Heirnymus smirked to himself as she gave her deadpan question. "Well truth be told I was expecting a bit more information out of the Adeptus Arbites on the whereabouts of the gangers, but as we have no better leads that is essentially what I plan to do." he said, strapping the hilt of his weapon along his leather belt, and pulling his ragged 'adept' cloaked over it. It concealed the weapon surprisingly well. "I'll also give you leave to use your powers a bit more...liberally to aid in our search. I'm sure you would agree that would be wise." 

They seemed well fitted for their journey below, and made their way back to the aircar, receiving Herold Ortega's vox channel along the way so they could contact him at any point. "I took the liberty of checking where the largest...conflicts have occurred in recent years in the lower hive and decided to investigate further to see if there was a pattern, and from what I can gather there is a rough one. Usually they will happen in the central courtyards along the exits that lead to the upper levels." 

"So we need to go where it is likely to be the most dangerous?" Silvana asked, her tone neutral. 

"You say that like you didn't expect that to be the case," he replied, and they drove off out of the Arbites Headquarters and into the packed lanes that fed into the lower hive. Oddly enough, once they reached the edge of the rode, Heirnoymus could see that the aircars that wished to descend had to park, as great lifts would ferry people to and from the lower levels, with heavy guard at each lift to keep the gangers from ascending into the middle hive. Fully decked in carapace armor, the angel forge insignia of the emblazoned hammer upon their breasts. 

"Business in the lower hive?" 

Heironymus fed them his adept of the administratum credentials, and after some bewildered looks by many of the other civilians on why they wished to descend, they were allowed to and soon found themselves in a near perpetual state of light and darkness, the lift unlit save for the reactors they would pass occasionally as they went lower and lower for miles. There was the faint scent of gas in the air, though what kind Heironymus could not quite make out. Soon their lift began to rumble and shake as they began to slow, and within moments it struck the floor none-too gently, with the blast doors opening to reveal a countrysized shanty town of decaying buildings and small, pieced together homes and dens surrounding a central statue of what looked to be an adeptus astartes of the Blood Raven chapter, though by now it was hidiously disfigured and full of graffiti and rust. 

A conglameration of humans, both rough and weak looking lurked at the edges of their version or perched along the stone floor of the courtyard, huddled or bickering, fighting for bits of technology. Heironymus could see a few mutants as well. Men with an extra arm or a 4th ear along their neck. 

"Welcome to the lower hive," an elder said, slumped against the wall next to the opening. Further inspection revealed he had rat-like teeth and was missing a leg. 
[@Penny]