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"Hell if I know, you said it was big, and someone hand me that damn pack!" He cursed at both of them, not caring who did the job, so long as it got done.

Wrenching the wheel around several times the Tercel finally righted itself and backed slowly up against a massive railway crate.

"Hold on already." Gamma spun his head to the side and peered out the back, making sure he didn't plow into the big metal cargo box. He popped the door open and got himself free of the tiny cramped space.

Shrugging his shoulders he released the pack from his back and tossed it onto the hood of the car, as well as Miles' shield. Some fifty yards from the car was the massive warehouse with all the robots robot-ing it up.

"Guess we wait."

Miles took his shield and shrugged it onto his back. Then he reached around and pulled out a container which had been strapped to his belt in back.

Opening the finely crafted wooden case he lifted out an orb. Seemingly a plasma globe; but to Miles it was so much more. Holding it in his hands he just held it for a minuet before returning it to its case.

He would say nothing of it to the others and would return the container to its spot on his belt.

Midnight. Again it happened. The Moon broke through. Unusually bright, casting a pale silver light over the parking lot and the factory (Note, yes, with this level of light Sphere of Darkness will stand out).

The Factory was dark however. Few windows, no lights. It was almost impossible to see in more than 10 feet or so from the doorways.

And there, in that little mark of light, was a Triangular mark among some rubble. As Midnight came, the mark glowed with a silver light, mimicing the moon above.

And there, well, there was what the Greeks were waiting for. Something Miles, and Gamma at least, would recognize. A dark figure. Pale, silver eyes. And a crescent shaped, silver, glowing smile.

Their marble senses would be going crazy should they have focused on him.

So the little s**t wasn't lying. Gamma didn't feel a damn bit of remorse though.

Gamma reached into the backseat from beside the car and grabbed his happy saw. The mask was sitting idle; like it was about to cry. He didn't sling the saw up onto his shoulder this time, no; it was almost dragging teeth on the ground from Gamma's right hand.

"Hey. You." Gamma didn't indicate who or what he was talking to, but he projected his voice to carry throughout the yard.

"So we're all set for this. Marbles equipped and back ups in case some strange s**t like earlier happens again, right?"

Miles had consulted his oracle, all he got from it was a slight tingling in his fingers; but he felt that it would mean something profoundly important if he could only figure it out.

But then Gamma was speaking and the points were rendered moot. Left with little for him to do Miles pulled forth an axe and gripped it beneath the bearded portion of the blade.

Anji blinked as suddenly one of the people called out, his mind racing as he sat there behind a pile of fresh rubble. There was no need to talk to his teammates like that, so the man was either talking to someone else... or him. And there was no one else there. He wondered briefly what he should do before he smiled under his mask, his mind having finally reverted to its normal state. "Yes, crazy chainsaw man?" he asked in an upbeat manner, moving out from behind the rubble a bit so as he regard them them better. Or at least, it looked like he came out from behind the rubble to face them off, as Anji's real body remained crouched behind the rocks...