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These catacombs run through many parts of the world. It's been speculated that they are left over from the Eurasia incident

It was dark, damp, when suddenly flames erupted. The flames put an illuminated glow on the group of men all in a circling line around the middle platform, where a man was sitting.They all had white robes that covered everything but their heads. It was he, in the White cloak. In the Center, the Grand-Master.

"Good Evening." He said, as the fire subsided. Each one of them then lit a candle, and held it out. A large bar streched around in front of them. "I come to bring news to you, brothers."

The large group did not say a thing, but merely held out their arm and pulled back their ring fingers.

"The time grows near. Now, while there's political strife in the Government of the Federation. In this way, we will strike."

Two men moved forward from the crowd. One man looked to be around 20, another had a weird scar on his face. He looked to be a few decades older.

"Dante and Mejudiin... Do you swear to uphold the will of the Illuminati, to all and every extend?"

"Yes. Let the father of understanding guide you." They all said. The father of understanding be The Grand-Master himself.

"Good. Then, we know what will happen. We will use the Antimatter to destroy the bunker, then we will make Alonzo disappear forever. After that, we will make sure Dante is chosen in the next elections. Mejudiin, you have a very important part..."

He put his hand on his chest, and bowed. "Price Armani won't be a problem."

"You fool... It's not Price I'm worried about. There is another in his Brotherhood... One we have not been able to detect yet. There's a signature difference that can be shown.. One is very skilled at his work, Price is not.. Not yet."

"I'll eliminate both threats if given."

"Good. Those are the only opposition we have. Any concerns we can fill?"

One man raised a hand to speak. "What if our plot is discovered before it can happen?"

"Then we will re-organize and have the one who knows silenced."

The meeting was then adjourned, except for Mejudiin and Dante.

"Dante, you're the key part of this. If you fail, then you fail us." The Grand-Master turned back to Mejudiin. "And you... Of course, you'll make sure that doesn't happen, correct?"

"Yes, Father."

"Good. Then we will have no problems... Dismissed."

[White-Jet]

[Continuing from Tourist District]

After wandering for what seemed like an hour, Ryuta noticed a dead end with a ladder leading into a how below him. He crouches down to his hands and knees and peeks into the hall as far as he could to see how long the hole is while using his spirutual senses to detect any bionic life from the other side.

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Indeed, there were 4 men. They were all sitting at a table in an extra room off to the side, All in armor. Except they were dealing cards.

"Son of a gun..." One said, resting his head on his palm. You could tell he had a horrible hand.

"Oh, I'll be bringing Alicia some real money home tonight.."

Then, there was another one a few feet away from the bottom of the hole. Another odd feature, there was a large crate open. It was full of pillows... It was like a barracks down here.

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"Anyways... Sergai told us not to worry about that screaming man they came dragging down with." He laughed, and revealed his hand. An ace, and several other good cards.

One of the other men just slammed their hand onto the table. "Shit."

[White-Jet]

Ryuta grit his teeth, acknowledging the presumption that this area, at least, isn't stranger-friendly.

He vaguely remembered being stuck in this place with the Monastery when the Earth Crisis drove everyone underground. He was unable to surface due to Hajime suffering Borg Pneumonia, a condition caused by exposure to the Sigma Virus where the cybernetics malfunction, causing shut downs and overheats that destroy or weaken the organics of a cyborg. Hajime was barely able to stay standing through the over-extended use of his Plasma Generator, suffering nothing more than unbearable nausiating feelings and uncontrolled twitchings, but had he been exposed to the Zero Virus, he would have slipped into an coma until the virus is driven out or his organs fail beyond salvation. Ryuta and Nite chose to stay behind just to keep an eye on him and make sure he doesn't go overboard with his activities.

Now that the crisis is over, the catacombs appear to have been used as hideouts for certain unruly organizations. Ryuta compresses his lips as he looks around for someplace obscuring to avoid being caught by the four men while attempting to explore other areas of the catacomb.

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The only way was down, and fortunately there wass still that large crate of pillows.. Perhaps if he jumped at the right angle, he'd be un-harmed.

The black-esque figure stood roughly 10 meters behind Ryuta. They did not know what to think of the Cyborg, whether to let them go, warn them, or kill them.

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Ryuta mentally calculated the angle of the crate before leaping down the hole towards the direction of the pillows below, hoping to bury himself in them before the men heard any lose from his drop.

Upon contact with the center of th crate, his body sank into the pile of pillows barely releasing some beads and feathers as he digs himself deeper inside to avoid being caught.

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His idea worked. Nobody heard a thing, due to the soft pillows.

The Black-coated figure waited, knowing if he peered now his cover would be blown..

"Damn it, Mason! That's the third King you had!"

[White-Jet]

Ryuta decides to wait a bit until things simmer down before deciding his next course of action. He pushes some of the pillows down just enough to see through the openings in the crate and get a better look at his current surroundings without drawing attention to himself.

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There was another tunnel directly across from him. He then noticed the Soldier's back was turned, staring off at the wall. Then, he laughed, crossing his arms. He moved into the group playing Cards.

"You're all breaking my concentration." He leans down to pick a magazine out of a crate over near the table. He then pulls out a magazine entitled "Hot bodies".

"Now, if you want something good to thinkg about," He opened the magazine to a random page, they all leaned in to look.

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Ryuta sensed the men's focus turn to the magazine, giving him an opportunity to sneak out towards the tunnel spotted earlier. Keeping his breath held until his rebreather activates, he slowly and carefully climbed out of the pillow crate and snuck towards the tunnel, keeping in the shadows with his Blazkrieg uniform acting as a camaflauge until he reached the entrance, hiding in another shadow as he pokes his head inside to see how lifeless it is compared to the room he dropped into.

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The figure following behind did the same, then exited the crate, only to have the guards look up from their magazine for a moment. They spotted him, and drew their weapons.

"It's the assassin!"

The Assassin cursed. It was a female. They drew a butcher's knife from out of their cloak, and then spit towards the guard's positions.

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[White-Jet]

Ryuta eyes the commotion, noticing the black clothed individual that had just been caught by the only other occupants in the room. He didn't realize he was being followed due to his focus surrounding the entire catacomb itself.

Acknowledging the grim chance that he would be spotted regardless of his actions, he pulls his gloves off, revealing the red, white fingered hands, as he swings a left backhand over the assassin, firing a smoke bomb that landed between her and the charging men that created a large cloud of smoke upon shattering on the floor.

Believing the assassin could handle the rest, he runs into the tunnel, disregarding his earlier decision to check for signs of life and only focusing on getting to the otherside before the men saw and went after him.

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She was surprised by the resourcefulness of the other one here. But when it happened the men couldn't see, started to cough.

The assassin quickly ran in and sliced the throat of one of them, and stabbed another in the chest When one said, "Activate the IR vision!"

She then backed away and attacked with the butcher knife again hitting one of the men in the face. He fell and crumpled onto the table, as the other one bolted past Ryuta into the tunnels.

"Have to find help! I have to!"

[White-Jet]

Ryuta watches the remaining guard run by, prefering to use his blending as a more non-lethal way of avoiding unwanted bloodshed that would only draw in more attention from the rest of the catacombs.

He finds a turn in the tunnel and runs towards it, attempting to use it as a detour in case any guards show up from the current tunnel to quell the situation.

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"Ugh, idioti!" The girl shouted as she started to sprint like an olympic athelete.

"Pull down the Gate Pull do-" She had tackled him, and sliced his throat.

No guards came. Great. Her infiltration had a minor mishap. Expect to have overlooked something, she once heard. And adapt.

[White-Jet]

Ryuta slowed to a neutral walk once the tension had washed away. He wasn't built for marathons like Nite; his leg implants being the least focused during his reconstruction, he couldn't push his speed or endurance any further, otherwise the overheat will cripple him to an agonizing crawl.

As he continues down the new tunnel, he keeps a spiritual watch of anymore occupants living among the catacombs, attempting to uncover whatever information he could sense that might be a cause for concern for more than just the human authorities.

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Ryuta encountered a vast expansive room, where metal poles were protruding from the walls upwards to a ledge. It seemed you'd need to be very acrobatical to reach the top.

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While Ryuta didn't fit the category of acrobatics, he should be able to reach the ledge just by switching between wall-kicking and pole swinging.

He heads towards the wall nearest the ledge, bends down and jumps as high as his legs could propel him, slamming his feet on the wall once he felt gravity take control. He then seemingly bounced up the wall until he reached the third to last pole and reaches up to grab it on his next jump.

He takes a moment to observe the ledge, making sure it was safe while judging the distance between where he hung and the pole in front of him.

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Behind him two men were running and had to quickly stop so they wouldn't fall.

"The assassin is here!" One kept trying to tell the other white-uniformed man. "I saw them, they're here for Dante!"

"Dante won't be executed so easily. But do remember, without Mejudiin he would probably pussy out without a body guard.

They spotted Ryuta hanging, and froze.

"Hey, you!" One shouted. "I want your name!" They drew a tiny pistol.

[White-Jet]

Ryuta grits his teeth at being spotted, but does nothing to revolt or retreat, knowing either one would guarantee a shitload of guards showing up to subdue him once he's run himself into overheat. Plus, he didn't want to provoke a fight without first figuring out whose side he should be fighting against.

He ignores the man's question and substituted for a different statement, "I'm just an explorer passing through here."

He knew they weren't going to buy it the way he managed to get this far into the catacombs.