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Martin was glad to see Mela, but when he figured out that the two kids behind her were following...

"Uhh, Mela? What are they doing here?"
He glanced at them again, and sighed. More stuff to think about. This was going to be a quick raid. Just get in there, sneak around, get his amulet back, then leave. A full raid would be done after his primary mission was done.
"Okay, We'll deal with them later. I want you, Mela, to get in here and see if you can work your magic there." He was pointing to an elevator which just opened next to him, completely empty. He walked in a held the Door Open button.
I'm not sure what it is, but I know it's here."

Trevor was walking down the streets of Chicago. These were the streets he knew well. He knew which streets were safe and which weren't. He knew where to go to get what you want.

He turned a corner to end up on a crowded, noisy street filled with young men in collared shirts and young women in slutty dresses. Rush Street.

Rush Street was one of the few streets of Chicago that hadn't changed much over the years. It was still simply a long stretch of nightclubs and bars. It was still filled with alcohol and strippers. But Trevor wasn't interested in debauchery tonight. He was simply hungry. He knew it would not be long before... THERE!

Just in front of him, a man was being thrown out of a nightclub. The man seemed to be in his 30s, which is a little old for the usual nightclub crowd. As the man was thrown out, he stumbled and fell on the ground before proceeding to swear at the bouncers in a garbled manner. He still had a bottle of beer in his hands. Yes, he would do nicely, Trevor thought. But not here. There were too many people here. Trevor would have to follow the man until he is in an emptier place.

The man got up and began wandering aimlessly, still drinking his beer. He stumbled many times and kept rambling in his garbled speech. Finally, he passed out in an empty corner. This is too easy, thought Trevor. He went up to the man and took his wallet. Looking inside, he found.. NOTHING. The wallet was completely empty except for a picture of the man's family. The man had a wife and two very young daughters.

Trevor threw the wallet back down in anger. He would have to try again, if he wanted to eat tonight.

((Yeah, it's not very exciting. But it builds character. And sorry if this is a little too mature, I'm simply trying to introduce Trevor's character in the best way I can. Nothing actually happened, right?))

It didn't take long forthings to start happening. Upon the news that a train had been hijacked, the city police swung into high gear.Soon the tracks ahead ofg the train were blocked, and several police and SWAT units were dispacted. As the train rounded a bend, Pheonix, in the cab, saw the obstruction. He pulled the throttled lever back, but the train didn't slow down much. Seeing that, he shrugged and threw up a barrier around the front of the train. It smashed through the obstruction at full speed, the barrier protecting it from any debris. As police and news helicopters flew overhead, he figured that things were not going so well for them.

Abandoning the cab, he made his way back to the car where his team was. "I think its time we got off this train." The doors had been jammed open since the initail problem regaurding tickets, so the demons just hopped out, one by one. They discovered that hopping out of a moving train was not the best idea. There were a couple of injuries, none of them too severe, but not minor either.

On top of that, some of the helecopters were now circling them, and the police were rushing towards them, screaming something incomprehensible. "Actually, I think its time we made a discreet exit." He yanked on the cord, and ascended up into the gate. His team did the same, disspaering righ before the eyes of the police. The news helicopter got a good angle shot on it too, but they didn't quite believe it. Since this was a major news event, it was being brodcast live, so most of the city, if not the country, saw five men hop off a train, levitate, and dissaper into thin air. It was sure to be the headline story of the New York Times, but of course, the demons wouldn't know anything about that.

((thankee... so what currently goes on IC and where is everyone, etcetera, etcetera...))

When Mela brought down the magical barrier, Edgar thought he saw a bright flash. "Huh, that was pretty." But it was time to concentrate, he didn't know how he could help. But this was getting to interesting to just stay here and do nothing. "Well, we best get moving, times against you if you want to keep it quick and quiet."

((Well, judging by some of the recent posts, I take it most people are in a city of some sort?))

"Mmm..." Ciel mused aloud,looking around. So this was the supposedly "boring" dimension, eh? What th' heck were people talking about!? Look at all this weird stuff! ... Of course, he had never actually seen a city of this magnitude before, so perhaps his enthusiasm was a bit excessive... still, he had to check this place out...

Trevor was now walking down quieter Chicago streets, cursing his luck. He was hungry and tired. It was very dark where he was now. Once in a while, cars darted by on the streets, their bright headlights momentarily lighting up the roads.

Suddenly, as Trevor passed a small alley, a voice cut through the darkness. "Hey!" Trevor immediately realized who it was. "Hey! Hey, that you, Trevor? Come fight me, street boy! Come fight me!"

Trevor started running away as quickly and quietly as he could. But it was too late. Before he got far, a hand reached up and grabbed him by the shirt collar. Before he knew it, he was lying flat on his back, breathing hard. Five men immediately surrounded him. They started laughing, belittling him. Trevor looked up and faintly saw the face of their leader.

Bryan Crux. The man who has had bad blood with Trevor since Trevor had saved the life of a man Bryan was mugging. That was a very long time ago. Bryan was by himself then, and Trevor was still trying to make an honest living back then. Trevor had defended the innocent man by beating Bryan off. But now, Trevor himself was often doing much the same thing that he had stopped Bryan from doing so many years ago. And now, Bryan traveled with his group of similar criminals. Trevor had run into him a number of times during the few years since their initial encounter, and had managed to survive through each of them.

A swift kick to the stomach brought Bryan back to attention. "What now, street boy? What you gonna do now?"

QUickly, Mela handed them each a small brightly-colored glass ball (much like an ornament)"Put these on and follow close behind me. This should make us stay unessen and unnoticed for about three minutes. We'll need t to find Martin's object and be out by then... And don't make any noise." Whispered Mela as she stepped through the doorway. Around them seemed to be the most.... ordinary workroom in the history of the world. Cubicles stretched out as people busily and quietly walked from one side of the room to the other, holding documents and a bored expression on their faces.

"Darnit, I can't believe I missed this barrier." Waving her hands and casting the spell again, the facade melted, revealing a huuuuuuuge area in front of them (much huger than the building itself could ever hold). The room was lit by lanterns and floating lights as the sound of ragged guffaws of laughter reached their ears. Smells of rum and body odor plagued their noses as they became immediately lost in the tangle of very cliched-ly garbed pirates. Really, it was everything an earth cliche would describe a pirate - and a pirate hideout - to be. o___o Inhaling deeply, Mela motioned for them to follow as she stepped into the wooden room, being extra careful not to bump into anybody as she went.