Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-25924729-20151120095928/@comment-25924729-20151124003637

As they returned back to Beacon, Zhu-li immediately devoted all her resources to tracking Asper, even the more covert ones her teammates didn't know about. CATSAI, professional hacking skills and even calling in a few favors from her servants/tech wizards in the Crystal Garden.

Of course, she had to do this in private, Kinaver and Asper didn't need to know about the ANGELs just yet. Even then, it was a miracle that she managed to trace him at all. The result was a faint dying signal, appearing and vanishing on and off.

''Wait for me, i'm coming. I will find you...''

To continue the ruse, she sent the signal to Kinaver, pretending it was his scroll that picked it up by sheer luck. She rejoined her team, feigned surprise at the signal and obseved "It's weak, but steady... seems to be coming from near the East end of the city. We should go over to check it out?"

She knew the closer they were, the stronger the signal would become. It was like Asper was a metaphorical needle in a haystack, and they were searching with a metal detector.

In an unknown location, Amilanthior would regain concsiousness in a pitch black room. His weapons and armor are removed, leaving him wearing only his shirt, pants and shoes. He is strapped down to a sturdy wooden chair bolted to the floor with his feet and torso held back by leather straps, while his hands are relatively free, only held by loose chains attached to a table in front of him. On the table are four red buttons within reach of his hands, and 4 small monitors which show static on the screen.

One of the screens suddenly flickers tp life, displaying a figure in a White Fang mask which covers his whole head, red streaks and yellow eye spots decorate this mask and the figure says in a rasping voice "Welcome to Hell, my pet."