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Farran trods tiredly through the dark woods, pressing his vest against his face gingerly. He takes it off for a second, examining the red blotches now staining the tan fabric, and licks his lips automatically. A new tang of blood floods his taste buds, and he grimaces more at the flavor than at the feeling of his numbing face.

The sound of heavy footsteps draws his attention back up, and he sees a trio of black-clad, booted soldiers in front of him. The middle one shines his flashlight right at the Huntsman, causing him to raise an arm to shield his eyes from the bright glare.

"Vorcha's here, Farran. He wants to see you," the soldier growls.

Farran waits for him to explain more, but the pointed silence that follows tells him that there's nothing else forthcoming. The bare skin on his back prickles a little bit, but whether it is from the wind or the words, Farran isn't sure. Faceless goons like these ones have always given him a bad vibe. But after a moment, he shrugs, returning to his typical careless persona.

"Whatever you say, man. Lead the way."

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Titania stands at the cliff's edge, surveying the evergreen canopy beneath her with some trepidation. The wreck of the truck is still billowing smoke into the air, but other than the obvious site of the crash, there are no other visual clues to point her towards a place to start tracking Nobel.

She shifts her weight, preparing to slide down the cliff. A few loose rocks tumble loose from the dirt's edge, but before she can actually make a move, she is alerted to the rumbling sound of motorcycle engines pulling up behind her. Titania turns around, where two riders have parked a few paces behind her. They remain planted on their bikes. One of them clears his throat.

"Director Vorcha is onsite, Titania. He wants to see you and Farran right now," the rider says.

"The doctor is still unaccounted for," Titania responds calmly, turning back to the sea of trees. "As is his assistant."

"We got the girl," the rider replies, and with her back turned, he misses Titania's quick change of expression. "The rest of the men are fanning out around the perimeter as we speak. Nobel won't be able to get away alone."

There's a long pause as Titania remains poised over the cliff, unmoving. And then, suddenly, she is striding quickly towards the riders. There is no hint of any emotion on her features as they watch her.

"Alright. Take me to Director Vorcha, please."