As the ferry journey came to an end, so did Sara's watch over the armed man. She loosed her crossed arms, and went to gather her team and their mounts. She found them with the chocobos. Harry was lazing around as usual, his hat over his face and pretending not to be asleep. Brandt was grooming his chocobo, probably just to pass the time. Brandt turned around and stood to attention when he saw Sara, discreetly kicking Harry in the leg to wake him. Startled at first, Harry snorted and tried to swat away Brandt with his hand from where he was seated. He quickly stood up when he spotted Sara's legs form under his hat. "Mount up, let's go." Sara commanded with a stern face, ignoring their display of professionalism.

Single file, Sara's team cantered down the gangway astride their mounts, a blue, white and yellow column cutting through the crowds of merchants and customers in the vibrant Beta district. The man with the gunblade caught Sara's attention again. This time he was yelling amongst all of the hawkers, seemingly hiring himself as a mercenary without much discretion. "Pfft, that one's going to get chewed up," Sara muttered to herself.

Their destination was the guard citadel in Omega. A distance away, but it would be easier once they were clear of the main markets. Before they even got out of sight of the ferry, however, a guard came in their path and raised his hand. A message runner. "Hold! Hold!" The guard looked and sounded a little afraid. Sara reined her chocobo to a stop in front of the man while he caught his breath. Harry and Brandt followed suit.

"What is it?" She demanded without much patience.

"There's... you are the Miris patrol, right? What took you so long?" The runner said between breaths.

"That's right. There was some trouble with the ferry."

"The captain is... he sent an order down the wire... Delta gate... a big one..." it seemed as if the runner had sprinted all the way from the Beta guardhouse once he'd seen the ferry. He was breathing so heavily that he could hardly string a sentence together.

Sara creased her brow and held up her spare hand, "Hold on, slow down for moment. A big what?"

"Flan!... it's a huge flan!" The runner held his arms apart to try and convey the scale, "The captain broadcast an order to all posts. All available guards have to help out evacuating the area before we can drive it away. It's bigger than any flan we've ever seen. It's almost at the gate as we speak."

Sara swallowed and looked ahead. She knew the way to the main Delta gate from here. She signaled her team to follow with a wave forward. She clenched her teeth and urged her chocobo into a run with a shout, leaving the messenger behind. Harry and Brandt followed as best as they could as their mounts leaped along, trying to keep to the same route as their leader. Sara had to be careful not to run into anyone, but time was of the essence. Her chocobo, Dusty, was thankfully very good at jumping. And everyone else in her way was very good at ducking.