[@King Tai]

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-6cQ5BKTqRo

Camille had did her part in distracting those nosy agents, but still Rebecca was perplexed beyond resolve to how she was going to reach the ventilation shaft, let alone making certain she left no trace of her existence within this very room.

One thing was certain, once she got out of here, alive and unscathed, she was going to find out what [i]Morning Glory[/i] was.  [i][color=ed1c24]Keep them occupied, sweetie.  It will be a while before I can make my escape.[/color][/i]

[color=6ecff6][i]Got it![/i][/color]  Camille hastily replied via the telepathic bond.  The blue haired girl, through spry and young, with vampiric blood coursing through her veins, her strength was fairly above the average of a mortal.  She latched onto the arm of Monroe once more, tugging her incessantly like a child frantically searching for their lost parents, [color=6ecff6]"But Agent Monroe!  She won't listen to them!  Rebecca will only listen to you!  You have to come with me!  We have to find her!  Please!  I don't want my Mistress getting hurt!  Please Agent Monroe!"[/color]  Tears, searing and hot, streamed from her eyes, eyes so filled with dread and worry to what may have befallen her dear Mistress, such an act she put on so flawlessly.

And such an act that kept the Agents befuddled as Rebecca once more turned her attention towards freedom from this infernal prison.  [color=ed1c24][i]Hmm....I guess I could try the chair.  No sense in dismissing it all this time.[/i][/color]  It was rather rickety and unstable, but still a boost it might be to help her climb her way out.  

A deep breath inhaled, Rebecca poised herself before setting her foot on the wobbly swivel chair, already a sense of unease creeping up her spine as it buckled and swayed under her weight.  She managed to stand on it, though struggling to keep her balance as she reached above her head and carefully undid the latches on the vent cover.  Once she had that out of the way, it was guaranteed smooth sailing from then on out....or so she thought.

[b]"Alright.  I sent an APB to Director Stone and all active agents.  If anyone sees Rebecca, they're to subdue her immediately.  No questions asked."[/b]

[color=ed1c24][i]Looks like I won't be staying here long.[/i][/color]  Rebecca thought as she caught ear of the voice of the male agent outside.  By now, she had slithered her way into the ventilation shaft.  A tight fit, but enough space for ample movement through the miniature corridor of steel.  With great caution she slipped the cover back onto the vent, making sure it wouldn't give way and fall to the floor with a resounding clatter.  Then...begin the long trek, crawling on her hands and knees until she reached her cell...or somewhere close to that locale.

[color=ed1c24][i]Camille, I'm in the vents now.  Keep Agent Monroe distracted until I tell you so.  Meet me back at our room.[/i][/color]

[color=6ecff6][i]Okay Mistress!  They're looking for you now!  They told Stone too![/i][/color]  Camille answered frantically.  How Rebecca could just feel the terror in the poor girl's heart.  In fact...it made her frown somewhat having to put her little thrall through this tense ordeal.

[i][color=ed1c24]I already know, sweetheart.[/color][/i] She replied, the voice she projected assuring and comforting in tone to Camille.  [color=ed1c24][i]Don't worry.  Once we rendezvous...we're leaving.[/i][/color]

[i][color=6ecff6]W-what?![/color][/i]  Camille's reply an astounded squeak.  [color=6ecff6][i]B-b-but Mistress!  Where will we go?!  We'll be hunted by Stone forever!  He won't stop till we're both dead![/i][/color]

Rebecca sighed.  The repercussions of such an assertive action were indeed grim, but staying just as well at the facility would ultimately lead to the same fate...especially once that bald gas-bag discovered it was Rebecca who broke into his precious restricted records.  [i][color=ed1c24]I know![/color][/i]  She returned sharply, albeit unhappy having to use such a manner with Camille.  [color=ed1c24][i]But if we stay here, we're dead too, Camille.  Stone's nothing more than flesh and blood.  He wouldn't last against a Nosferatu.[/i][/color]

Or so Rebecca hoped that was the case....