mogget_cat | OOM: Who ya gonna call?

Yrael has the information they'll need for their... field trip, that which Tesla helpfully procured for them about the Cabal. Yrael, Axel and Nikola have been planning this for quite a while, and since the Cabal seem to be stepping up their activity in regards to searching for Nikola, they decided that acting sooner was better than later.

Getting into Tesla's world is as simple as him opening the door and letting Axel and Yrael step through.

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Destination firmly in mind, Axel reaches out, to pull the portal open, that leads into the darkness.

Yrael heads through.

"...This way, is it?" He hasn't traveled through the Dark Paths nearly as much as Axel has, but one does start getting a slight feel for it, after a while.

"It feels that way," Axel agrees with a nod. He flips his hood up over his hair, for extra protection; they shouldn't encounter anything between here and there, but you never knew.

"Good," Yrael's teeth are bright in the darkness.

It doesn't take long. The wind whips by them in a dull roar as they step out onto the twilit skyscraper's roof. As a result, the sound of the rooftop access door crashing open, allowing them entrance to the building, is almost lost.

Axel takes the short flight down in a single hop, and heads forward. As he does, he gives the silent call/command to his Assassins, setting them to their task.

With a bright flare of light, Yrael crashes into the first guards they see, bringing them down.

Alarms are sounding along hallways, echoing all through the building.

These are some quite tastefully decorated offices, through this door. Very feng shui. Administrative assistants are backing away from their desks, startled; there are voices raised in angry, questioning tones behind a pair of large, wooden doors.

A couple of walking suits meet their end at the sharp points of Axel's chakrams, and a couple more at the heat of his flames.

The computers die with showers of sparks, fried by twisting, corrosive Free Magic. The doors rebound against the walls with the force opening them.

At least the personal guards of the fancier suits have the presence of mind to start shooting.

Axel considers dodging, but decides on raising a wall of fire hot enough to melt the bullets mid-air - and just keep it up, until the shooters run out of ammo.

Which they do, their all-business-no-questions looks flickering with uncertainty.

That's all they have time for. Silver fire, or at least that is the shape it takes, erupts from their superiors.

Axel laughs, and the blinking minions are dispatched by his minions.

"This is pretty easy," he comments.

"They were taken unawares," he grins at Axel as he fries the room's computers. "They may have gotten word to the other locations, so perhaps they'll put up some fight when we get there."

It's not fun if things are too easy.

"How are things progressing elsewhere in the building?" Yrael notes vaguely to himself that minions might be a good investment.

Axel tilts his head slightly as he gets the 'report.'

"Clean."

"Computer systems down and out?" he says, flinging a piece of melted plastic away from his fingers. "All suits and lab coats accounted for?"

Axel nods, and flashes his friend a grin.

"Ready for the next one?"

"Like I'd ever say no," Yrael grins.

Two figures soon disappear into the dark portal, leaving a darkened, dead building behind.

"Which one next?" Axel asks, as they stroll through the dark.

Yrael briefly thanks Bar for whatever other-worldly material his pack is made of, as he pulls out his helpfully un-fried laptop.

"Paris."

"Paris it is. You know," Axel says conversationally, as he leads the way. "I've never been to Paris, but I read a report once, from some former coworkers who had, and would you believe it? The world turned them into cats."

"As in housecat-sized cats?" Yrael chuckles, following swiftly. "Well, I suppose if there's one that turns everyone from off-world into lions and suchlike, there might as well be one for cats."

He points to a particular part of the screen. "We need to enter here."

"Yeah, housecat-sized cats," Axel affirms, as he peers over Yrael's shoulder.

"Offices here, here, and main labs here," Yrael says as they continue through the dark.

"You want the offices, or the labs?" Axel asks, pausing before he opens the way out.

"Oh, the labs, are you kidding?" Yrael grins, teeth shining white even in the darkness. "All that expensive machinery?"

"Works for me," Axel agrees, and he pulls open the portal out.

When he steps through, he doesn't waste any time, heading straight to the top floors, slashing, stabbing, and burning anyone and anything that stands in his way.