((Whoops...again i forgot im in Chris's account ^^;;;; )Kawanua wakes up with a little pain in his side. he rubs his pain and loks over at Jihon.

" Where we going? "

Kawanua stands up and pulls a capsule out of his pocket. he clicks it and throws it to the ground in a cloud of smoke his motor slave appears.

" Hello V5 "

Motor slave roars to life reving its motor. kawanua looks up and smiles as hi watches Motor slave V6 slam into the ground falling apart

" DAm Zared "

Kawanua aims his hands at Motor Slave V6 and blasts to balls of fire and destroys Motor Slave to dust. he hops on V5 and revs to motor.

" so where to? "

Alex looks over at Naraka and smirks. "heh.... You're already getting those Fei Serumen qualities in you....." Alex walks out the door, followed by Zared who carries the large keg of Alcohol in his mandibles.

Walking down one of the stair wells, he looks past, into each and every one of the cells looking at the variety of people in them. It almost tires him to count the number of people just in the one stairwell. Zared comes clanking noisily behind him, with his Metallic bottomed talons, his tails waving behind him.

Zared stops at one of the cells and begins to smell it out of curiousity. Inside is a beaten servant wrapped up in a blanket. Alex turns around and walks back to the cell. "Damn... they really did a number on you didn't they? Well, sorry I can't do nothing for you. Maybe next time you should scrub the dishes like you're supposed to, bitch."

Alex laughs slightly at the slave who looks back at him, almost in a teary rage. He then pats Zared on the head and continues down the stairwell. Zared does the same thing to almost every cell, just being curious of whats inside them. Each cell has a description of their crime. Many of them say "treason", while others say things like "murder" and "sacrifice".

Looking at these things, Zared, becomes a little hesitant, almost as if he knows what's going on. He picks up on the small details that someone would easily miss. Alex walks down, reading each description, and is ammused by it.

Eventually, Alex reaches the bottom of the spiralling stairwell with the cells on the side of it. At the bottom he makes a right down a long hallway, and finds himself in a small room. Nothing bigger than an appartment. He takes the Keg from Zared and throws it down to the side and plops on the bed, crossing one leg over the other and putting his hands behind his head, trying to relax as he waits for his end of the deal to come walking through. Zared lays down next to the bed, curling both of his tails around to the front of him, and relaxes himself, keeping a steady eye on his surroundings.

*Jihon looks out of his door to see Tom and the others standing.*

Jihon: I'll bring er back inb one peice.

*Jihon winks and then puts the gas pedal to the floor. In an instant they are on the road towards the city under seige....*

*Jihon druves rather calm untill he sees the city rising off in the distance. He presses the gas a little harder and the truck speeeds up.*

"This looks like the place.... I dont see anything though..."

*Suddenly a rocket lands behind the car causing the rear to lift up.*

"This looks like a good place to stop.... Hows that sound to you des?"

Des smirks at Jihon’s comment, then turns to look at Kawanua as he pulls up beside her door.

“I have recorded the activation code within my memory,” she nods once at his question.

Her eyes go to his hand on her shoulder.

“I will consider your offer and remember your warnings,” she moves her hand up and takes Kawanua’s hand away from her, pretending as if she is shaking it to acknowledge his words.

“Let’s roll,” she looks over at Jihon and raises her eyebrows twice, smirk reforming on her face.

As they drive, she rolls her eyes upwards, listening to Jharm’s mind speech. Her eyes suddenly widen and she looks across at the driver. She looks back up, not being able to respond. Hoping the flying angel knows this, she stays silent. Casting her eyes out on the landscape passing by, she leans her chin on her hand, occasionally darting over to examine Jihon and the concentrated look on his face.

‘He does not look ill,’ she remarks in her mind, to herself. ‘Though his face is unseen, I would be able to sense it.’

Her hand drops from her chin as they near the city and she sits up, looking impatient to get there.

“It would be best to travel by foot into the depths of the city,’ she agrees and leans against the pressure of the truck coming to a halt.

“It looks almost deserted,” she says after staring for a while out the windshield.