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The others soon get a look at what Symon and Eden have already seen... The building appears to be roughly two stories, squat, and uanppealing. It does have a fence around it save at the area where water touches... must have been an old dock at one time but now that's not needed nor practical compared to trucking material out

Even as it comes into view, Jaymes strides to the location he needs with Tiffany and Tig... and sounds of thunder build... it must be believable that a storm is coming

The Kestrel glides out on the water, Veiled and waiting. Brekke waits for the lightning as a signal for Vali to make the ice bridge they can use to cross the water to shore.

And then... the KRAKOOM in the distance is not mere thunder, racing before it is a hot angry golden bolt of lightning! And the textile factory goes DIM

Somewhere, Symon might have a flash of pride. His program to feed false info, temporary mind you, to local weather reports, would confirm this as anything but unnatural. Anyone checking smart phones in there will 'see' a storm warning alert

"Now," Brekke says to Vali, and she is already moving over the side of the Kestrel.

Dagmar follows her Chief. Above, hidden by darkness, Sparrow circles.

Frank rolls up on cue as quietly as the Rig can go. He backs it up to the docking bay.

Vali gestures and quotes for a bunk "“Winter is not a season, it's an occupation.' -Sinclair Lewis"" and icy mist forms... herald to the more solid ice marching after...

and march it does... the river fights, and loses... stilling.. the waves less and less

and then those waves grow rigid.. until finally they are trapped in a dreaming winter it cannot escape until Vali wills it so

Piper is keeping her distance a bit. After a long afternoon sequestered with Zane, she spent time... working on a multi-step bunk. She looks ragged, and not especially clean, but something about her seems oddly appealing, and she does her best not to distract any of the team.

Brekke wastes no time; as soon as the waves still and the surface crackles, she drops down (hopefully lightly enough not to shatter the whole thing) and advances as rapidly as possible to the shore. Hopefully the wavy surface is rough enough to grand friction.

Gerd flies just a few feet above the surface of the ice, parting through the remaining cold fog like a goth marionate held at the wrong angle. She moves to the wall , applies black lipstick, and kisses it... a door forms. She motions for PIper , Symon, and Eden to sneak in first

Brekke gestures Dagmar to follow after Piper as her teammate, then goes through herself, beckoning Dirk to follow.

In she goes!

Piper glances back over the team, touches fingers to her lips and gives a little wave, silent, before going in. Symon rolls his eyes at her theatrics and slips in silently himself, hugging the wall in the other direction. (Eden on feet or scales?)

(Feet, for now and moving with him)

Within... some light flickers here and there... but it is clear 'emergency lights' weren't a priority. The workers are mere shapes now, unless one has the senes to see them... The gun men curse though, and with them , lances of LIGHT cast out from flashlights , some attached to weapons, others used in lieu of.. the spots dance along those workers turning them from mere shapes to wretched prisoners once more, cast in the strong yet sickly yellow light

Piper skirts the wall herself, keeping an eye open for guards as she moves towards the office spaces. She is not trying for stealth- looking for a spot where an emergency light may shine - maybe a doorway or a stairwell that would need such - so she can focus attention on her.

If no such place is seen, she approaches the nearest guard...

(OUTSIDE) Sparrow can see that a gunman has gone to the roof. She can dart through the door Gerd created, or change her plans. But it is obvious that man will realize that htere is no storm here.

(At the Rig) Frank settles the rig into position...

and then sees a problem...

Sparrow swoops down to land behind the gunman.

"SLEEP" she commands, before he sees her.

Costly, so costly... this man is mortal and a stranger to her... so she must use much glamour... but he drops. closing his eyes, making snoring sounds.... does he truly sleep or does he merely feel bound to go through the motions and please her? Either way he is out of the fight. Gun to the ground.

well, to the roof

Not so much as one would think - Sparrow knows only one art, but she knows mortals even better. She takes the gun from the sleeping man.

Frank sees a black van approaching the Textile factory.

(Using this for INSIDE, Barony of hIgh Reeds Room for outside)

Inside, Brekke waits until the other groups break off, then works her way towards the Balor's office. She's not moving fast...she's hoping the Balor isn't aware of any problem until after the workers are gone.

((Got it.))

A guardsman turns and jerks to face, PIPER... who stays near the light "Damn it, girl... get back to your station until the power gets back on"

Dagmar adjusts her grip on the baseball bat, tucked away behind a machine.

She takes a breath, and moves a step closer to him, leaning forward so that her ill-fitting top slides mostly off one shoulder. "We can't work right now... and you work so hard already. I thought we could take a little break... I see you, you know. I notice you on duty." Her eyes trail over him, admiringly. "We're supposed to focus on work, but you make me think of taking clothes OFF, not putting them together. No one will notice..."

Stretching out with tendrils of magic as she runs a hand along her hip...

"yeah?" he grins with a hunger... he thinks he's in charge as she flares his desire.... but the true feeling of control is Piper's. He's her puppet. Wood for her arranging and deciding if she wants him to burn hot, or burn slow

And BREKKE closes in on the Balor's Office.. and hears a voice "Have you checked out the substation yet?"

And before she leads him over to where Dagmar waits, she scans the room - looking for a second guard...

PIPER finds another.. and yes, she knows where Dagmar is...

Does the voice sound female? Probably the Balor herself? Brekke waits against the wall on one side of the door, motioning for Dirk to do the same on the other.

Female, and not quivering , very much in charge

She has practiced this before... drawing in multiple people while busking, holding attention and looking for another. A watcher draws more attention, and crowds give better tips. And boys will give a better donation into the open guitar caseif they think she will notice them over another, and maybe call the number they dropped in... or meet with them after her set...

Piper licks her lips evocatively as she flings out another tendril - hoping to make the second guard COVET as well... why should the other man get a piece if he doesn't? Even as she reaches to trail fingers over the first guard's chest and tug him towards the corner where they can have a moment of privacy, she makes eye contact with the other...

SYMON hears his target even before her sees her, the crescent scarred woman whispering to others "do not simper. do not panic. Stay strong."

He whispers to Eden, "You're female, they may trust you better..." Even as he moves up towards the woman, holding his hands in the air to show that they are empty. "Hsssst. I'm here with friends. We're here to get you the fuck out of here."

EDEN raises a brow "NOW he notices I'm a female" Then says "Hi..."

And Eden explains quickly "Look, we're with the department of DACA... Dreamers Are Crucial to All... you seem to be a leader to these girls... and I Need you to be an amazon, okay? Not the charging forward type, we've got too many of those actually..." Eden says smoothly to the incredulous woman whos' features shift to listening "But the sort that can guide and direct everyone to a way out of this whole 'Hell or Detroit, you pick' situation"

"This is a jail break, can you get your people to move? We have a getaway truck at the loading dock." Symon whispers, bluntly after Eden's impassioned speech.

And just as Brekke closes on the door.