Well, Marduk will acknowledge that.
Yup, you can relay the location, Mors, though what do you want?
Nah, not really an Intrusion situation, Heph.
But the Italian suit people are keeping up an extremely loud chatter, so that you cannot hear anything the lead two are saying.
One of them, with notable trimmed sideburns, taps his lapel pocket, and gestures towards the maintenance man opposite.
Barb Impatiently snaps a nod at Cloud, in agreement. Reaching into the pocket of his ragged Motorcycle jacket, he withdraws a pair of glistening Leather Gloves. Pulling them on, he smiles at the Delicate- And Intimidating creaking noises they emit as they stretch.
"I'd always wanted a pair." He explains.
"What? What?" says Dallas, coming over. "You see something freaky?"
At this point, one of the maintenance men reaches into his toolbag and takes out a small, wooden box.
One of the Italian suit leaders reaches into his jacket, and pulls out an old-fashioned wrought iron key.
"Well, it's nearly time for us to go," says the teacher. "One last question. Can anyone think of any postive things about extinction?"
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"Yeah, they've all got machine pistols," says Ariadne. "And shades and black coats. They don't sem to like colour."
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Azrael, you have climbed up to the walkway, which is actually above the walls of all the exhibits. There is a lot of stuff in the way, but at various points along the walkways, you can look down on everything.
The place Finn directed you towards is just above the connecting corridor, looking down westwards above the extinct species exhibit, where the two crowds of people have met.
You are on one side of that walkway. On the far side, there is a figure, hard to see in the gloom up here from this distance. Kneeling down, he has an assault rifle trained on the group.