The creature nodded distractedly at Rareth’s suggestions, its luminescence fading fast. It opened its mouth, then closed it again. “We…” It slumped back into it’s throne. The wind rushing through the openings in the building took on a distinctly blurred quality. After a few moments it better resembled feedback from malfunctioning audio equipment than actual weather. 

While Rareth was racing to finish her latest line of inquiry, 595 was staring all around her. Several packet loss and operating viability flags appeared on her specialised sensory suite. “We have to get out of here.” The Agent announced abruptly. She rose from her kneeling position and marched up the steps to the being. “If you want our help, you have to eject us this instant, do you understand?” The being regarded her feebly, lounging slackly in it’s throne and flickering continuously.

“What do you need? Power? Can we give you some energy to get us out of here?” The thing lethargically raised an arm, beckoning for her to come closer. 595 complied, edging right in front of it. As quick as a flash the creature grabbed her wrist. The Agent’s suit crackled with energy, sending fingers of lightning out to connect the whole team. The wind outside was a deafening [b]crrrrrrkkkkkkkkkk[/b] now, whirling around them like a tornado.

[i]”Make me proud.”[/i] The thing whispered inside her head, looking straight into her soul with tortured, unblinking eyes of sunset red.

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595 gasped real air, jerking taut against the harness weighing her down. “They’re back!” Freyr shouted, racing over to her. “It’s okay. Let me check your vitals and we’ll get you out of this harness."