[h1]Benjamin Lloyd: Brewing Storm[/h1]

"Fuck." The curse slipped out while BASL's leader stared at where the stairs ended. He could see the edge of the upper third in the wall; with how such things were engineered, he could've gotten a grip and yanked. Locking mechanism would've broken, and the rest should have slid right out. Easy peasy. Not even much Aura needed. Buuuut, busting that lock wouldn't be quiet. And that noise would attract any Grimm that didn't know they were there already. He needed to be quieter than the average Negasi. More like the average Naga. So no forcing it out. Something subtler. Could boost the team up one by one, but that'd make whoever held up the current climber vulnerable on this end. And whoever pulled up the last person vulnerable at the ends. Double vulnerability. No good.

Needed to be quicker. Something with no climbing.

...

"A'right, Bastille, human catapult time. Lauren or Amy, you're up first. Sangue next. Whichever of you's left last. Then Amy's gonna use Unchained Fury to pull me up." Ben stretched almost casually, rolling the shoulder of his throwing arm and cheekily miming a catapult motion. "Step up, step up, and be the first to fly. Unless anyone's got a better plan."