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[center][b][color=007236]Level[/color][/b]: 1
[b][color=007236]Day/Time[/color][/b]: Day 3 - Morning
[b][color=007236]Location[/color][/b]: The Save Point
[b][color=007236]Tag[/color][/b]: [@Majoras End][@Guardian Angel Haruki][@Holy Soldier][@DracoLunaris]
[color=007236][b]Experience:[/b][/color] ////////// (0/10) 
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Now Taric was getting the idea: the massive man with a pompous sense of fashion offered to lower down a few out the window in order to establish various vantage points. Yes, that could work, especially when Shantae had...done whatever she had, most likely some sort of magic that existed in her universe and made her way outside. Now, if only they could get someone else outside, someone suitable for the job. 

James was having none of it, making his objections loud and clear as he did something Bentley never, ever had heard in his whole life; he sweared. Well not something really bad, but it was still harsher than any cursewords they had around where Bentely was from. The green turtle rolled his wheelchair around to face the Guardian, clearly taken back by the fact that he was being told what plan HE was to follow, not one he made himself! 

[color=007236]"...why do things never go 100 % according to plan? What are the mathematically odds?"[/color] Bentley questioned himself quietly, deciding not to push the issue against James who clearly was not having any of their spying. 

Bentely, now left with his new crew minus James and Shantae, noticed Sparx flying to the window Taric had already opened, speaking to them. [color=007236]"Well if we're waiting, might as well take the time to do what little recon we can do from up here."[/color] Bentley said as he rolled the wheelchair over to said window, scootching in beside Taric and activating one of his many gadgets: The Binocucom - a magnificent piece of engineering that combined bincoulars and communications. The device that looked like a fancy, high-tech pair of binoculars, popped out of Bentley's arm-rest and extended in front of his eyes. [color=007236]"Hey Charger! If you have a comm-link like James said, I can connect my Binocucom to your communications. More means of communications are always better, right?"[/color] Bentley said to Charger, the floating robot with what appeared to be a highly advanced A.I. with a personality-module. Oh yes, he was going to ask James persmission to check Charger if he could. 

Bentley witnessed pretty much the same scene as Sparx: the hooded figure jumped, leaped and sprinted further and further away from them. [color=007236]"Sparx is right, guys. He's getting away! We got to do some..."[/color] Bentley added to Sparx comment, before he his in peripheral vision saw something else. He slowly looked upwards through the window, even sticking his head out further and further to see what it was. [color=007236]"...Guys? You wouldn't happen to know where there is a massive airship just floating above the city?"[/color]