[b][center]Tristans Quarters[/center][/b]

	Tristan narrowed his eyes as a cold smile came to his lips, letting the fear leave his features as he looked at Srath and then Ailen; looking them over for a moment before chuckling. “You have no idea what is going on do you?” he asked rhetorically. “I will give you this, I had nothing to do with the mines,” he said in a cool voice as he looked over towards Srath. “That was just icing on the cake to know that little bitch was in there when it happened. I hope those mines drive her completely insane,” he said as he looked over towards Ailen for a moment. “Go ahead, do what you are going to do. I know it won’t matter what information I give you, you have already decided what you are going to do to me but know this. The worse you make it for me, the worse it will be for you soon enough, for this planet, for this tower and especially for that little wench from Earth,” he said as he locked eyes with Ailen.

	“Any ways, why would I tell you anything? Bones heal, bruises fade, and revenge is eternal” he added before going silent. Tristan just turned his head and looked way from both of them. Whether he knew anything or not was not apparent but in the coldness of his voice he did at least speak one truth. He had nothing to do with the Mines but he had enjoyed the show and he planned on enjoying several more before his life ceased. GTC had orders that he was to arrive alive, that was standard procedure.  “So why don’t you two do your job and transfer me.”

Up in the Mor Craig had received the word and turned off the duffers that had kept Tristan in check since his arrest before he went to the monitors and brought everything up live throughout the Tower. Thanks to Marx, another 30% of the tower was able to see what was about to happen. Craig sat down in his seat and propped his feet up as he watched. He wasn’t one for torture or interrogations, but he knew Tristan had this coming and it would hopefully show any that were watching that had any ideas of crossing a line to continue like this were going to need to rethink their position. 


[b][center]The Safe Room[/center][/b]

	Silvia waited for Karras to move out of the way and get something to cover his mouth and nose. Once he had she nodded towards him. “Just, no matter what happens, don’t move,” she warned as she looked over to the Black Crystal that was there and it began to hover slightly, moving over to her side. With one hand she began to spin what she had created on one finger as the other hand rested on the crystal itself, giving her direct contact with it; a gentle hum coming from her lips to cause a resonance from it as her eyes glazed over. Flicking her wrist slightly the device flipped up into the air spinning rapidly and drove itself into the ceiling above her as she her arm held up directing it. It cut through the steel that was the roof of the room, sending a sparks floating down around her before the sparks faded and were replaced by dust as the cutting implement she had created cut more and more into the rock face. The deeper it cut the more her knees began to buckle; not from the controlling the make shift drill but from the weight of the cave above them she was having to hold in place while it did. 

Dust began to fill the room as she worked, sweat beginning to form on her skin as her body trembled slightly. Suddenly the section she was cutting out began to fall towards her but it was stopped a foot before it crashed into her by a dark telekinetic plate that formed between her and the falling stone piece that was a solid cylinder packed together of the cave in from above. Her hair seemed to whip in a nonexistent wind as a crimson hue began to form around her, blood dripping from her nose, ears and eyes. A deep breath was drawn and she screamed out as she thrust herself up from buckling knees to stand straight and the rock shot upward, being launched out above them and leaving a hole that was cut through to the surface several hundred feet above them. It shattering into dust once it was clear of the mine and fresh air from above rushing into the room now that the path was clear. 

Slowly she sank to her knees, her hand leaving the crystal as her eyes became clear once again. She coughed up some blood and groaned deeply before rolling over and laying down on her back. “Okay, give me a moment and we can get out of here,” she said as she looked at the hole. They had no rope and the surface was smooth from where she cut. The sound of the mining implement she had created could be heard as it landed on the surface above. She would have to lift them both out of the mine but right now she needed to catch her breath and focus on stopping the bleeding. 

Back at the Mor Gwen shot out of her seat as she watched the mine and saw something explode into dust over the Mine. Running over to the com she opened the channel. “Rescue, get to the mines! Storm is clear and something just exploded over the mines!” she announced to the Tower in general. “Marx, go find her,” Gwen added in private com to him where he was working on the cameras. Dropping his tools he ran off towards the dock for the Moles.