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Samad's stood complete still among the ruins of the white house. A light drizzle fell across the landscape and dampened the surroundings, the darken clouds still menacing them above. His arms had folded across his while a sharp exhale passed through his nostrils. An intense and hot aura seethed through his skin, reflecting his brooding mood underneath. 

[i]He's not here.[/i] 

Elsa's words caught his attention and his eyes snapped to her. She was equally serious and silent, her blue eyes hopped from one fallen form to another. None of the men surrounding them fit the description given to her and her confusion grew. The keepers had secured the location. This meant no individual could escape without ARMO knowing it and they hadn't been informed of such occurrence. The plan hadn't gone according to their expectations since Samad had been denied his prey. It was a sour moment for the man who preferred things to go smoothly and without complications, a fact that happened more often when the Asylum pair worked independently of others. Her hand reached up to touch his arm as a form to silently comfort him. His flesh shuddered underneath her palm and quickly his aura cooled. 

Their moment was interrupted when Angel joined them on the lawn. 

"I doubt he got past the keepers or we would've been notified of a breach. He has to be hiding here, possibly in an underground bunker. We just have to flush him out and I'll take it from there." Samad stated.