> Shrug.
> "We'll find out when get there, I suppose. I wouldn't be surprised if the Kosan team wants to check for last-minute info just in case, though."
>Kasen seems satisfied with that answer, and the two of you proceed toward the elevators. You are both lead through separate doors again, and wait with soldiers surrounding you the room starts to sink. You take a moment to look around and note that, while they are keeping weapons at ready, the soldiers seem to be a bit more relaxed than before. You imagine they'd probably chat among themselves if it weren't probably against some regulation.
>The doors open, and you find yourself back in the familiar and bland halls of the lower floor. You wait a moment for Kasen and the rest to rejoin you, while a few soldiers fan out ahead. Unlike the upper floor, there doesn't seem to be much morning activity here. As you are lead onward, you note a patrol at one point crossing ahead of you. Perhaps they are still looking for Yumemi's group, or trying to keep them from getting back in? About the only other person you see is VIVIT, who is busy sweeping up some broken glass near a door; you imagine there was a fight there. Soon, you see the familiar doors of the huge chamber where you first appeared on all of this mess.
>Heading inside, you find it is still full of many strange vehicles. You suspect that the ones with wheels work roughly like the vehicle that Ruukoto used to smuggle you to and from the palace. Others still mystify you, you have no idea what to make of the sleek and finned vehicles, or the ones with long thin arms on top of them. A number of soldiers are here, keeping watch on the vehicles and patrolling. You suppose you can see why they are focusing on this area, there's certainly a lot of places to hide here, and this is where the Model Seven is kept. You see that particular vehicle has been moved close to one of the walls, and there are a few people gathered around it. There are a few soldiers, and VIVIT among them, and what seems to be a shoddy table. Also there is a tall man in a crisp red uniform, accented with black boots and matching gloves and a flat-topped red hat. His hair is close-cropped and black, standing in defiance of his rather unkempt beard; he bears a few lines of age on his face. He is gesturing toward piece of paper on the table, but stops as he notes the approach of your group. "Verde!" he calls out. "We've been waiting for you."
>"General," says the Agent. "Everything is in order?"
>"The prisoner is under guard inside," says the uniformed man, whom you presume is the General. "No one has seen her being brought here."
>"Good, good," says the Agent, "That makes this easier."
>Approaching the table, you note a large picture spread out upon it; it takes you a moment to resolve it out to be a map; it looks so different than any map you've seen, save for the ones you had viewed with Chiyuri; it's clearly not made by hand, and there is hardly any artistry or life to it at all.
>_
