Xonos: (is sitting down in small office with nothing but a small laptop on a metal desk. raps fingers rhythmically causing an echo in the room) Where are you? (looks at a live recording of a crowd. the corner of the screen says No Man's Landing. another says Town Square. one more says Fog-works.) You can't hide that long--- Heron....
Xonos: /next day/ (walks toward figure outside abandoned warehouse) It's nice to see you again, Rahazel.
Rahazel: Can't say the same here. Can't say that I expected you to come either.
Xonos: Well, many things that we don't expect to happen, do. (looks at scorch mark on hand)
Rahazel: (looks at Xonos's hand) That looks like it hurt. What unfortunate Combustonaut was it this time?
Xonos: This time, as strange as it seems, it wasn't a Combustonaut. (chilled breeze blows hard against his overcoat) Now may we go inside? (hint of annoyance in voice)
Rahazel: Sure we can, only, I can say for sure that you won't like what's gonna happen in there. (begins walking toward warehouse entrance)
Xonos: (follows her) I don't like much of anything that goes on in the RS these days. (looks at the ground)
Rahazel: (heavily sighs) Just please,---- don't remind me of the RS. I really don't need more spies coming and asking me to give 'em a place to stay.
Xonos: (chuckles) Sorry, about that, but. We both know that's not the real reason you're not too fond of the RS anymore.
Rahazel: (opens mouth to say something, but stops when the are within three feet of the door) Want to knock?
Xonos: (jokingly) I thought you preferred windows?
Rahazel: Ugh! (knocks the steel door. extra hard as if it was a warning to Xonos)
Voice: Do you have Oreo Cookies?!?!?
Xonos: (smiles) No, we don't sell those, but we do have Aether-flavor.
Voice: (opens door) Ugh! Didn't expect you to be here, Xonos.
Xonos: Well, I did swear an oath to loyally attend every RS organizing that concerned me, Pontix.
Pontix: (sarcastically) Yeah. Okay. My hands are clean of that! (motions for Rahazel and Xonos to follow him. takes out a key to cellar entrance. yelling sounds coming from underneath) It's a madhouse down there.
Xonos: I'm sure it is... (looks at annoyed Rahazel and steps aside) Heh, heh... Ladies first?
Rahazel: (scoffs. taking advantage of both men's fear, walks down the stairs slowly)
Pontix: Nice girl you hired. (again sarcastically)
Xonos: I'm not the one that hired her.
Pontix: Ha. Ha! (still sarcastic) Sure.....
Cellar door closes after they walk down the cold, metal stairs.