Others had come out. Many of them already proved to be equally as annoying as the previous. Nihil was disappointed. It seemed that what she had expected to be a group of professional criminals were a group of flamboyant idiots. One of them, a short hard tattooed women told her to 'liven up'. She ignored the suggestion, instead scowling. Another women had addressed her. This one was hiding behind her, begging for her protection. What a blatant lie. Even if it was the truth she wouldn't care. [b][color=Darkred]"If you're here escaping with us you aren't defenseless."[/color][/b] Was all she said in reply. She was not interested in wasting time with them, she was interested in escape. Before she had let herself be captured because she had given up on her goals, but now with the power of this 'Mr. Sinister' there was some hope that his resources could put her in the reach of Dalton Brook.

All she had to do was play along.

By now more of the robots were descending on them. She didn't care for them. She instead set her sights on the wind tunnel, their escape. It was easy enough to bypass the guards. Below a torrent of water and bodies was rising up. They weren't the only escapees, but it seemed that they were the only ones that Mr. Sinister planned to actually survive. Nihil would waste no more time here. First she leaped, moving at impracticable speed. She landed firmly on the shoulders of one of the robot many new robot guards. The robot attempted to throw her off but she kept her hold. She placed her hands against it's head, grabbing the notched area at the top of its head, giving her a good grasp. She exerted pressure against its shoulders, pulled on it's head, and leaped again while still holding on. The head came of cleanly in her hands. She momentarily examined it, then tossed it aside.

By now she was already at the wind tunnel. She jumped in, letting the gust carry her upwards.