TheBestIdiot122

Logan cocked his head, "What are yo-..." He suddenly realized what he meant. "You've went out with her, haven't you?" Logan asked suspiciously.

Logan sighed and sat back down, he knew that the evidence was there, but he just had to find it somehow. "Look, I don't have any evidence right now, but I have found some in the past, but that was short lived as I moved from hideout to hideout. As I have said before, the evidence that you need is all with Victoria, you just need to find it." Logan said, annoyed. He wondered where Blythe was, she did give him a lot of things... and she only knew him for about 20 minutes. Logan knew he needed to find her again, hopefully he can get more information by then though.

Logan stood still for a moment, thinking. "Well, she gave me some money, and her car..." Logan started to say, until he realized how idiotic it sounded. "Why do you want to know?" He asked, with a questionable look on his face.

Norgold turned to Rhaine, "Agreed, once we are inside the orbs will only be able to light a few feet in front of us. I am uncertain that all of us will leave together, but if we don't... It was an honor meeting you all." Norgold said sadly, and looked at Nawen. "Finally come out of your personal shell eh?" Norgold joked, trying to brighten his mood.

Norgold, forgetting about introductions beforehand, looked at Caladus. "I'm Norgold Paneak, as you may already know, I'm a Cleric for the deity Dumathoin. 150 years old." He added, and sighed. He just wanted to get this over with.

Norgold took a deep breath, and uttered a quick prayer. He looked into the eternal darkness and held up his hand, he mouthed a couple of phrases before a light orb appeared floating above his hand. The entrance felt extremely dark and depressing. He could only imagine what the horrors that they would find inside. He turned toward Caladus, "The light will help us see, and it's a holy protection aura, for whatever the horrors we might meet inside." Norgold said, as he turned to the rest of the group. "May the deity's help us all." He added, as he faced the entrance again.

Norgold grasped the bottle from Caladus, he wasn't entirely sure that any more potions would help him. However, he brought the bottle to his nose smelled the contents. The smell was strong with the mixed ingredients, and finally took a very small sip. The taste was incredibly strong, and Norgold quickly swallowed. A quick and warming sensation came over her body, and he felt well rested... for now. Norgold followed Byron and Caladus, as they approached the entrance, he felt a dark and cold breeze fall over him. He saw Byron walk through the bush to open the entrance, then the chills became worse. He never thought that he would return to the Underdark. "I never imagined myself ever returning to this forsaken place..." Norgold said depressingly.

Norgold nodded and looked at the now where the pile once sat. "It seems we got everything, and I'm presuming everyone is ready. Lead the way." Norgold said quietly, the effects of not sleeping for more then a mere 4 hours was clouding him.

Norgold looked at the pile of stuff, he didn't have a big pouch like the others did, but he could fit two canteens into his pouch and fit some scrolls onto his belt. "Do you know anything specific about the scrolls?" Norgold asked Byron.

"The trees have to be blocking the view of the helicopter, due to the fact that this trail is much more dense then the other one, as in they can't see us right now. They will probably send in a ground team to investigate why we haven't left yet. Then, we can take out the team and call the helicopter off. However, we have to conceal ourselves first," Artyom said, still digging into the ground. "The hole I'm making right now is an old Spetsnaz trick that we used in World War 3, we dig about a foot and a half under the snow, and conceal ourselves with whatever is laying about. In our case which would be more snow and branches." Artyom added, as he finished his hole.

"She's not a cultist you idiot!" Logan yelled back, however, he calmed down a little bit, and got up from his seat. "I'm not "hiring" her, in fact, I haven't seen her the past couple of days." Logan said, in a calmer voice.

"She isn't behind all this, she's a high ranking member, but I was trying to find out who the others were. Obviously, I haven't been successful." Logan said, in an irritated tone. He doesn't have time to talk, he needed to plan more. "Yes... kinda. A Templar was here in D.C, I don't know where she is now, but she helped quite a bit." He said.

Artyom held his hand up to slow Dante down, his plan in a one and a million, but it was better then running as far as they could before they ran out of gas. He got off the snowmobile and looked past the trees, he couldn't see the helicopter but he wasn't taking the chance. "I know they have thermal, but I have an idea." Artyom said, as he started to dig a hole in the ground.

"You doubt?..." Logan questioned, he didn't like the sound of that, if Raymond didn't believe him, he was stuck in the clutches in the Illuminati.

Artyom looked around as the group despanded. He looked around one last time and headed into the vast jungle. Artyom would gather some wood to build a fire, if he could get it started... After a little bit of looking, he had a nice pile of sticks and limbs. He arrived at the beach again, he put the sticks in a pile and he slowly peeled off bits of skin from the wood, then after creating a little pile, he began to rub the stick onto the new pile. After about 20 minutes, Artyom's hands were blistering, but he couldn't give up. Then, he saw the smoke, Artyom smiled and slowly and faintly blew on the new little spark. However, he blew to hard and the spark blew out. "No!" Artyom yelled, he felt extremely depressed, but he tired again... and again... and again. Each time the spark blew out, but the next try, he finally saw the spark again, Artyom barley blew on the spark and then he saw what he was trying achieve. Flame.

Logan raised one eye brow, what does he mean? Of course she's killed people. He walked inside and sat down on one of the furnishings. "Alright... then what is she then" Logan asked. OOC: Last post for today... Manager wants me in, everyone seemed to call out sick and they need me.

Artyom looked above, and pulled out his pistol and fired a couple shots, bouncing off almost thin air. "Hate to tell you, but they do!" Artyom said, as he swerved to avoid more barrage of bullets. They needed to lose them, and fast. The only thing that he could think of is the next trail, much more dangerous then the one they were on now. "I think I know how to lose them, follow me again, but be much more cautious." Artyom said, as he left the trail and immediately swerved into another.

While Logan was thinking, he heard a abnormal tone play through the apartment, but soon figured out it was his cell phone. He took it out of his pocket and looked at the text, he could recognized the number and he sighed. Better then sitting around, he got up and left. He opened the garage and got into the Challenger, and drove off. He soon arrived at the house, he pulled up and got out, he approached the door and knocked.

Artyom quickly weaved through the trail with ease, the bullets were still flying towards them... the trajectory of where the bullets were landing seemed odd. Artyom quickly realized why, "They have a helicopter of some sort, look at how the bullets land!" Artyom said, as he just barley dodged a fallen log.

OOC: Um... Sure I guess? Lol.

Artyom saw bits of snow fly up near the snowmobiles, they obviously had thermal. "Follow me," Artyom said, driving past Dante, and turning the snowmobile into a small trail.

OOC: Logan's phone is modified remember? His phone can only call, not resistive. :D

Artyom looked behind him to see that Dante had pulled off, and so Artyom followed Dante, he turned on his transmitter: "Hostiles?" Artyoms asked.

Logan cocked his head, Sarah isn't dead? That can't be right. He was shot point blank in the head... No, she just messing with him, she wants to let his guard down for just a moment... Logan had enough for one day, he got back in the car and started it up, and simply drove to the abandoned apartment. He parked the still shiny red Challenger back into the garage, and climbed up to the window. Logan stepped inside, the whole place was dark, but he didn't care. He walked over to the couch and sat down. Logan thought of the whole scene again, he could have easily killed Victoria, but something inside him held it back, what held him back? Maybe he's gone soft... No, that's not it. Maybe I see something in her?... Logan continued to think.

Artyom looked around, he remembered something about the islands near the Philippines... He continued to look around, he figured it was the same islands. Then he heard Amber, he was glad that he was on an Island, then in the open water. "We're going to have to gather the rest of the survivors... if they made it.