Smoker rolled his eyes. Clearly he and Dakota had radically different ideas of what made for fun. He sighed and began to limp down the other side of the tunnel, keeping his eyes peeled for anything untoward.

The remaining 2 maintenance personnel tried to clean up the dropped lightbulbs (they were rugged emergency lights so only a couple had broken) and put a few last lights up while there was time. The dog team, Dakota, Smoker, Schaeffer, Vundra and then Brother Edgar reached the end of the tunnel. A sign announced that this was Hellstromme Corporate Offices, now Junkyard's City Hall.

There didn't appear to be anything amiss, no one waited in ambush. The dog team made sure there was no one under the floor or in the walls.

Back at the hotel, they waited for the all-clear.

In reply to The Marshall (msg # 209):

Making one last visual inspection of the tunnel corridor, Schaeffer sighed with relief.

"Is good. I am thinking the route is clear. Let's give signal and have them start moving delegates.|

Dakota is almost disapointed when they reach the end of the tunnel but he smiles anyway. "Agreed, when they start movin' down here do ya wanna do tha typical sandwhich formation. One team in tha front an' back?"

Peter watched carefully after Simon's comment about a commotion in the tunnel. He wasn't sure what happened but it was over quickly it looked like. He held his position, trusting that his allies would be able to handle it...or let him and the others know if they couldn't.

In reply to Peter Firecrow (msg # 212):

The Junkyard Militia MPs deployed in force. Pairs were stationed down the tunnel every 20 feet. The delegates were let through accompanied in groups.

After about 10 minutes, Simon's group was asked to go.

In reply to The Marshall (msg # 213):

"Thank you. Shall we?" With that, Simon started down the tunnel.

In reply to Dakota Jack Cardinal (msg # 211):

The Colonel looked at the Militia as it deployed in the tunnel.

"No. I think there are a hundred troops in there. Let us look around here in this buildinhg? If there's an attack, this is where it will come."

Peter gave a nod to Simon, "Yep. Let's go. Jane, bring up the rear please?" He proceeded Simon into the tunnel. He was a bit on edge so he unslung the autoshotgun as he walked.

Vundra wanders toward the nearest window and begin to stare outside, not looking at anything in particular.

In reply to Vundra (msg # 217):

As they were underground, Vundra needed to climb up to the ground level. The windows were high up and narrow. This was not a glass-walled and chrome steel modernist building but solid, Stalin-esque with plenty of marble and concrete. A style called "brutalist".

Outside, he could see there were more Militia stationed in the streets surrounding City Hall.

City Hall, the old Hellstromme Industries HQ, was fortified. Robot gun turrets festooned the roof, Militia patrolled the perimeter.

"Roger, Kurt." Dakota says with a smirk as he checks to see if Melon Splitter is fully loaded, he then eyes the approaching militia with one eye. "Should we wait for tha others, or just me an' you sundance?"

In reply to The Marshall (msg # 213):

Rowan walks beside Simon ready to place her body between Simon and what ever danger may threaten them

In reply to Dakota Jack Cardinal (msg # 219):

Schaeffer smiled. "I would say you, me, Smoker, Vundra, Brother Edgar."

In reply to COL Kurt L. Schaeffer (msg # 221):

"Oh, I'm still here," replied the purple-robed Doomsayer. "I wouldn't miss when we freak the heck out of the cafeteria ladies next." He seemed more amused than anything.

Dakota turns to Brother Edgar and laughs "Hah, now thats the spirit. How else we gonna git tha ole tommyknock'r ta show! A'ight Colonel lets clear 'em out." Dakota says ready to finish this crazy job.
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As his mind wanders and then he heard someone mentioning spirit which seem to jolt something in Vundra head "Argh, Spirit?!? What spirit? Where?!"

Smoker looks round.

"Is Dakota seeing things again?"

City Hall was a massive, fortified structure. No wonder back when it was the regional Hellstromme HQ, staff and security held out for weeks after the bombs fell (but did not destroy the domed Junkyard). The whole building was crawling with security, both Militia and armed City Hall security personnel.

Dakota, Smoker, Vundra and the others were allowed to wander the lower areas and ground floors. The basements held not just the usual utility and storage but hardened bunkers and fallout shelters. Ground and lower floors held offices and cafeterias. Upper floors were for executive offices, board rooms and conference rooms and an executive dining room. The upper floors were also where the meetings would take place, so access was restricted.

Downstairs, Simon and company made it down the corridor without incident. Security and Militia guided the delegates into elevators which took them to the upper floors. From there they were directed into designated areas, old conference rooms and cafeterias. There was a heavy security presence.

"Maybe I am, but what have ya been doing ta solve tha case, 'sides limpin' 'round and naysaying?" Dakota says to Smoker s shoulder's his rifle, disapointed that they found nothing, "But I got nothin' either, might as well git these talks ov'r with, so I can git back to bein' useful."

Peter kept himself moving forward, but stayed close to Simon as they moved. But by 'close', he was about 10ft away at most. He didn't want to crowd the Templar but he wanted to be close enough in case something ambushed them. He didn't think there was going to be an ambush in the tunnel but he stayed alert anyway.

In reply to Peter Firecrow (msg # 228):

Simon looked around as they emerged from the connecting tunnel.

"Well, that went surprisingly smoothly. I guess we should head upstairs. Elevators are that way."

He followed the other delegates. There were plenty of signs pointing out the elevators, plus armed security to guide them.

Rowan looks worried, one more step closer to achieving a union of sorts, where was the opposition.

They would have to move soon or it would be to late for them to do so.
But she felt no threat in the areas she was capable of acting against
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In reply to Rowan Dawson (msg # 230):

The coyote was very skittish to be around so many people. He refused to enter the elevator (and in fact would not enter any elevator).

Rowan Holds up her hand to stop the group and turns to trickster

To trickster "is there a threat or are you just scared of the box trickster"