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Sosol grimaced but nodded, taking the phone in hand and dialing the number again. He gulped as it rang, trying his best to keep calm.
"Hello again, Sosol," Tyler answered with a surprisingly noisy background. "Calling again so soon?"
"Yeah...I have a few questions for you."
Tyler laughed. "I'll bite. What do you want to know?"
"Why are you targeting us?"
"Because the GMO needs to end, and the only way to fully do so is to kill every last one of you brainwashed agents. Next."
Sosol glanced back to Gren nervously, asking another question. "Why is Azana so important to you?"
"She's useful. Very useful..." He replied with a dark chuckle, only to be distracted by the noise in the background for a moment.
Sosol turned beet red with anger, clenching the phone tightly. "That's not an answer," he growled.
"Of course it is...it isn't the one you want. Got a question for you, now."
"Huh...?"
"Actually, it's for James. Yeah, I know you're listening in! You think you can pull a phone trace on me? Me? Think again...this signal is pinging at over one-hundred locations worldwide with encryption higher than military grade. You'll have to do a lot better than that to try and find me."
Sosol heard the dial tone, his arm dropping to his side, barely holding onto the modified phone. "He's a Sword...the trace isn't going to turn up..."

Angeles laughed and made her way back to her chair and sat down in it, "Sosol, care to explain what this GMO is?"

"Twelve you say?" asked Angeles with a devious smile. She murmured under her breath and twelve bats appeared around her squeaking and fluttering, "their specialty is teleportation."

((That's fine...I'm sure he's not expecting that.))

Sosol watched wide-eyed as what seemed like a hopeless situation turned around in the hands of a Martian sax player. His jaw dropped, and he was about to ask when the answer came to him...

The playing field was heavily tilted. Where Tyler thought he was working against James, a highly-talented Sword in his own right...Gren had a good half-century of advanced technological knowledge working for him.

"A dozen is a lot better than one hundred," Sosol said, still in awe at what he just witnessed. He looked over towards Erik and the wildly fluctuating contact. He knew it went blank when she lost consciousness, and showed an image when she was awake...so what the heck was all that?

"We need to be ready to leave tomorrow...they'll have to search through the night," he said, concern bleeding back into his voice. Those noises on the phone...they couldn't have been...

What is he putting you through, Azana...?

Gren nodded. "Glad I could help...I'll need to be heading off for sleep, though. Good night, everyone, when you get to it."

He smiled gently, waving as he strolled up the stairs, face falling into stern conviction as he left sight. Sighing harshly, he stormed into his room, kicking off his shoes and glaring at the ceiling. Vicious was alive, and out for blood. "Dammit...why won't he just die?!" he snarled. It was going to be a long night, and sleep wasn't going to come any time soon.

(Azana's phone now has a signal everywhere, by the way. Good night!)

((You just Doctor-ed her phone? Sweet! heart Goodnight, Gren!))

Sosol waved farewell to Gren, looking over to the phone in wonder and thanking God he was on their side. He gave a long yawn, having been up and fretting most of the day.

"We'll need to wait until tomorrow, Erik," he said with a stretch. "I'm in as much of a rush as anyone, but half the team is asleep or heading there. We won't be much use, and our scouting team needs a chance to figure out exactly where we're going..."

He grabbed the phone again, a vision filling his head. The GMO HQ...up in flames...a very familiar silhouette standing and watch. She turns to face him, her expression blank. As he slipped back into reality, he continued up the stairs in silence, vanishing into his...no, their...room.

No way...I am not letting that happen! He thought to himself as he lay down in an attempt to get some sleep before facing down whatever waited for them tomorrow...

Kageko, meanwhile, looked over expectantly at Yang.

{Don't worry, I managed to get the coordinates,} he responded, {It was on the top of Gren's mind so it was fairly easy.}
{Good,} Kageko replied, {Go with Yin and check them out. If you can, try to narrow down the number of possible areas, but be careful to make absolutely sure that it is impossible for Azana to be there.}

Yin and Yang simultaneously nodded and were gone as they were surrounding by a cocoon of dark shadows that melted back into the ground that it rose from, with no signs of either of the partners having been their.

As for Kageko, the girl stepped lightly to the upstairs room that she usually occupied, adding in a yawn as she went up. "Good night Angeles," she said to the only other person standing in the main room of the inn.

Erik stretched out, awake and ready for the morning challenges. "It's morning, I just hope our scouts come back with information soon." He said, walking down the stairs. Vincente looked at him strangely. "You haven't carried all three blades at the same time in a while." Erik shrugged. "Better safe than sorry."