"Screeeek! Password."

Macario grimaced as he went down the mazey paths. Echoes from the bird seemed to peter out as Macario went onward, but the halls filled with goods (and the occasional unconscious Quartz goon) seemed to blend into each other.

"Just keep going left, keep going left..." Macario decided. But before long that dumb parrot started screeching at him. Stopping, he looked up to the raised ceiling and called, "Shut up!"

"Screeek! Password! Or I'm telling Head! Screeek!"

"I don't care you dumb bird!"

"I know you are but what am I?"

Macario let out an exasperated sigh. This was really happening. Still, it looked like there was no sign of either Chester or his briefcase down here: just a bunch of guys who understandably didn't want him snooping around. He did pass a window to some kind of quartermaster desk earlier but there wasn't anyone there. Maybe he should go ask for help? Yeah, that'd go over well.

"Screeek!" cried the red and yellow parrot, which swooped down in front of him. Macario growled before snapping at it, clamping down on its beak with his teeth, snapping it shut. Macario shook his head before spitting it, watching as it flailed away. Macario spit, grumbling, "Annoying animal."

Looking a bit closer at the nearby walls, he noticed a slightly loose covering to a crate, underneath a pile of things, but on closer inspection the debris wasn't actually holding the crate lid down: Macario slid it out with no trouble. "Hmm?"

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"Oh, nice view," Lina noted. Turning from the big window in Goldenrod's empty office, Lina looked to the desk to see a familiar briefcase resting underneath. Pulling it up, she opened it to find the...they weren't dick drawings but they weren't too far off. Whatever they were it was Macario's. Taking it in one hand and her sword in the other, she stepped back outside, wondering if her idiot would come to her. For now she'd just head back down...