I LIVE!

[Dracos]

That is all.

Dracos
dies again.

[Anastasia]

Lies.

*Shoots in the face*

[Brian]

I hadn't concieved the possibility that we would journey all the way into the core of the infernal machinations that lay beneath RPI in search of a dead man.  Anastasia said nothing, staring at the masoleum, transfixed by what was a tomb, not a throne-room.

I lit a cigarette, and tried to think it out.

How could a man set plans into motion that would be carried out so well, even after his death?

One hand reflexively went to my sidearm, and I caught Anastasia's warning glare, freezing in place.

The cigarette fell to the stone floor, releasing a muffled, echoing hiss as it was extinguished by the puddle nearest to me.

It was a trap.

Anastasia smiled grimly.  "It's not over yet."

I nodded wordlessly, and fell into step behind him.  The hunt continued.