Vel...was kind of a little scared, touching Vic’s shoulder in an attempt to calm her down. “It isn’t your fault; it was bound to happen...that we lose innocents...and trust me...I’d be willing to do the same. But right now...” she had told Vic, focusing on the map...right before a few red dots flew toward the abandoned sector....specifically a very familiar place to some Dojoites. “No....Victoria, you’re with me, we’re going after them; I wasn’t there, but I know what they’re doing.” She had told Victoria, grabbing her weapons. —�—�—�—�—�—�—�—�—�—�—�— [i](An hour later...) [/i] Rotting bodies of Immortals. Imperial footsteps. Throughout the abandoned underground place, underneath whatever was left of a familiar place, Charlia, Katya, an officer, and 10 Death Troopers were walking through. One specific Death Trooper was dragging an Immortal through the compound, said Immortal fearing for his life. Only Charlia and Katya would’ve felt as if someone was watching them. But where from? And more importantly...who?