With one swift kick with her prosthetic, Nikaido barged into the headquarters and charged up the stairs. Unlike her previous encounters with the demonic stone slabs, Nikaido speed up the stairs with little regard of her prior troubles. Peeking her head inside, the conference room proved to be entirely empty. Barely able to breath, Nikaido cursed and went inside, throwing herself onto the nearest swivel chair, rolling away from the force of her landing. She didn't even bother to check if Jack was still with her, in fact she let him walk on his own feet. It's safe to guess that he went back to his ice cream or wandered off to pester someone, Nikaido thought to herself, slowly sliding out of her chair. She looked up in the dark room, catching the faint ticking sound of a clock, she could read the faint roman numerals spaced evenly. It was ten past twelve already, and that was not good. Tardiness was never an issue with Nikaido, coming from the military, which was a thing that was dealt with severe punishment; Old habits must die really hard. Nikaido, still sliding out of her chair sighed, "That's the end of my adventure then. I guess all I can do is pick my nose and wait for [i]Death[/i] to take me 'cross the river of styx..." She thought aloud.