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For all their sanctimonious drivel, these rebels were certainly harder taskmasters than either of the vampires he'd had the pleasure or displeasure of serving. Quinn could remember faces, names; all of that was to be expected, but that commander had thrown him in front of a map for barely enough time to even read the first label and then expected him to retain [i]anything[/i] about the operation. While he listened to the briefing too, mind. At least his fellow infiltrators seemed to have their bearings. Quinn had resigned himself to simply follow along until they found a wall they needed to scale or they wanted a quick getaway route. Not that he had any clue where the extraction point was aside from a vague direction of 'west'.

His unease only grew worse once they'd paused. It was necessary, he knew, to discuss a course of action rather than blunder in carelessly, but every moment he spent in stillness was another moment he had to truly analyze his surroundings. Skeleton crew or not, he was in enemy territory, just waiting for them to stumble upon him. Worse, the place gave him the creeps. It reeked of death and felt like the setting of a cheesy horror movie, like some horrifying abomination born from the tortured soul of a former inmate would burst forth from a cell any minute now and drag him away.

Wait, someone was talking. He was supposed to focus on that. The girl - Lyra, she was important, probably had authority - suggested they check the execution room first. That was... down? The map was hazy in his mind, but she mentioned 'upward' in specific, which suggested it was below them. Probably to let the blood drain off. Dedicating a whole room just to killing surely meant they employed methods more complicated (and doubtlessly more morbid) than simply putting a [i]celepertien[/i] through their temple and calling it a day. That would definitely be the site of the horror movie scene. Or worse, the executioners could still be inside. They needed to hurry up and save those three people, then! Unless they were executed in their cell- Oh, orders!

But she just called him Quintus. Understandable, given she'd probably just been given his name by whoever bothered to keep track of the roster in Caeli, but it put him on edge all the same. His eyes drifted to the camera that swiveled dangerously close to their position. Someone could be listening. He didn't want to be Quintus while he consorted with these upstart terrorists. It wasn't exactly a common name, and it would take more than dyeing his hair a stupid color to erase himself. He couldn't be seen next to enemies of the state looking like [i]her[/i]. Preferably, he'd never be seen at all, but if he was, he could be Quinn, not Quintus, and [i]never[/i] Contarini. Though arguing about it [i]here[/i] of all places just seemed counter-intuitive. He hoped it didn't catch on.

[color=a366ff]"I can do that. Just know it might affect your gait a little, so if you're still feeling clumsy after the first couple steps, let me know and I'll stop the spell,"[/color] he warned quietly. The lavender-haired mage broke his gaze away from Lyra and shifted it to the other mage she'd motioned to briefly. He met his eyes for hardly a second, then lowered his gaze to the blond's feet. Right, he wouldn't need to account for the vampires. So, just three. Plus the prisoners, assuming they could even walk. If not, he'd probably be the one carrying them unless the Astorio volunteered. Quinn certainly wasn't going to be the one to ask.

Quinn's hands found each other in front of his waist, fingers intertwining and shifting about each other as he planned his next move. If he made them too light, they'd just bounce away, but if he didn't make them light enough, it would defeat the purpose of the magic. His hands broke apart and moved upward in a lifting motion toward Caspian and Lyra. They'd feel a faint floatiness come over them, as if they were submerged in a pool. Their clothes sat a little bit lighter on their frame and their hair puffed up the tiniest bit as the earth's grasp on them receded at Quinn’s urging.

[color=a366ff]"There. Try it out. I assume the cameras are all pointed downward too, so we could probably crawl past them on the ceiling if we need to."[/color] He assumed the detention level would have the least amount of blind spots, but the execution room was a toss-up.

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