"It's a requirement you go on the surface!"

"I am not removing the mask."

Cionus kept on getting more and more frustrated. Solus was not budging. She couldn't understand what was so important about the mask.

"It's in [i]Las Vegas[/i]. There's no way you can be there without standing out. You'll get pummeled in seconds!" Cionus attempted once more. She knew that he wasn't going to change his mind, but she could at least try one more time.

"I'll watch from afar."

Cionus pondered for a few moments on how he could possibly get in. Suddenly, she was hit by a bright idea.

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"...."

"I have never been more humiliated in my life."

Cionus and Solus were climbing the emergency escape of a boisterous techno night club approximately 100 meters from their intended zone, Solus was covered in Daft Punk stickers. Smugly, Cionus tugged behind him, wearing a small visor.

"I tried to convince you otherwise, but you wouldn't listen." Cionus said matter-of-factly. Finally reaching the roof, they skimmed over at the vast number of beer bottles, cans, and various junk. Groaning, they weaved through the mess, finally finding a vantage point giving good view of the Casino. The flashing neon signs seemed to dullen as the night went on. The flashing lights of the fiasco inside seemed to fall into a pattern, and Cionus slowly dozed on Solus' shoulder. Sighing, he let himself relax. Gently, he removed the visor from her head, set it to the side in the only area that was actually clean, and took off his own mask. Taking a deep breath, he was glad this section of the building was as secluded as it was. He smoothed back his hair, and pushed the mask back on his head. Solus didn't feel like risking the life of the unfortunate individual who may see his face. 

Action. Even from afar, Solus could see the blood spattering everywhere. He nearly swore he could hear the mental laughter of the Asylum. The two were unknown to him; he didn't particularly enjoy the company of other Asylums. However, the other two, were well known. A Chrono Asylum, and one with abilities that were quite similar yet several times more deadly than his. Yet somehow, the importance of meeting them wasn't as urgent to Solus.

"Looks like they are here. The operation must be bigger than I thought." Solus commented, amused.

Looking at Cionus, it was clear she had fallen into a deep sleep. Solus made the easy decision to not wake her; he didn't particularly want to feel guilty while being berated.

Running through a quick debate in his head, he decided not to wake Cionus up, but to rather carry her to the zone. As swiftly as he stood, he jumped down from the roof, Cionus in his arms.

Once he finally reached the target area, he saw the remains of the spectacle in greater detail. The gruesome body was enough to make most men whimper. Solus just glanced at the perpetrator, the Asylum, chatting with the Gemellie. Taking one last look at the grim remains, he glanced at Cionus to make sure she was still sleeping. He brushed her soft, smooth hair to the side, gently leaned her against a wall, and approached the group. 

"Do we know if he was who we were looking for?"