[center][h1]Hellscapers![/h1][/center]
	Although it was pretty impossible to tell what time it was in hell considering there was no sun, Manus provided natural light, and fluctuated like the light on earth. Taking that into consideration, it was about dusk. The light of hell began to wane, the general surroundings darkening just a bit, and a more pinkish tint enveloping it all like a blanket of flesh. Once all was said and done and everyone was on the run it would be night, or a close approximation.

Currently, the group known to our narrator as the "Hellscapers" was approaching the "Hell Penitentiary for the Insane or Stupid." Run by the Cambion named Nefas, this was their target for the night. Break in, get Betty, break out. It was a decently sized building, nothing huge exactly, but it was large enough to hold those who Nefas thought didn't deserve to be roaming around on his streets. Currently, visitor hours were over, no people entering or leaving it seemed. The group likely wouldn't be able to go past the small entry room without attracting attention. And bullets. There were also surely a guard or two in said entry area, so if they wanted to talk, they'd ought to do it on the way there.

[color=9e0b0f]"Hey."[/color] Crackled the speakers of the group's Dataslabs to their owners. It was Barkeep, judging by the voice, who would be providing support from his bar. Though the group probably couldn't keep checking their slabs, he could. At least, that's what he told them when he insisted he stay behind. Still, the small pistol and slightly cracked Dataslab he provided Kritch would make him invaluable in getting to Betty.

[color=9e0b0f]"Are you guys getting close?"[/color] Barkeep asked, no anxiousness in his voice, almost as if he was asking a friend if they were near a meet up spot. [color=9e0b0f]"Tell me once you get in, and be sure to stick to the plan, okay? Nefas is one tough customer, and as weak as some of those guards are, them ganging up could get one of sneakier you guys."[/color]

With that, his voice cut out, done with the thought. The prison again got bigger, more menacing, taking up more of the horizon as it was approached. If one wanted to back out, now would be the time. But the Hellscapers weren't the kind of people who backed down easy. Or backed down at all. They were the kind of people who sought what they craved and satisfied themselves. Yes, maybe even in [i]that[/i] way. Looking at you, Deprave.

Anywho, who's ready to escape hell?