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[h3]St. Peterburgh, Russia
-- // JANUARY, 23[/h3]
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Getting into the Hermitage was easy. Just a bit of wall scaling, a bit of finesse with her corrosion, and sneaking about. While three took the first floor, she had made her initial entrance point on the third. Better to split up like that and meetup in the middle, but this was odd. So very odd. Walking briefly through the hallways of the third floor, she expected something. Any sort of defenses, but there was none to start with, which more than spooked eleven. Gave her a bad feeling, twitchy feeling, moreso than usual. Like being locked in a pitch-black room.

[color=a36209]"Keh..."[/color] She exhaled, lowering the mask around her face slightly, grinding her teeth together. No reason to keep that up here. Suppressing her powers was always unpleasant. Like sucking in her breath to fit into some clothing and holding it indefinitely. She could get used to it, but it was always annoying. With a long, pleased sounding sigh of relief, the cloud of Miasma around Eleven began subtly growing thicker. It'd take a few minutes to get up to a decent resting place, but for now she wanted to find good access to the ventilation.

She had been skulking about long enough to find the central air unit. Pumping this entire building full of toxic air would be easy, all she'd need to do was - The lights in the building flashed on. Music began playing. She quickly glued her back to a wall, staying just out of sight. What the hell? One of Eleven's eyes opened wide, while the other remained in a squint as she stared at the animatronics springing to life, the robotic soldiers quickly forming up and patrolling the floor in a group of five. A perfect formation, with each watching another back, covering their flanks. Finding a good position to just take one out quickly and quietly wasn't going to be an option, and fighting directly was going to be...implausible. Not without a bit of help from three.

Hissing lightly, Eleven retreated. That armor looked thick and heavy, too, so simply weakening it a bit enough to penetrate it was going to be difficult. What sort of security was this? It certainly wasn't normal...but that was fine, and she really didn't want to fight a walking mass of metal. She just needed to evade, wait for them to be weakened and then deliver to them a swift death. She was quickly becoming hungry [i]and[/i] angry. Clicking her tongue impatiently, she moved swiftly into the room where she had located the central Ventilation.

They had just checked the room, so she had a few moments to give this a try this. If those things were everywhere, then being able to give three a bit of an easier time would be for the best, and if there was some mastermind here, it'd spook him as well, hopefully.

So Eleven got to work.

ripping off the ventilation covers, she began pumping the toxins into the vents. The mist around her swirled as she inhaled, taking a large breath of air before exhaling. A thick stream of mist left her mouth, forcing its way into the central ventilation duct. Eventually even the pipes would corrode if they were exposed long enough, but it should be enough to deliver a fairly large dose to everywhere in the Hermitage.