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Though Tanto seemed unnaturally used to things like that, Isaac took it nowhere near as well. He leaned against the wall, on the verge of hyperventilating, too shocked and freaked out to even register that Ridley was murdering the subjects around them.

Tanto, meanwhile, nodded in silent approval at Ridley's tactics. His team of Outlanders was turning out to be less useless than he had thought.

"Y'know what, this is getting into a whole realm of time-wasting," Cassandra pointed out. "We really really need to get out of here." She controlled her shiver only barely; this was... bad, and getting worse most probably.

That creep might come back.

The base was eerily quiet. That it was so well-lit only made it worse, for some reason. As they rounded the seemingly miles-long bend, they came across another unlocked door. They could all, in whatever sense, detect mana currents behind it, but they were vague indications, more felt than seen or smelled.

Yarah wanted to leave the place and be done with the whole mission. Unfortunately, they were stuck in this hall and far away from any ship to return them home. "If we can't go back, then we must push forward," he muttered.

In an unusual display of assertion, Yarah reached for the door and opened it. He was ready to face whatever was on the other side. The sooner we get through this place, the sooner we can leave.

Isaac quickly memorized the locations that were marked, but he was getting anxious to go home. "Let's get going," he murmured. He began to look further up the hall.

Ty sniffed around the room, doing his now-normal job of checking for traps. The blips on the screen meant little to nothing to him. He was not exactly a geography specialist, or a military tactician. Seeing Isaac's trepidation, though, he sauntered up to the Clocky and patted him amiably on the shoulder. "You worry too much. We still have all our limbs, man, and you're this scared?" He giggled. "Don't get yourself down - gods know you've got enough people trying to do it for you."

"So you're the ones who've been making a mess of the infusion subjects," a voice from the doorway surmised, as the source of the voice - a dark-haired male in a black button-down shirt, black slacks, and a red tie - entered, bumping Edward Ridley out of the way as though he wasn't even there. "Not very convenient, you know that? I mean, sure, half of them are useless, but still! Quite rude of you."

Cassandra blinked at what appeared to be a man-shaped hole in existence, before looking without her third eye and seeing him.

Ty smelled absolutely nothing from this man - he had no scent, mundane or arcane.

Beneath his narrow brown eyes, he had the number 2 tattooed on his right cheek and 7 tattooed on his left.

"Twenty-seven will do," the man replied with a cheerful smile. "Which isn't to say I don't have a name - I do - but you don't need to know it. Now, may I ask, what precisely you're doing in this room?"