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Tom dusted himself off and stood up, but cursed quietly as his head bumped the ceiling, the space not high enough to accommodate his full height. He looked around at the piles of boxes and trunks, before his eyes flickered back to Grace, looking at her as he crouched back down. [color=SteelBlue]"No problem."[/color] He cursed and then paused for another moment. [color=SteelBlue]"Like hell anything bad is going to happen to them, because we're going to bust them out and then get them the hell out of this fucked up mafia complex. THEN, we're gonna come back with reinforcements and free any other heroes that these sickos may have trapped here!"[/color] He tapped his food as he gave his quiet rousing speech to Grace, but paused as he heard some commotion below. 

Tom crouched down further to the floor, and spotted a small hole big enough to look through. When he did so, he spotted a sight that made his blood run cold - Patty was being forcefully dragged through the corridor below him by a girl with black hair, who he did not recognise at all. He supposed it was just another mobster, but it was odd that they chose this girl to do it, there were surely enough big hulking mafia enforcers to drag Patty. This girl looked about the same size. Something was clearly off here...  but he didn't have time to work out what it was as the two quickly vanished out of sight from the small hole in the floor. Tom sat up, putting his head in his hands for a second. [color=SteelBlue]Fuck... They have Patty. They found her."[/color]

He looked down through the hole again, expecting to see Angie being dragged along a few seconds later. However, all that came out was just a steady stream of heavily muscled informers and old Italian men, no Angie. That must mean she didn't get found out! Well, that was one more ally in Tom and Grace's new mission to bust everyone out. But he had to find a way to get Angie up with them. Tom left the hole alone and started rooting about behind the boxes, off to the direction of the main hall. [color=SteelBlue]"Come on... There's gotta be one, there's no way that this could be the only part..."[/color] Tom didn't let Grace in on what he was looking for, but soon it spoke for itself. After he moved a bright red trunk out of the way, he spotted another hatch at the side of the attic. Bingo. 

Tom leaned down and gave it a tug, which opened it up nicely. Tom then went rooting around in a few of the nearby boxes, looking for a flashlight, eventually finding and old looking one which took a couple of tries to turn on. He then gestured to Grace, and crawled into hatch. The torch revealed that Grace and Tom would find themselves in a massive, dark space which was evidently above the main hall. He could hear a cluster of noise down below, but it was a lot less than before. He shined the flashlight about for another hole, which, luckily he found. He turned it off and looked down it. 

Angie was able to be spotted immediately with her head of jet black hair. Some mobster had his arm around her. Ah, so that's how she was managing to remain in the room undetected, using her powers to make this . Poor Angie though, Tom thought. She must be absolutely hating this right now. Tom was just glad Blake wasn't here, or he was certain that all hell would break lose. Tom stood up and turned to Grace, turning the flashlight on and accidentally shining it in her face for a second. [color=SteelBlue]"Oops, shit, sorry."[/color] He whispered, moving the flashlight back down. 

[color=SteelBlue]"Grace, you need to portal Angie out of there right now."[/color] There was a strong tone of urgency in his voice. [color=SteelBlue]"Please, they won't see where the portal has gone and they'll have no idea we've gone up here, come on Grace, portal her up here, then we can go in and free the rest!"[/color]

[@Hitman]