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Well it was certainly good that only one person had access to this. The carnage the mark wielders could wreak if they simply wanted to cause chaos was immense. Massacring entire skyscrapers, civic buildings, the entirety of the Thremont lord’s school she had attended, the possibilities were endless and terrifying. The question was, and she should probably thought of the question before she was half way between Cash’s residence and Wirefort, was whether the sources in Cash’s notebook could have been found by others researching the incident as well. Obviously Cash had knowledge of the existence of nightmares was an advantage in his research but someone could potentially find this out now that the symbol and incident existed to provide a starting point. 

As with before Advent was falling behind, though now that they were in the darker bits of the city she had the luxury of using one of her seekers to keep track of the others and find her shortcuts. With how bad the traffic was her lower to speed was made up with the ability to take side streets and weave recklessly through through traffic. Apart from one instance where she had to use the seeker to scare off a bunch of muggers in a dark ally the tactic was successful in letting here keep up.

It was through that seeker, currently hugging a shadow on the side of one of the buildings, that she heard the conversation as she caught up with the two vehicle convoy.  She had pulled the gas mask over her face before arriving on the scene as a vague attempt to protect her identity, a habit from back when she was doing the run for info at the Necronomicon. Hopping of the bike a little distance away and calmly wheeling the it towards them in an nonthreatening manner. Arriving just as End gave her muttered comment

As someone who had invented the art biological firearms basically from scratch advent felt that what Blitz was selling was better odds of actually hitting the target. Just chucking projectiles out as the overly complex Courtlandt Holdings SMGs did was not the right way to make a weapon for someone who could aim. Then again it was unlikely those goons could aim, but at this range it would hardly matter. She tired her best to ignore the varicose small arms pointed their way.

“[color=ACE7EA]Bigger is better if you want to actually hit something though.[/color]” 

She muttered to End through the mask. Then she leaned against the side of the armored vehicle while the arms dealer and the assassin did their vague negotiate strategy. Personally she would have just told them they were here to do some information brokering, but she did not exactly look like someone worth talking to in her field medic getup. Not that Painstalkers exactly had a look per say, but putting on a street magic performance to prove she was the real deal was more trouble than it was worth. 

“[color=ACE7EA]You all doing alright in End's metal box?[/color]”

She asked End's passengers, trying to take her own and their minds of the danger. All they could do was wait to see how the thugs reacted. Her various minions where stationed around the nearby sewer exits in case taht reaction was to start shooting.