[center][img]https://cdn.discordapp.com/attachments/392257844256440322/1058612497462071306/48c9191838572d0477a6d8b42f5014b8.png[/img][sub][color=2471A3]February 2nd, 531 - 11:50 am[/color][/sub][/center][hr]

Caspian was still getting used to being a part of the 'Shadow Corps'; a nickname of sorts that he and his fellow friends had come up with back at his home base before he'd been relocated. A part of him missed the Vanguard, sure he wasn't a front line fighter, but their commander wasn't anything like the one here. Every mission seemed as dire as the one before, whether it was a supply mission, rescue ops, or simply an escort. The Shadowmancer seemed intent on drilling as much information into a short briefing as he could. Caspian, ofcourse, did his best to follow along, taking in keynotes of interest and making sure to commit the faces to memory. As much as he wanted to write it all down, he knew it would be a liability. He couldn't risk any intel getting out of their plans, hell's even the ink and paper he wrote on could be a potential giveaway. 

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Lyra seemed quick to dismiss the interrogation rooms, and while she wasn't wrong that the chances were slim they'd still be interrogating three months in, it didn't mean that they couldn't be hidden within those walls. At least one of the three survivors could have the mental fortitude to keep their mind and mouth shut, and they couldn't simply rule any of their options out without proof. As she continued to speak, Caspian placed three fingers down gently against the floor. As his index, middle, and thumb pressed against the cold concrete, he felt the water around them, pooling it into a small disc roughly six inches in diameter. A small droplet about an inch wide plopped upwards and floated until it hit the ceiling. If Quin was correct and the cameras looked down only, then an aerial search was their best bet.

Caspian ran the sensor along the top until it hit the space just above the door, slipping it through as he began to inspect the interrogation rooms ahead. Images of what the drop was seeing was displayed against the small pool before him. He focused on his search, one room down and empty three more to go. Suddenly his clothes felt lighter, his body shifted as if he was nothing but air. Caspian looked up towards Quinn, giving him a surprised smile before offering his hair a small tussle. [Color=2471A3]"Neat trick, it works like a charm. I agree, the ceiling might be to our best advantage if we're going to avoid detection."[/color] he agreed before his attention was drawn back towards the small pool. Another room scanned and done.

[Color=2471A3]"Two out of the four rooms have already been checked while we've been having this conversation. Both empty, if we're going to make our way towards the execution chamber then let's go ahead and make it. Every second spent discussing who likes who is a second lost towards their rescue."[/color] Caspians tone was calm, soft, and leveled. He'd done nothing [i]but[/i] stealth missions, and already there seemed to be tension amongst three of their party. If they couldn't work together and keep themselves in check how were they going to expect to pull this off? [Color=2471A3]"Eve, Astorio, can either of you climb walls unaided? It would help if one of you could take point to listen up front while the other covered the rear. But if you can't climb up with us…"[/color]