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From what she could hear filtering in from the opened hatch atop the armored van, negotiations were going well.  And nobody had a clue here, either, making it a...bit of a dead end.  And then, in short order, the screech of rubber on asphalt, the roar of engines, and the staccato of gunfire.  All hell had broken loose, not that Honoka was there to see it.  

Not directly, anyway.  Bullets struck the van like occasional hailstones of lead.  Only the nose from the impacts got through the armor, to reverberate inside the confined space, but it was still enough to make the girl panic.  In her mind, they were still shooting at [i]her[/i].  It was no surprise she almost jumped a foot out of her seat when the door was flung open and Advent entered.  At least she didn't scream too long.  

"Ah...sorry, you scared me."  Diva grinned sheepishly at the older woman.  "No clue what the plan is, if there is one.  It as bad out there as it sounds?"  She sounded hopeful.  It could always be less of a spectacle.  

She didn't wait for a reply before she got to work on her own.  No way was she going out into the middle of a firefight ,but the nature of her magic didn't need her to.  [url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BM1XXacTSHs]She started singing[/url], and a bright show of shifting lights began to play across the inside of the van.  AS the song grew in strength, the area effected spread our from Diva's position, enveloping the battlefield nearby, and kept going until it eventually faded at the limit of her abilities.  The song itself carried through the spell's area, floating on the ether as surely as if it were broadcast over loudspeakers.  Subtle, it wasn't, but it would at least provide some cover for the Cleaners in the ensuing chaos.