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The sniper's stumbling movements saved his life, as the first beam shot bat his head, skinning it and burning a hole through the edge of his helmet. The other claimed his left lung, driving a sizzling hole through it as the beam narrowly missed his heart. The man was still alive, his breathing hampered considerably as he dropped his pistol and made the pathetic attmpts to move backwards. His left arm was nearly useless from the first aura attack, and so his right fumbled at sliding the rifle off his shoulder. Grasping it in his hand, he raised the weapon and peered at Hama. The weapon itself was light, but the shot from the sniper rifle was quite powerful, especially at this range. The shot had been fired dead at Hama's sternum, but his aim wavered slightly, so chances were if it passed the shield it would hit somewhere in the chest or shoulder region. still, at that range it was liable to make a hefty hole.

Just as the arc was coming in on the man, there was a burst of bright white light, and he was gone. Leaving behind nothing, not even his pistol, or the expended casings. All there was left on the floor was the smoldering holes that Hama had made, as well as the large arc-shaped hole in the floor. Whether or not it had managed to hit the man before he vanished as hard to say, but their had been a piercing scream from the man as he vanished.

Hama: *Hama had, after several days of waiting and healing, gone back into town to pass the time. He hadn't seen Bell outside of her company's facilities, and he didn't want to draw attention by entering and asking her location. For now, he just frequented certain places within the city, specifically in the coffee shop which Bell had met him in*

Well this could be difficult............. *Twi blinked in annoyance at the city before him. It's culture was rather foreign to him*.... Maybe I should've taken Ari up on that invitation to New York. Oh well...... Bell's in there somewhere ~_~...... dammit Griffin...... couldn't you have just wanted to go live out in the country side instead? *Twi made his way into the city, trying to be as casual as possible. He'd gotten free of his captivity, and now he needed to reestablish contact with Bell, having no knowledge of what she'd been doing recently*

"How boring," Hamartia allowed himself to blurt out, looking at the city from its outskirts. Sure he was supposed to keep an eye on it, but there was nothing unexpected. He'd only caugh a glance of Kaiori leaving now and then, but his orders were to stay out of her way. "Father knows best, I guess," he uttered, "and I know you're there."

The white cloaked figure with the beak shaped mask shrugged, having come up beside Hamartia. "Sigmund's with the company now. He'll probably stay until he's satisfied they can hold their own."

"Hold their own?"

"You're right; he's just staying because he wants to be with them. I doubt he has confidence issues about their plan."

"Likewise. So, do you think we'll be able to put our trust in him?"

"I'm having doubts. He might decide to favor them over us. We'll worry about that later; I think I can handle him anyway. What's the news from your dad?"

"He's not my dad," Hamartia violently retorted, "He's our commander."

Hamartia paused for a moment.

"It looks like our other pal is making his move, though."

"Oh? Against the contact."

"Seems that way. He's convinced he can't wait any longer after his last battle with that guard."

The man in white snorted. Finally, things were starting to happen.

Some time later, coming from the Silver Moon Plains a black carriage appeared in the city streets of Twice royal. It seemed to be headed to the tallest tower, where the head of the city would surely be. Assuming there was an information center in the city, this is where they went first to find out where the head was. Continuing down the streets for a while longer, the carriage would finally pull to a stop at the bottom of the tallest tower, where Griffin and Bell ruled over the city. Bell however was elsewhere at the moment, so for now she wouldn't be involved in the goings on which would occure shortly. There seemed to be a slight bit of activity inside of the carriage, finally setting loose a man in ducktails with what looked almost like a brown punk/rocker's hair style from the drivers section. The man would shut the door to the carriage and start up the stairs to the building. Once inside he would wander over to the receptionist desk, assuming there was one. Putting on a handsome smile, the man would address whom ever was there, be they man or woman. "Hello there, I was wondering if it would be possible to set up an appointment with your boss, and mine. What do you say, can you help me out?" Hopefully there would be a open time slot available some time soon, then things could get underway. Outside the carriage sat and the horses made light noises and swung their tails to swat bugs. There was little movement from the passanger section.

Looking over the card, the man would think things over for a moment. It didn't seem too much to ask afterall, just simple security precautions. A nod of acknowledgement would come a few moments later, as the man took the key from the receptionist. "Aye, it is agreed too. Well then, he'll be up in a minute or two." With that done, the man in ducktails would turn himself back to the entrance with keycard in hand. It would take a minute to explain to his master before he himself would make an appearance, but so far so good. Returning to the carriage the man got back inside closing the sleek doors behind him. From there the brief conversation would ensue. There would be a bit of motion from the passenger section and then the other side of the drivers section. A large dark muscular man would appear from up front. He was bald, had a trimmed beard and mustache, wore dark shades and had a similar cut outfit to the other man who had entered the building. Walking around to the passanger's side closest to the buildings entrance, the man would wait as the door slowly opend; he had the keycard in hand, given to him by the first man who was back up in front of the carriage. Once the door was open a tall figure appeared from the carriage depths, this man seemed quite classy in apearance; top hat, golden cane, buttoner, cape, and wonderfully rich pattern inside of his cape and on his arm sleeves. There seemed to be another in the carriage, a woman, but she did not move to leave the carriage. It was likely she would remain until her company returned. The door closing behind him, both the tall classy man and the dark muscular man would begin up the stairs to the building. The receptionist would likely note the two new men and the keycard he had given the first, once both were inside, and heading towards the elevator. It appeared as if the dark muscular man, was the tall classy man's bodyguard, which indeed he was.