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— Imperial Warren => Tokyo —[/center]

As Misaki left Ben stood still for a heartbeat and then slashed his hand through the air, dissolving the portal. The mage stood for a minute and then noticed that, along with not remembering where he had been before ending up in this strange work, he had no idea when he had last eaten.

Quick Ben took several dozen steps, picturing in his mind what he wanted and then slashed his hand through the air again without breaking pace. He emerged on a street that wouldn't have looked too terribly out of place in Itko Kan, if one ignored the massive buildings that rose above the food stalls that lined the streets.

Now Ben was faced with another problem. He was certain he had none of the money that they might use in this place.

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— Rikers Island Prison, NYC —[/center]

To throw themselves across the bridge would cause a fantastic massacre, both for the police on the other side and the escapees. Unfortunately his manpower was limited or he would do just that. Instead he left the room, closing the door behind himself. Flagg lifted his hood and disappeared around the corner, quite literally, as he quickly drew a doorway on the wall and stepped through it.

The Walking Man emerged from a phone booth on the far side of the bridge, chuckling softly.