The ground shook lightly under Lina's feet. She started to descend the stairs but now she wasn't so sure. It must have been Macario getting into a fight but...if it was with those three from earlier then he'd need help, right? Taking a breath, she grabbed her rifle, rarely used, before making her way down. --- One hand patting the outside of his pants pocket, Macario kept going, but at this point he was lost. The windy passages without landmark had become too indistinguishable, so he resigned to turning left. Thankfully, he returned to the quartermaster desk he'd seen earlier, and better yet, there was someone there: a crotchety looking old man. Stomping up, Macario growled, "Hey!" Thumping his arm on the stone above the window, he demanded, "You guys took a briefcase from me: I want it back!" The man didn't move. Macario leaned down, hissing, "Hey, I'm serious, don't play with me." Macario blinked as the man pulled out a spiral bound pad of paper. Flipping through, he showed one page to Macario through the window. [b]3 in stock.[/b] "...I want [i]my[/i] briefcase, asshole!" Flip flip flip. [b]Everything on this floor is my property until transaction is made.[/b] "Let me see the briefcases then!" [b]Preview of goods is not allowed. Look with your hands, not your eyes.[/b] "That's backwards you..." Spotting a nearby door, he growled, "I'm coming in." As Macario turned to the door, there was a knock on the window. Flip flip. [b]Refusal to comply with protocol means sensitive goods will be destroyed.[/b] Macario gnashed his teeth. Looking into the window deeply, he was pretty sure there was no one else but him in the room, so he just needed to...knock out the man in one hit? ...He thought about it, but he couldn't move his hand. Macario sighed. "How much for the briefcases?" He pulled out a scrap of paper. Skrtch skrtch. [b]Hundred thousand beli each.[/b] "THAT'S SEAWAY ROBBERY YOU OLD FART." Macario pulled his fist back. He was [i]really[/i] reconsidering is ideals... --- Kuhn was surprised by the shaking inside of the building. He wanted to find out: he was gonna make his way down there soon enough. But first, he had to swing by Goldenrod's office to get his vouchers. The humiliation of needing to ask for such a simple thing as living was enough to almost break his spirit. Then again, there was one thing that always picked his spirits back up. Pretty girls. And as luck would have it, a girl he recognized was in the building. Kuhn would normally pull his gun on a intruder, but not on this one. She didn't see him as he walked around the corner: he caught her in the reflection on the window, a trick he often used in combat to know how many foes were around a corner. He smiled as he made his way around the corner, graciously moving out of the way, so they would not walk into one another. He put his arm in front of her and smiled, warmly, resting on the wall. "Hi there, little lady. What are you doing in this cesspit of a mansion? Need new cannons? Maybe a new rifle? Something made in dis century?" Lina hopped back, mouth contorted into a grimace. Eyes widening, she pointed a finger. "You!" After a moment, her eyes glanced down to her rifle, but it still wasn't pointed in Kuhn's direction. She never took as well to guns as she did to blades... After a moment, Lina closed her eyes, upturning her nose and looking away, displeased. "Hmph." Kuhn grinned, taking a match step backwards, and pointing his thumb back at himself. "Me!" He let out with a smile. A move that usually worked on the ladies. His grin faded rather quickly, though, as he seemingly recalled where he were, and what urgent mission he had on his plate. "You can't be here, this is a restricted area. If any of the guards would find you, you would be in trouble. You're not much of a fighter, not with a ancient rifle and a all but dull blade." Lina insisted, "I can handle myself. I'm better with a sword than you are with women, I can say for sure." "Then you would be da fiercest warrior on all six seas." Kuhn retorted. "Whitney says otherwise." Kuhn's posture changed, and he frowned. "I think you're an all right girl, so I'm gonna ignore you said that. You have to leave, now. Your [i]friend[/i] is not coming back. Goldenrod will put his claws in him, and he'll never be da same." Kuhn told him, walking past Lina. Purposely bumping into her with his shoulder, sending her to the floor. "Forget about him, and your money. Get out with your life." He said, heading towards the office. [i]Speaking of lives, I have to save mine.[/i] Footsteps fading, Lina didn't dare get up until Kuhn was gone. Huffing, she finally stood up, growling, "What's his deal!?" Moving to head forwards, she realized that she was about to head down, but the upper parts hadn't been fully cleared, though Kuhn was around. She sure wasn't leaving, but... Reaching the staircase, she noticed an open doorway with another, smaller staircase heading up. Lina wasn't sure what else about it was different, but she imagined that it was a good place to hide something. Heading through the doorway, she headed up. Just as she reached another door, she heard a voice...singing? Gingerly, she creaked open the door. "Bid farewell to kidney town! Say so long to liver owned. Sing a song, it won't be long, before we're running off! Nab the gold and silver coins, wallets filled with easy gains. Day'n night to our delight, the profits never end!" The song sounded really familiar but also off. Still, it sent chills down her spine as she caught a scent she'd caught going by the mortician's as a child. There was a clattering of metal tools as Jeko worked over a table. There were a number of jars with things Lina didn't want to describe, but they made her stomach turn. As Jeko stepped away from his freshly organized table, he stopped down, seeming to grasp at the air. Scratching his head, he then stood, turning to the door, eyes locking with Lina's peek. "If the bottom door is open, it means no one's supposed to come in, little trespasser." Before Lina could try to scramble away, Jeko yanked his hand. Lina felt a slight bit in her ankle, looking down to see a string loop around her ankle. With another yank, Jeko pulled, causing Lina to lose her balance and fall, being forced to push through the door. Her yellow sun hat flopped off her head and her rifle clattered to the ground. Hands twitching like the legs of a spider, Jeko grinned, laughing with a glee that made Lina retch. "The rule is that if a Quartz goon comes in, I get one organ, but a trespasser means it's a full house!" Lina felt her face pale. Maybe Kuhn had a point after all...