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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Axel does likewise, and shifts back, closer to the wall, glad of his coat; something about the environment makes him want to sneak. He shoots Yrael a curious glance; can he see or hear anything else?

Yrael's nostrils flare, his green eyes glowing in the darkness.

"Human," he mouths the word where Axel can see.

Though there is some small trace of something other than human.

"Has a gun," he mouths silently, with accompanying hand-motion illustration.

Axel nods, and extends his other senses a little, those things that he has no name for, that Lea never had, that let him get a feel for someone's heart--

"Strong," he mouths, angling his head so that his mouth will be visible, and tapping his chest over his heart. "Light."

Yrael's eyebrow quirks.

"Not Cabal, then."

Axel shakes his head.

No, they had all felt like Heartless-bait to him.

Yrael pauses, thinking.

"Whoever you are, we know someone is there," he says aloud. "We're unarmed."

For now it's true, after all.

A handgun barrel inches its way into view, the edge of a brunette woman in black just visible beyond it.

"Let me see your hands," she says, firmly, but without threat. She clearly won't hesitate to use the gun if necessary, but would rather not.

Yrael's hands, lifted slightly, are clearly empty.

Axel's hands are just as empty, and as he raises them, he flips back his hood as well.

"You look a bit lost," Yrael says, smiling as the woman eases around the corner to get a better look at them.

"I wasn't expecting to run into two free Abnormals down here," she admits, though only slightly lowering her gun. "I'd received intell that one of the larger Abnormal black market syndicates had a facility down here, but all I've seen so far is more literal sewage." She clearly doesn't think highly of those who would poach Abnormals for money.

Yrael pauses, glancing at Axel. For now, it's likely that they shouldn't mention the Cabal or Nikola. "Same here. We'd heard something similar, but there doesn't seem to be anything here."

Axel returns Yrael's look; he's willing to follow his friend's lead.

"Can I put my hands down?" he asks, looking back to the woman.

The woman eyes Axel up and down, and then Yrael. Her eyes are intelligent, business-like, unafraid. "I suppose so," she says with a slight nod, lowering her gun but definitely keeping it at the ready. Her voice is light, with a thread of English accent running through it.

"Who are you, then? You must either be very good at keeping a low profile, or must be new in town, else I would have known to expect you. You're out for revenge on the poachers, I expect."

"We're not so good at the low profile, but very new in town, yes," Yrael says, smirking slightly.

"Hey, speak for yourself," Axel says, lowering his hands. "I can keep a low profile."

"Until you don't want to anymore, of course," Yrael smirks at Axel, before turning to the woman. "We were following intel we received - similar to yours, actually. Those that were supposed to be here have caused trouble for a friend, so we intend to cause them trouble in return."

"Understandable, but it can make things difficult if you're planning on staying in town," the woman says with a slightly tense smile. She understands wanting to cause trouble, but doesn't truly approve of it. "There's no need for causing unnecessary tensions between humans and Abnormals. If you need a place -"

She hands over a business card, which Yrael holds so Axel can also see.

'Sanctuary
for all

Dr. Helen Magnus'

Followed by an address.

Edited Date: 2010-07-19 12:38 am (UTC)

Blink.

"You really mean it?" he asks, eyes narrowed in suspicion, pointing to the card.

Yrael's expression is much different. His eyebrows rise in mild surprise - he recognizes that name.

"Yes," Helen says earnestly to Axel, complete sincerity on her face. "There are a lot of different kinds of people in this world; none should have to suffer because of the ignorance and fear of others. It's been my life's work."

Axel's lips twitch, and it's not a smile.

"If you say so." He turns back to Yrael-- "We done here?"

"That depends," Yrael murmurs.

"There's still a long way to go, I know," Helen admits, seeing Axel's look, "but that's why the work is important."

"Humans tend to be stupid," Yrael supplies with a dry look. "We know this."

"... We're working to make that the exception, not the rule." Helen's wry smile shows that she knows very well how stupid people can be when they're afraid. "The intel we both received may have been wrong, but I'm still getting signs of something odd up ahead."

"Yeah? How 'odd'?" Axel asks.

...burning something would be good for his peace-of-mind right now.

"Heat-signatures, about the size of a small room," Helen says, checking a small hand-held device at her side. "Or a very large..." Her mouth twists. "...piece of merchandise."

Yrael's look is curious. "We were expecting a facility."

"Maybe it's just a drop-off point." Helen suggests, terse.

"Maybe. That way?" Axel asks, nodding down the tunnel.

"Yes," Helen says. "Second right, and then an immediate left. Then the next left after that should show us what there is to see."

"Want to check it out?" Yrael raises an eyebrow at Axel.

Axel gives a toothy grin.

"You know I do," he replies, and pulls the hood of his coat up over his head.

"Just making sure I wouldn't have to talk you into it," Yrael smirks, bright in the gloom that shadows Axel.

"Right pair you are," Helen murmurs, making sure her gun is loaded and ready, and peering along the line of her flashlight as they head down the tunnels.

Axel laughs softly at that, and falls into familiar step beside Yrael.

Helen is getting the feeling that she's the one with the fewest weapons here, despite the guns she has in addition to the one she has to hand. The tunnels drip darkly; The gritty-damp sounds of Helen's boots echo faintly, almost loud beside the silent movements of those accompanying her.

"I'm assuming," she says as they turn corners, "that you had a good reason for not introducing yourselves."