it left room for trouble. When the cries of the man echoed out, Sin was quickly tracking him easily. The gravity had no power against him much. Since as a spirit, he was able to shift through the idea of gravity. At the same time, the spirit was also using his levitation, so he wasn't effected much. Just as they got closer, Faye soon heard the man yell out about how he had a wife and kid.

That caused a sharp pain to go through Faye. Her hands clutched at Voli's back more, the limbs almost trembling, as she hid most of her face in her hood. Staring down, while Sin was slowly going up towards the man. Still huge as can be, the snake was slowly opening his jaws. The shadowy form, shifted to create solid like fangs. Yet it wasn't just two, Sin's mouth filled with hundreds of razor sharp teeth, like a sharks.

Just as he was about to strike, to bite down at the man, to end his misery. That's when Faye's voice echoed out softly. "Stop...Sin...." Her guardian faltered, closing its jaws. But it still hovered above the slowly dying man. Faye's hands clutched at Voli's back more. "Volitaire.....please...." She whispered out softly. Both sides of herself warred with each other. Her need of revenge, battled her own being.

Volitaire slowly made his way to the broken man, his armor was shattered, and his speech was hoarse. Volitaire felt no remorse for this man. He wasn't as soft and forgiving as he used to, the last five years really beat at his tolerance and sense of forgiveness. Seeing who was before him, he was a soldier with a modified suit. It seems his theory was correct. His contenders have already arrived. And if there's one, there has to be more. He was so focused on his opponent that he hadn't noticed Faye behind him, thought he noticed Sin had coiled over him with hundreds of discomforting teeth. It was then he remembered Faye was with him, and with his attention drawn towards something else he felt her tightening grip. Volitaire didn't fare well when in a worse off mood. The memories of his brother brought out the bad in him, just like he did in this very room before. He heard Faye plead for him to stop, and her the cries of Soldier. His "nice" nature returned to him, especially when he heard that this man had a family to return to. Of anything for him to take away from someone he couldn't do that. He eased the pull of gravity around him and lowered his hand. The rings of text faded away and his black aura calmed. He sighed and lifted the man with a upward pull. Under his hair, his eyes hid again. He was ashamed that he again lost his temper and manged to frighten Faye a little. He moved from Faye's grasp and turned the other direction. "Leave." He said before walking back over to Enzo.

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When Voli pulled away from her grasp, Faye stumbled a bit, but with Sin quickly shrinking down to the size of a dog. He coiled his body around her, easily holding her up in the air with his abilities. She kept her head down still, but at hearing and seeing Voli release the man, she slowly lifted her head up to look at him. He wasn't looking at her, but walking back towards Enzo, and towards the unknown man. Looking back over at the bruised and injured man, she winced a bit. She soon whispered out, as she started to float towards Voli's path. "Sorry....."

Her blue gaze, stared at Voli's back. To be honest, she wasn't afraid of him. When he came close to killing the man. It wasn't fear that she felt at all. It was more of a sorrow. A sorrow she felt, as what the crying man stated, made her recall her own family she lost. She didn't know if it was just her plea, that allowed the dark haired male walking in front of her, to turn away. Her lips thinned a bit, as she floated forward more quickly, and made a stand by his side.

Faye's fingers reached out, and touched Voli's hand for a bit, then moved it away. This Voli.....was very much different from the one in the past. It was clear, with the way he held himself. A huge weight was on his shoulders from something that happened in the past. Something she never learned or saw in the least. At the same time, Faye felt a pull towards Voli. Like they had something in common. She didn't know what. But if it means standing by his side, to make him smile. Then she'll smile for him, no matter what. With that thought in mind, a grim like smile soon came to her face. "Lets try to find out, who else is here."

It was surprising that Juro was able to keep up with Enzo, and it made it worse that the kid had one more sword than him, but Enzo was really testing him. They made several passes at each other. Each strike Juro pulled ended up in a deflect and a barely avoided counter. Though one strike by Enzo sliced Juro's side. He jumped back and quickly dropped one sword to hold his wound. His leg strength failed him and he dropped to one knee. "Tch..."

Enzo stood neutrally. He wouldn't attack a boy defenseless. "Why are you attacking us?" He asked in a non-threatening way. "You're working for that bastard, Kyoya, aren't you?" "Kyoya?" The name would have rung a bell if it weren't for Argo running out from one of the library aisles.

"I found it! We can leave!" He shouted as he held a large, dusty, dictionary-like book in his hand. His pace slowed to a halt when he saw the boy on his knees and the crying man nearby. "The fuck?"

Volitaire slowly turned to face Faye. He was glad she would still talk to him after that show of unbridled brutality. He sighed and looked to Enzo who was at a clash with the younger swordsman. No more than a minute later they were joined by Argo, who held a large book in his hand. It was slightly damaged, dusty, and showed years of wear. He heard him chanting about his accomplishment and turned back to Faye with a forced grin. "I believe we're done... But those soldiers aren't. If there's one, there has to be more. Stay close to me, Faye. I don't want you getting hit by another stray bullet." He took Faye by her side and pulled her in towards him to have a secure grip on her. She almost reminded him of the first female friend he made which left a bitter-sweet feeling at the most. But he was glad to meet someone who appears to care again.

"Oh, eh. . ." Dass looked at Eli, he wasn't very good at conversations and he didn't know what to say. Should I tell him to stay or let him leave? I suppose his wound it's ok but. . ." "Come on he's waiting, say something!" "Don't worry. . .hmm. . . do you feel better now? I. . . I can escort you if you need it"

Eli looked back at Dass, giving him an almost confused look. "I.. Thank you, I think I'll be fine.." He quickly went back to put on his shirt and coat, then went back to the door. He paused, feeling a bit dizzy from losing so much blood recently, and sighed. "...Perhaps, it would be a good idea for you to come with me.." As much as he would rather Dass stay here, it wasn't smart for Eli to just leave in the condition he was in.

"Okey." Dass stood up and stretched himself. He walked to the table where his bag was, took it as well as his keys and exited the house. He waited for Eli to come out before closing the door. "Umm. . . well, lead the way." He said smiling. They walked for a couple of minutes until a man came out of a dark alley aiming at them with a gun. "Give me all you've got!" The man was wearing old and dirty clothes and looked as if he was in need of his dose. "Come on! Tis serious!" Dass froze, his mind scanning his surroundings and the posibilities they had. Eli was wounded, he wasn't good at fighting and the man had a gun. They were all bad news. He had some of his tools with him but little he could do against a gun.

Eli looked to the man who suddenly appeared before them, asking for their money. He couldn't very well fight him off, and he doubted his new friend would be able to fight him off either. Looks like it was no use. Eli took a deep breath, slowly exhaling, focusing on the man before him. He was in need of a fix. "Listen, I know you think you need something to help you get along in life, but you don't. This won't help you. This is only going to make things worse." As he spoke, he let the man feel a bit more calm, a bit more relaxed around the two. He tried his best to steer his feelings away from whatever it was that he really wanted, and more towards thinking clearly and reasonably. "Do you really want to do this?" He stared at the man, making direct eye contact with him and giving him an understanding look. The calming effect he was putting over the man probably had an effect on Dass, too, considering how extreme it was. Eli held his wound, but continued focusing on the man. He admitted to himself that he was a bit rusty with his powers, having not had the chance to use them too much lately. But, what he was doing should work.

As Eli spoke to the man, Dass could feel his fear slowly fading, his mind was clearer than usual and something inside him told him that he was being affected by some kind of force or power. The man in front of them pulled his gun down a bit, his hands ceased on their shaking. "Oh, God, what was I about to do?" Dass frowned at the sudden change in the behaviour of the man, he looked at Eli, his eyes seemed to be glowing. "What the? You're seeing things, Dass." But Eli's eyes keep glowing softly. "Could it be magic?" He knew that he should feel afraid but his mind was as clear as before. I-I'm sorry. Said the man before running away ashamed. Dass turned to Eli. "You. . .did something, did you?" His voice sounded a bit worried. "I could feel it. Wa-was that magic?" He asked, hesitantly. He didn't care about that thing of Technology against Magic, but he knew that magic users could do a lot of things that seemed impossible at first sight and he had to admit that he was a bit afraid of them.

Eli let out a sigh of relief as the man ran away, his eyes going back to normal. He felt himself relax a bit more, and turned back to Dass, who sounded a bit concerned. Did something? Oh shoot, did he notice too? "Ah... Maybe a bit.." Eli offered a sheepish smile, and shrugged lightly. "I-It's not a big deal, really..." Oh great, what if Dass was afraid of him now, too?

After a moment of silence the only thing that Dass was able to let out was "Wow. . ." He didn't know how to feel, let alone what to say. His mind was blank for the first time in his life. This lasted only a few seconds as his natural curiosity came out. It was greater than any fear he could have. "How it works? What have you done to that man? I felt it too, that means that you can use your powers on more than one person at the same time? Does it cost you any physical effort?" He spoke quickly, driven by his curiosity and was about to ask him more things when he realized that he may be troubling Eli. "Oh! Sorry, sometimes I just can't keep my mouth closed." He said while scratching the back of his head.

Eli blinked a few times at all of Dass's questions, surprised by his sudden curiosity. "Ah, n-no worries.. I've, uh, never had someone be so curious of it before, is all.." Where was he supposed to start? He didn't know how it worked, he didn't know what exactly he did to people when it happened, he actually didn't know a lot about what his powers were, or even did to people. "Um.. I, just sort of changed the way he felt about the situation he was in, both currently and in his life, and calmed him down.. Why it effected you, too, I dunno. Perhaps you're more empathetic than you realize. And, it more has an effect on my mental health, rather than my physical well-being.." He shrugged. "I.. Don't actually know that much about my.. Um.. Abilities.."

"You have influence over other people's feelings, that's. . . wow. . . that's amazing." Dass got serious for a moment. "I suppose this is a secret. If people know what you can do. . . well I don't think they will accept you easily." He smiled again. "Oh God, you can actually change people's feelings." His curiosity was still there but he was calmer now, he kept on walking. "You said it affects your mental health, can it be bad for you if you use it for a long time? And how is that you don't know much about your abilities? If I were you I would like to know how it works. You know, knowledge is power."

Jacobs sniveled and snorted again, bowing his head continuously to his merciful enemy. "Th-thank you!" Slowly and respectively he shuffled back up the tunnel, his body was sore, his bones stressed. By the time he reached the end, he saw Tau standing there, uncloaked and with a stern, uncaring look on his face. "I found it! We can leave!" Played loudly over the headset, Argo made his findings quite clear. "You disobeyed a direct order, Jacobs. But don' worry you're still of use to us." Captain Plamen took a final puff from his cigar and placed the still burning end on Jacobs' forehead, causing the man to squeal in pain. "Get down there." From his side, Tau pulled out a silenced pistol and placed it between Jacobs' eyes, pulling the trigger, he smirked. "Men, they have the book, take 'em out." He pushed the corpse back down the chute and as soon as the body hit the ground, the gun fire started. From the three remaining corners, three-burst assault rifle rounds were flying towards the group. The bullets only becoming visible once they left the muzzles of the guns.

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Faye couldn't help but roll her eyes at the man they came with, stating he found a book and then wondered what the heck happened. Really, how is it that anyone can miss the sound of fighting while looking for something in this place. It was large enough that sounds echoed out. At the sound of Voli's voice, she turned her crystal orbs up to meet his red ones. Listening to what he said, she gave a smile and nodded her head. Though when he reached out to pull her in close, her form easily sliding across the floor, due to her feet only hovering a few inches off. She had to blink a bit. She had a strange....warm feeling go through her, when he pulled her close. What was that?

She shook her head, not thinking on it much. Just as Faye was opening her mouth to remark about the soldiers, that's when she notice bullet fire passing around them. She let out a surprised cry, as one grazed her arm. She winced, as her jacket was sliced open, showing her left arm slowly have a trickle of blood slide down from the graze. Automatically, Sin reacted at feeling his protectee harmed.

A wall of shadow soon shot up around Voli and Faye. It solidified quickly, and the bullets were soon thudding into the wall of hard shadow that Sin was creating. Gripping her injured arm, Faye had a slightly grim look on her face. "I think its time to scram guys!" She called out to the others, as she looked down at Sin whose eyes were closed in concentration. "Sin, try to make this whole room go dark." Not much of a good plan, but it's better then trying to tax her spirit from making the barrier stretch out to the others.

When Sinbad darkened the room, and the guns started firing, an orange flame flared up in the dark, and two bright orange eyes opened. just below it. Two more flames appeared in the dark just below the first one, and soon, the flames were zipping around the room at incredible speeds and drawing the fire from everyone, since it was the only thing visible.

A pillar of fire shot out from one of the flames and pierced through the ceiling. It created a large hole that led to the surface. "Oh! Agh, fuck! Shit!" Argo yelled as he could hear bullets flying past his head and body. The flames zipped over to him, covered him in flames and took off inside of the hole and out to the surface.

Once there, Argo landed harshly onto the dirt path they once crossed. He lifted his face to see Enzo on fire.

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"Get to safety." Enzo's voice was more calm and deeper than usual, but Argo had no time to complain or point out the fact that he literally just threw him. "Y-yes!" Argo got up and started to dart for his car. Meanwhile, Enzo dived back into the hole.

She felt a slight squeezing of her palm, and looked up towards Angelo, who had what Manilla could barely identify as a worried and apologetic look on his face. She tilted her head, "Why do you look so sorry, Mind?" Manilla asked, her tone robotic but with a hint of discomfort that rarely showed, "I am fine. It will be fine," she assured him.

Though Manilla's face was as emotionless as it always was, her body was tense on the plane. She couldn't even remember why it was that she disliked being in the air, so why was she this annoyed in flight? Manilla sighed, giving Angelo's hand a light and barely noticeable squeeze.

Then, the flight dipped downwards, "We are nearing the airport," the voice of the pilot echoed throughout the cabin, "Keep your seatbacks upright, and prepare for landing."

"Sir, hostiles are vacating the area. The greasy Italian is out of the building."
"Target in sights." The sniper in the hovering aircraft had his scope trained on Argo who was now running frantically to his car. In his hand he could see the book. "Taking my shot." He held his breath, steadying his aim. He pulled the trigger, but as the bullet spun, Argo took an unexpected turn. It missed his head, but not by much, instead it pierced through his right shoulder. Though it missed all vital organs, the wound would be painful. His collar bone was more than likely shattered. He would need medical attention regardless, or bleed out. "Reloading, Captain Plamen, you might-" The sniper was cut off by a growl through the headset, "I give the orders here, boy." Tau was already at the gate and approaching the wounded Argo fast. A handful of foot soldiers were following close behind the others remained close to the tunnel.
Meanwhile, in the library, the remaining recon agents were still concentrating their fire on a black mass forming in the center of the room. But with each shot, they could hear the bullets ricocheting off, as if the shadow was a solid force. "New plan, sneak attack, lower weapons, approach with caution." Spoke Chapman, lowering his rifle and slowly making his way to where he though the remaining magicians were. The fiery haired one was returning to the room and was descending the hole in the ceiling as they were trying to circle the others. "Slowly boys, keep 'er quiet."

The whizzes of bullets flying passed, and the pings of them ricocheting off impact with the shadowy wall forged by Sin's conjuring was all Volitaire could here before the whooshes and flares of fire being swung about in the air. He saw the three sources of fire quickly moving around the room and could only assume it was Enzo in his special transformation. He heard a crash go through the roof and Argo's cries fade into the air above them. There was one circle of light shining down from the ceiling and Enzo fell down from it with his flames trailing behind him and spilling away into a shock wave on landing. Volitaire turned his head to notice Enzo was battle ready which made him wonder who they were up against. Suddenly the room got quiet. The shooting stopped after Argo was airlifted from the Castle. "They stopped just as Enzo reappeared... If they weren't after Enzo then who- Argo! He had the book. Now it's coming together. They saw the book he had and opened fire." After estimating what the ambush was after he kept up a shield of his own around him and Faye, and Enzo. A ring of text encircled it's self around them with a Zero-G field around them in case the firing began again. The room fell quiet, Volitaire's senses were at it's peak. He was listening for one false move that could help him pinpoint where the enemy was.

The pilot's voice being overheard over the in-flight intercom reassure them for landing. Angelo felt the dip down from the air which left an almost uncomfortable pressure on his stomach, but he could bare it. The skids of the tires could be heard from their windows as they made contact with the asphalt runway. The plane soon came to a slow stop and the two were on sweet land once again. Angelo unbuckled himself and right after he unbuckled Manilla and stood up to leave the plane once passengers had passed by. He followed after them and carefully walked down the steps, occasionally looking behind him to see if Manilla was close by. When they finally reached the inside of the airport Angelo had a shock go through the inside of his skull. He felt a power flame energy awaken not too far away. It matched Enzo's which made him wonder what was happening for him to use his most powerful form. He then grabbed Manilla by her hand and exited the Airport and saw what looked to be the old Castle his father spoke of, which is also where the direction of the flame energy was emanating. He was sure Enzo could handle it on his own, but started his trek from the parking lot back over to the sidewalks and roadways that paths out towards the newly built bridge to the ruins of Whiterun. He had Manilla and hand, running over to the bride making sure he was out of sight from the late night public. Once halfway over the bride, the flame felt even stronger now that he was gaining on the Castle. He almost wanted to ignite his Soulless mode to quickly dart over there to help but he didn't want to leave Manilla behind. Putting aside all of his need for a rush he kept running and tugging Manilla along behind him.