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[b]Location: Inside Ironworks 
Time: Present[/b]

Odette forced Holt into a retreat and with him the vortex dissipated. Assumingly Specter and The Cowl were on the move now to work against their intruders. The sound of gunfire reached her and knew the witch had entered the facility. Flipping to a few new pages she drew the sigil of Captain Esen, the air sprite. Captain Esen lead Odette’s small legion of spies.

The sorceress needed eyes and information. While she hesitated to call upon fey allies into such a dangerous facility, she was in need of help. They would only be acting as spies as they usually did.

Drawing long spiraling circles in her sigil with a piece of chalk against the concrete wall. She chanted Esen’s name calling out to her ally. The sigil glowed light grays pulsing gently each time she repeated his name. On little smoky wisps of air coiled and formed the apparition of Esen, eyes glowing white against the gray while his youthful appearance betrayed his real age.

Like whispers Esen spoke, “[i]Yes, my Lady Ambassador.[/i]”

“[color=thistle][i]Esen, send whatever spies you have in Lost Haven to me. Ironworks, specifically.[/i][/color]” Odette ordered.

Esen’s figured rippled with fear, “[i]At once My Lady, I humbly hope they do not get poisoned while under your care.[/i]”

“[color=thistle][i]Of course. Please hurry, Esen.[/i][/color]” Odette said and the air sprite’s figure disappeared. 

“[color=darkseagreen]Should we make a lure and start crafting traps, My Lady? It seems the witch is directing his attention to us and hoping to distract.[/color]”

Odette shook her head, “[color=thistle]Not this time. I want to deal with him directly. Rip out his filthy little heart myself.[/color]” She seethed. 

“[color=darkseagreen]You have quite the focus on organs today, My Lady.[/color]” Bach mused.

Meanwhile Esen’s voice carried on the wind to all the local air sprites in Lost Haven. They responded regardless of whom they would be answering to only that a Captain was calling for their assistance. A dozen came to the call flying as fast as the wind could carry them and arrived to Ironworks within five minutes. Their resolve flinching at the sight. The facility rank with poison and again came Esen’s voice to compel them with bravery. They zipped past the arriving figures of metahumans while noting a Champion of Gaia among them. The drones from Icarus deployed to cause a ruckus with the heavily armed men retreating into Ironworks. 

The sprites acted in pairs one would follow and stay connected to the one running to make reports. More sprites flew through the facility gaining stock of both enemy and ally alike. They saw The Cowl making haste at readying his own share of traps and tricks. While no sprite could find the whereabouts of Specter. They came across Joseph sprinting towards Racheli invoking evil eye magic. 

Odette sprinted back the way she came casting an illusion spell to disguise herself as one of the armed men looking rather indistinguishable. Allowing the sprites to guide her and following the subsequent chaos Odette caught up seeing Joseph’s figure disappear down the hallway toward the kilns. Eyes narrowed as she raced on.