As soon as the vortex closed, the Gallery became silent. It was as if it had suddenly become vacant, the only people there being the Inquisitor and his retinue. Once the vortex closed, Zhevon stood up and yanked on his sword, but it was firmly lodged into the ground. He sighed, and left it there for the time being. After a moment of cleaning up, and the banishing of the last statue, Ben walked over to him and helped Zhevon up.
[b]"I told you, sir. She has no regard for our safety. Here she is almost getting us killed! Three times now, every single time she's tried to use her powers down here she's put us in danger. You, me, the planet, the mission. It's becoming very hard to trust her sir, even on your word. We were not so poor off in that fight that we needed her to try and kill us all."[/b] He picked up the nullrod from off the floor, [b]"We need to keep this on right now, we cannot trust her. If you ask the group, I'm sure some of them will agree. Do not misunderstand my words, I don't dislike her, but I'm starting to fear for my life around her wanton misuse of power."[/b] Ben held the null rod out to Zhevon, looking at him.

Zhevon took it and turned it off, looking at the obsidian rod for a moment, in thought.
[b]"The nullrod causes mind degradation as a long term effect of its use."[/b] He said quietly, holstering it. He hated to admit it, but Adrianne was becoming sort of a loose cannon. He glanced around and noticed that even the pedestals that the Statues once stood on were gone, this meant that they had packed their bags and left their nest, likely never to return. If there were any other Statues in the Gallery, they would have likely left as well. And if the Statues have left, the Cultists likely would have as well. He groaned quietly.
He put a finger up to his ear.
[b]"Alpha, come visit us and bring a truck... Let's have Cube Bravo run interference... Yeah? Good."[/b]
It was only seconds later that a truck pulled up to the front of the Gallery, large enough to fit the entire group. A man opened the door and walked to the group. He was wearing a suit and a coat, along with a hat. With the darkness, it was difficult to see his face, or to see that if he was armed or not.
[b]"That's Alpha."[/b]The man bowed, [b]"Everyone except Psyker Valenthin will go with him to a safe house. There, you will rest, refresh, rearm,"[/b] He looked at Stukov, [b]"And heal."[/b] He then looked at everyone, including the newly arrived Sister of Battle, [b]"Understood?"[/b] Zhevon spoke with an air of impatience and annoyance. Before Aviza could leave, Zhevon pointed at her, [b]"I will be speaking with you later."[/b] He turned away and opened his communications to his Vindicare, [b]"James, you can stay or join them. Though our enemy has likely vacated this area."[/b]
Alpha stepped up, [b]"Heya. Welcome to the ground team. I see some new faces, that's always good." [/b]He spoke in a familiar northern accent, [b]"Don't worry Inquisitor, I'll make sure they don't touch the brandy."[/b] He saluted the armored man, [b]"Come come, let's get in the truck."[/b] He walked over to it himself and got into the driver seat. The truck was fairly large, and more like a limousine than a truck, with an expanded interior. The seats fashioned in the typical limousine fashion. White leather seats, a bucket of ice resting on the floor with several bottles of ginger ale.

[h3][u][i][b]The Gallery[/b][/i][/u][/h3]
Not waiting for the group to clear out, Zhevon walked to Adrianne. When he was standing in front of her, he looked to the collapsed wall, then back at her.
[b]"I said a small one."[/b] He said, unamused. 

[h3][u][i][b]The Safehouse[/b][/i][/u][/h3]
Alpha sat in the driver seat, checking his rear mirror occasionally. The man casually tapped on the steering wheel.