[b][center]Georgia Rhettland // Retrieval Mission[/b][/center]

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"Is Alyss working on direct orders from the Council?" Georgia asks, ducking back to the room she had entered at to gain confirmation.

"Probably." Derek replies. "They don't tell me shit, hon."

"Someone is getting fed a line of spew..." she mutters back into the link, "Let's hope its not us." 

"Don' worry, I'll keep you safe. I like it when Carolyn smiles, she wouldn't without'cha."

"Good. Keep that promise. I think I've got a good read here... Going to follow it. Advancing ahead before I lose it... And before we get swarmed. The longer we take, the worse this is going to get, we just don't have the time and I know I'm the fastest here."

Georgia takes a deep breath and eyes the security room. She frowns and takes her combat knife out, on edge after hearing the voices as if they were beckoning her towards the double-doored with no knobs. She fixes it on opposite the flashlight as a bayonet and takes a deep breath, realizing the risks of making too much noise here in the mansion. She could draw in who knows what upon herself. It was apparent there were things in here now besides Eve.

That said, she decides against trying to risk the security room. She was alone apparently with no back-up and a scuffle might cause whatever was in the double-door room to break out and come after her... Even worse, her tapping into the system may cause some sort of psychic disturbance that it might apparently sense. So with that in mind, she keeps to what she had told Derek she would do. She would follow the psychic signal that she had picked up that was guiding her down the stairs. It rang similar enough to what she had felt before the jump, so there was enough of a chance that it would lead her to Eve. And at this point, the only way was forward. Standing still in a place like this would just be death.

So silent as she can manage, she clears past the double-doors and security room and makes for the stairs, gun secure in her hands. Georgia angles her light down the stairs, causing the light to bob up and down with each step as she radios in to the rest of her group, “Roman, go with Nathaniel. I'm going down a level, I think I sense the target. Be careful, though... I... I thought I heard a party. And someone there knew my name. There's stuff that can get in your head in here.”