Adrianne barely noticed Stukov as he approached from behind the couch, her attention currently being split between watching the recording of the fight and chewing down on a snack bar.

M4R1-A provided a sky angle view of the fight in the corridor, from a perspective where it was presumably hovering right beneath the roof. Recorded audio, consisting of calls, voices and gunfire as well as exploding statues could be heard coming from the audio transmitter at the side of M4RA-1, which offered a surprisingly good sound quality for a device that small.

Yet amidst all the action going on in the projected image in front of her, Adrianne would slowly begin to slip sideways in the couch, before slumping down against the armrest, having fallen asleep during the show, and slept quiet as a baby!

M4R1-A on the other hand continued the recording. But during the fight, the servo skull would suddenly turn around and zoom in on a small vent entrance hidden behind some of the drapery. Without much delay, the servo skull would float up into the vent and leave the hallway and the fighting within behind as it instead would float through the darkened maintenance shaft. Due to the darkness in the claustrophobic ventilation shaft, M4R1-A would soon switch to nightvision, revealing every last little detail in the small shaft, down to the very dust, cobwebs and skittering roaches that fled before the servo skull. At the bottom of the projected video could be seen a small blinking text reading 'IDENTIFYING AUDIO ORIGIN' as the servo skull seemed to have picked up on something coming from the shaft.

On its journey, it would find a small and steep shaft leading multiple floors down, which it would easily hover down into.

Soon however, the servo skull would stop right in the middle of a long shaft, turning off its night vision mode and spinning around to look through a small grate leading down into another part of the gallery. 

Three figures could be seen moving twelve feet below in another kind of marble covered hallway. One of them was running ahead of the other two to open up the large doors ahead, while the others were carrying what seemed like a heavy, black wooden trunk sealed with a rusty lock.They were all wearing elaborate garbs consisting of cloaks, hoods and robes in blue and purple, adorned with expensive gold embroidery at its ends and sleeve as well as exquisite jewelry. These were no mere humble monks nor priests, as their fancy robes were all too expensive, not to mention expressive for all intents and purposes.

"Get it loaded in the truck! We need to vacate this building as soon as possible!" Sounded a feminine voice coming from the lead figure who stood by the door and urged the other two to hurry up. If her voice was anything to judge by, she was definitely female, further indicated by her narrower shoulders and broader hips.
She was carrying a long, pointy spear kind of weapon, which was also adorned with various arcane symbols engraved into its silver frame and with a gem positioned inbetween two dual blades sticking out at its top.

"I'm coming *grunt* gah, this is heavy." The second robed stranger would say. Although its figure appeared lithe and feeble, unlike the lead figure, his voice was clearly that of a young male. At his belt hung what looked like a one handed autopistol, alongside a couple of magazines.
"That damned inquisitor picked the worst time to enter this place. We barely finished a single ritual!"

"Ease your mind, young Alpheous. I am quite satisfied with the result of you and your consort." Sounded the playful voice of the third robed figure, who by the sound of it was also a female. But unlike the two other robed figures that she was accompanied with, she stood at least a head and a half over them both! Although she wore the same robes as the two other, her robes looked very small on her unlike the perfect fit the other individuals had on their own clothes, especially around her chest and thigh area where they were pressed against her skin! She was also, unlike the two others, completely unarmed by the looks of it.
"Your pet psyker has some skill, but she would be nowhere without your wisdom, my lord. I owe you a small debt for your help." 

She was helping the young robed man; whom apparently was called Alpheous; carry the trunk, and by the footage, was doing most of the work herself, almost even dragging Alpheous after the trunk! The weight of the heavy trunk barely seemed to bother the tall and mysterious woman at all, as she and Alpheous hurried through the doorway with the chest.

"Enough chatter and get it loaded. You cleaned up everything?" The lead female figure asked, directing her attention at Alpheous.

"Yes... " Alpheous gasped as he and the tall and mysterious woman carried the trunk through the door and down through a maintenance corridor.

"You'll drive. Keys are in the glove compartment." The woman replied as Alpheous and his assistant left the room. As they disappeared, the lead female figure, now alone, would turn to look out across the room below the ventilation shaft. Staring out in the air for a moment, she'd suddenly looked up towards the grate where M4R1-A was hiding, revealing an elaborately decorated golden mask beneath her hood, and two strands of blond hair running out from each side of her hood.

The moment she looked up, the servo skull, M4R1-A would quickly hover to the side, moving away from the grate inside the ventilation shaft. Waiting for a couple of seconds, it would hover back in front of the grate and zoom down into the room.

By now, the mysterious female had disappeared, and the heavy wooden doors whom the two others had left through was now locked shut.

Scanning the room, M4R1-A failed to find anything else of note, before turning its night vision back on and began to hover down through the ventilation shaft, a small message now blinking at the bottom of the projected image reading 'RETURNING TO MASTER VALENTHIN', as the servo skull began to make its way back towards the hall.