Yin ponders the stone-faced guard from the edge of a hallway. A dark, featureless, blue-grey mask is pulled over her head--with holes for her horns--at this point to keep her pale hair or glinting eyes from giving her away. Ponders. Glimpses a water fountain down the opposite hall. Smiles a little.

The water in the pipes freezes suddenly with a satisfyingly loud complaint from the machine that immediately shifts into an odd sort of ticking, straining, cracking sound. She's not sure what it is, technically, but causing it was fun. Waits for the moment she gets a back to her.

The sentry's head turns slowly, not snapping like someone shocked. It's more like someone who is either calm, or lazy, reacting. After a moment, though, he turns his back fully to Yin and slaps another guard's shoulder to send him to investigate.

It should be all she needs, she hopes. She moves instantly on silent, padded feet, a quick step sideways and then four in a quiet rush to get behind some kind of abstract sculpture. See...this is why I consider public art a cause worth funding.

There should be enough cover from here to manage to walk along without too much trouble, since he's usually facing the other way...just a few spots she has to dart through the open. Still, once she's about to lose the wall-like appendage she's walking behind, she cautiously directs her gaze to the alert guard. Meanwhile, a little of the ice in the fountain melts suddenly, so a puddle on the floor makes it clear what the problem was.

"It's nothing," the sleepy guy reports, "looks like the pipe burst. Something must've gotten stuck in it again."

The alert guard nods a little, and turns back to his post. He's not convinced, though. "I will patrol," he growls in a low, almost certainly Croatian accent. "Stay awake."

Yin is unnoticed, so far.

Alert guy is definitely her biggest concern so far...him and security cameras. However, neither is a huge issue just yet. The dragoon moves along quickly whenever she's sure she's clear to, relieved though remaining alert when she turns into another hallway that looks promising in terms of leading somewhere good. Or, leading closer to somewhere that leads somewhere good, anyhow. Down or up.

Yin's darting has gotten her into a conference room, with doors on either side and a private elevator in the back. The Croatian's patrol will bring him to this room last, as he checks the various escape points and hiding places first. 

His steps make quite a heavy tap against the tiled floor as he slices the darkness with his flashlight, scouring for oddities. He's listening, as well. A Wyvern soldier's ears are quite good, if a touch frilled. Even though his hair is buzzed short, the frills are difficult to see as they fold quite neatly behind his rounded prosthetic-human ears.

A soft beep sounds within Yin's bag- a light flashes, too, attached to a small card with an adhesive strip stuck on it. The card reads 'put this behind your ear - six'

The beep had gotten her attention in a huge damned hurry...it sounds like something she'd once heard from a Swedish operative's bomb. Relaxes slightly once she sees what it is, though she narrows her eyes. Keeping her attention on the steps in the hallway, she does as indicated and sticks the card behind her ear.

The light goes out.

"Yin, can you hear me?"

Tuleau.

"Yeth." Her voice is quite soft, and omits the hissing "s" sound most often heard in whispers. She walks over to the elevator first, examining it carefully.

"Don't bother speaking out loud. No one can hear me speak, either. This card is transmitting directly into your auditory system, but the receiver's telepathic. Are you inside the tower?"

The elevator seems fairly normal, though it does have a keypad lock.

Wow. Fancy ass. Dragons don't have any telepathic machiney stuff that she knows of. Of course, they dislike technology and modernization in general. "Yes. Conference room, entry level, third east hall from the south. Some kind of private elevator and two extra exits." Checks the locks of the first of the other doors lightly.

It's not locked. The door opens a bit, and the sound of heavy footsteps grows a little louder at the opening.

"Okay. The code to that elevator is the word "Evening" spelled backwards. So, 'GNINEVE'. That's where you want to go. Your target is on the seventy-seventh floor, but you can't go directly there. You'll need to go to the eightieth and down from a second set of elevators... have you seen any security personnel?"

"One. No doubt he's a wyvern, probably full-blooded or close." No time to punch the code. If the elevator isn't already on this floor, she'll be completely screwed. Slips into her door and glances around for exits or cover, and the general layout of the room. Shuts the door softly behind herself. "Will get to the elevator in a moment."

"We're about to set off our distraction. You know that stash we mentioned?" 

Heavy bootsteps tap closer. Almost to Yin's door. The lock jiggles.

"Uh-huh."

"It was a stash of C4, and we planted it."

The explosion outside the tower rocks the ground floor of Grace tower, setting off a chain reaction of forceshield spells that protect it from any real damage. The lock jiggling ceases as bootsteps rush towards the doors.

"I'm fond of you people at the moment, you know that?" Yin listens just a moment and then slips back into the main part of the conference room, taking a few moments to tap in "GNINEVE."

The elevator doors slide open, to reveal a strange, glowing pad inside a small room. No elevator. Just the translucent aura of gray-blue over white.

"Great. Our sentries have most of the guards pouring out the back exits, to help. They're not awful people, the Wyverns. Now, key open the lock if you haven't, and step on the telepad. It should take you to the lobby of whichever floor you indicate on the keypad inside."

And, thus, she steps. She's lucky that she isn't easily startled, or the quick snap of secondary door might have succeeded. "Eightieth floor, yes?" She keys this in before waiting for a response.

"That's right. Be careful. Security's going to be tighter up here, and you'll need to be able to get back out."

"Gotcha. No poking a wasp nest until I can bloody well run from it." Yin fixes her mask a bit, making sure that all her hair is tucked, straightening it as though styling it. "No elevator music? Important people must know it's annoying and only put it in other elevators to annoy the peasants." This amuses her, even though she knows it's not a normal elevator. But she's still in a bloody good mood, however serious she is at the same time.

Yin materializes in an off room, of course, which unfortunately leads directly into the guard shack.

"You're going right into a station from here," Tuleau warns her. "But their power is about to go out. You need to get across the guard station in the dark without being seen... you can do that, right?"

There are three guards inside the station, none looking in Yin's direction. They are too intent on the fire outside their windows.

"Shouldn't be a problem. Nice fireworks, by the way."

"Thanks. Your target is the rear conference room. I think it's got a straggler in it, but you can silence him effectively right? Cutting the power in three, two, one..."

A hiss of electrical sizzle, and the floor goes dark.

Though careful of the guards' reactions to the blackout, Yin moves instantly, still utterly silent. It's not fancy. She's in the darkest shadow and going to duck immediately around a corner, just here and gone.

They're too shocked, and she's too quick. By the time Yin reaches the conference room, the power clicks.

"It's coming back on. Get inside."

Inside, there is a lone Wyvern woman, whose frills are open, casually. There are no non-wyverns here, normally. She looks to be reading through an old textbook on French poetry, unconcerned about the power flicker.

Yin has a miniscule gun drawn the instant she's in the room. Raises it, and a small poot has a quick-acting tranquilizer dart headed for the side of the woman's neck. She's shutting the door in the same instant. She has only one lethal projectile weapon on her...could start a war.

The woman blinks, draws in a soft breath. She looks at Yin just long enough to register a 'why...?' sort of expression before slumping down in her chair, unconscious.

"Got him? Or her. The motion detector only tells us so much."

"Her, and yes." Yin walks over to pull the small dart from the woman's neck and rearrange her body to be laying over the book, head resting on her wrists as though she'd just dozed off. Makes sure to brush her hair over the small puncture wound.

"She's actually the elevator guard, then. Her name is Umber. She has a child in my school, actually. Um... that elevator should take you to the seventy-ninth. The next one is just across from where you will come out, but there are tripwires in place. Alarms, you know."

"She's tranquilized. She'll be fine. Traditional lasers?" Heads over to the elevator, looking for any more keypads or whatnot.

"Some of them. Some of them will cut. Did you bring any fogger?"

"Well, I couldn't be a properly melodramatic little spy without one." No code or key. Well, apparently half a dozen guards blocking the way should be enough. Heh. Steps into this elevator.

This is an actual elevator, and takes her down to the next floor without a problem. A soft buzzing sound enters the chamber when the doors open, the electronic hiss of laser wires.

Yin breathes out. And here it gets creative. Smiles a little. Takes a small, quiet fogger from her bag without leaving the elevator, and quietly sweeps it from the floor to the ceiling, left to right. She isn't sure what setup they have, the wall design hides the receivers well.

It's a fairly basic setup. Intersecting lines in rotating patterns - the beams themselves don't move, each star-shaped laser pattern follows with another one just like it, only rotated about fifteen degrees - all down the long, unblemished and undecorated hallway. The elevator is at the end, and there is little in the way of anything here at all. Just the shaft.

"Thoughts?"

"Delicate. I can get by it without overriding anything, but extremely slowly and with plenty of risk. Part of the design is to make it take so long that a patrolling guard will probably happen by first, and there's no place to hide. I have an idea, but it will make an intruder obvious when someone walks in here. How long would you estimate between here and the object?"

"At casual walking speed, twenty five seconds. This floor is total security. There is nothing else here. I imagine that there are security cameras, as well. I'm working on cutting power to that floor, but what's your idea?"

"Your way's more efficient, if you're pretty close. If it's not, I think I have a good enough handle on the pattern in here for a few thin, reflective sheets of ice heading down the hall to disable enough key lasers for me to step quickly through the rest."

"It may take another few minutes. It may not. Use your discretion. If you think you have time to wait, I can get the power off. If you don't, just go ahead, and I will work on it anyway."

Yin nods. She doesn't, really, in her opinion. She's just standing here waiting to be found as it is, and she can't just close the elevator and stay lest it be called. Lets out a slow breath. This is going to take a fair amount of power, not to mention concentration. A misstep and a misdirected laser means alarms blaring and a failed mission. She sets her hand lightly to the wall and breaths out, holding it after to steady her hands. A sword-thin sheet of highly reflective, hardened ice crusts from the wall for about fifteen seconds, and then shoots towards the end of the hall quite quickly, just taking about another ten seconds to get there. It's intersecting beams, she knows...and braces inwardly for evidence of a damning mistake.

It works, for the most part - until the sheet of ice is sliced cleanly into chunks. A section of the lasers, just as Tuleau had indicated, presents an immediate physical danger.

Yin narrows her eyes. "Tuleau, can you give me some pattern on which lasers are which?"

"They've been changed recently. But the old cutters were mounted to darker plates in the walls."

The elevator beeps behind Yin, as it heads to the floor above.

Yin narrows her eyes. "Also, does that elevator return automatically or is it called?" This as she hurriedly begins putting ice in front of every laser in this set, eyeing the panels and searching for the pattern.

"It's neither. Someone's controlling it remotely, I think. Expecting company, maybe? No... all the manual elevators in the building are going to the top of their runs. The good news is that the next elevator will be right where you need it."

The lasers reflect well enough. The lights flicker. Once. Twice.

"Power's out in three, for ten seconds."

Yin nods. Long hall. She'll be pressed. Two... plants her foot on the wall. One... And, starting on a side she now knows doesn't have a cutting laser this set, she takes off running as soon as things--including her faintly pink ice shields--go black.

Tuleau listens on her end of the transmission, her heart pounding softly. She's bathed in sweat, her fingers ache. She's been working since the moment Yin left.

The lights in the shaft blaze back to life just as Yin reaches the end of the corridor. The elevator to the seventy-eighth floor pings softly, and the deep red doors slide open.

The patrolmen inside freeze for a split second before reaching for their sidearms.

She's startled, but understandably less so. Her tranquilizer gun is up suddenly, firing two shots in quick succession.

Both men crumple to the side, leaving little standing room in the elevator. Still, the apparent danger has passed. This lift is not coded, either, and will lead to the seventy-eighth floor.

"This is getting a bit messy," Yin observes unhappily. "What do I need to do when I get to the next floor, Truleau?" She steps on the gaps of floor between the guards, moves one's arm clear of the door, and hits teh button.

"Tuleau. And the next floor is... complicated. The Graces are there. This motion sensor says they're all there, too."

"Sorry, distracted. And...seriously?" Well that indicates a deep running importance on that egg, then. "Any indication of their proximity to the egg...or where I need to go to find it?"

"The egg's on the seventy seventh. But the Graces are always here, you'll just have to deal with them subtly. They're strong."

Yin nods mentally, considers. "Are they all together?"

"Always. They're family, two sisters and a brother. One of them is a full-form Wyvern though. And..." The transmission crackles a second.

That's lovely. It'll have to be subterfuge...she can't take on three full wyverns, and she doubts her ability to take on even two in straight-up, no tricks combat. She has a portion of her dragon's power, certainly, but nothing compared to the real thing's. A dragon could take three wyverns in terms of power, but...she's no dragon, and that's only if the wyverns didn't outsmart it, anyway. Breathes out a slow breath, much more serious than she has been this whole mission, and checks her tranquilizer gun. Four more darts. Gets another clip out of her bag and tucks it where it's easier to reach.

Quite suddenly, the strip behind Yin's ear screeches, and goes silent. But then it picks up again.

Tuleau winces when the cuffs snap around her wrists. "Don't look, Troix," she pleads, gazing at her sullen looking daughter. "Please don't make her watch," she begs of the Wyvern squad, "please let my daughter go to her room."

The strip goes silent, and doesn't pick back up.

The elevator doors open upon a hallway, rather like a hotel suite hallway.

Yin gains several shades of white...which is saying something. Closes her eyes for a few moments. Shakes it off as best she can. Not because she doesn't care...but because if she doesn't have her senses completely about her in the next ten seconds, she'll be dead.

She steps out carefully into the hallway, step quick and silent where she isn't approaching a possible point to be seen. She's looking for something that seems to lead down. If she can somehow find the elevator down to the seventy-seventh without encountering the Graces...fabulous. Her gun's at the ready.

The hallway is short enough. This place positively burns with Wyvern energy - the full form Wyvern is certain nearby. It pulses almost like a creepy heartbeat, and its breath can be heard rasping nearby as well. 

Three doors, none obviously an elevator route.

Thus, Yin steps ever-so-softly up to the first, holding her ear nearby. Trying to locate that breathing...and avoid it.

The sound is definitely close to that door. But the sound echoes in a way that indicates that all these doors might lead to one large room, or sections of it.

To Yin's left, a small bulb begins spinning and emitting blue light. An alarm.

Her eyes widen. Damnit! Well, really no time to mess with it. The breathing's close, but...well, she's boned whatever she does. Hurries for the opposite door, doesn't really want to jiggle the lock and give forewarning of her presence and just makes sure it's loose via ice in the mechanism, and slips in in a hurry, silent and intensely alert, gun at the ready. Eyes dart fo figure out what's going on around her.

It's a posh suite. Thick, plush carpet, and the room is immense. It's probably the only room on this entire floor. A wide window stands at the other end, large enough for the full-grown wyvern lying by the wall to leave at will. At the moment the beast is sleeping, its fifteen-foot long serpentine body gathered in coils in a depression on the floor. The rasping breath is its snoring, soft blue nostrils flaring.

A full kitchen, living area, entertainment center, office space, and bedroom can be seen from the door. The other two Graces, an eleven year old boy and a twenty-four year old girl, are sitting at a desk playing chess together when Yin bursts in.

The girl looks up, but only briefly, and goes back to her game. "Did you trip the alarm?"

Yin blinks. Children? But...calm ones. "Hadn't thought so," she murmurs after a moment. She's glancing around. There has to be a way downstairs.

"What are you looking for?" The boy asks, just as he eliminates his sister's last pawn with his sole piece. Stalemate, again.

Pause. They're smarter than they're giving away. And she's still in a damned bad position, remaining tense. But then...if they're as smart as she suspects, they'll have figured the rest out, anyway, even without the extra hint that she's debating whether to give. "Downstairs."

"You can't get there from here," the boy says. His sister snickers, as she resets the pieces.

"I don't know who you are," the sister admits. "I can guess. But you shouldn't be here, and you're in danger. Go home. I'll see that you have clearance to leave."

Yin blinks. Bad information? ...fuck. "The seventy-seventh floor. How do I get there?"

Finally, the boy turns away from the board to look at Yin. His face is that of his age, for sure: soft, slightly chubby cheeks marred only by crescent patterns of sky-blue wyvern scales embedded within his skin, a bowl cut with shiny brown hair, a sports team jersey... but his eyes are filled with experience, nonetheless.

"Look. We're trying to play here. We've stalemated thirty-nine times today. We can't stop now. So either leave, or wait your turn to play. When our mother wakes up," he looks at the Wyvern, "she won't be happy unless you're a friend."

"How do I get there?" Yin repeats softly. "You can go back to your game just having told me that." Can't quite muster a threat, though. She likes kids...even ones that don't seem that kiddish and send warning bells off in her head. She's actually not sure of wyvern lifespans now that she thinks of it...assumes it's longer than a human's, likely longer than a vampire's, but not as much as a dragon's, considering populations.

"Please go home. Someone died today because of this." The sister looks at her, mint green eyes pleading with her. "That's why I guess who you are."

Yin's eyes cloud beneath the mask. "I don't intend to let that be for nothing. Please, just tell me."

A pause. Silence, as the two look from each to the other. The boy sighs quietly. 

"If it will make you leave, I will tell you. There is a telepod underneath Mother's bedding." He starts to move his first piece. Pauses. "What was her name?" Looks at his sister. "The woman who died today."

Yin cringes inwardly. Isn't sure how to swing this...she's at a loss. "Tuleau."

The boy's eyebrows twitch, lip pushes out a little. Pauses, and both reset, as though he had been about to cry but had consciously stopped it. "It can't be Ketelina's teacher. Just another Spider, right?" If he believes that, though, his tone does not back it up.

The shuffling step of soldier boots pours from the elevator outside.

Yin glances over her shoulder. Narrows her eyes a touch, though this isn't particularly visible under the mask. Damnit...hostages? She doesn't want to, though, and mmommy would eat her. "No. It's the same Tuleau. She was working to protect her daughter from a largescale conflict between us."

The boy pushes back from the table. His sister stares, almost as if he has broken some taboo by standing up. "I don't want to play anymore," he says. Looks at Yin again. "Why are you here? Tell me that."

Quite abruptly, the door locks snap shut. The sister moves her finger away from the button underneath their game table.

Yin jerks at this, of course, startled. Is still several seconds. Looks back to the boy. "To retrieve a motherless dragon's egg and get it back to its father."

The boy looks to his sister, who shrugs. "What are you talking about? You're not honestly suggesting that we stole a Dragon's egg?"

"Our intelligence says it's here. I wouldn't be standing between a wyvern who solidly overpowers me and a glut of armed guards otherwise."

"Well. I hope we don't have one." The boy looks again at his sister. "Do we?"

"No. I don't think so." She shrugs. "We can look." Looks to Yin. "Do you want to go down, then?"

The dragoon pauses once again. She's just...hm. Really thrown for a loop. She'd expected to have her head squished, be captured, or have three tranquilized wyverns on the floor by now. Finally... "yes."

"Well. Let's see." The youngest one walks over to the Wyvern and taps on her beak. "Molly. Wake up."

The monster blinks twice. Snorts, a gasping sort of sound. She looks at Yin, and then questioningly back at the other sibling.

"There might be a problem." The thing looks at Yin. Finally, it draws its ponderous bulk out of the way, gazing at her all the while.

A greenish platform is underneath.

Of course Yin is tense. Her gun is still in hand, but...she knows it's likely a moot point against these particular wyverns. Glances back to the boy. Then she walks towards the platform...tense and ready, eyes on Molly most of the time. 

The pod glows to life. A soft screech sounds behind Yin's ear before she steps onto it, though.

"Yin! Abort. Abort! It's a setup!"

Alou.

And her foot steps solidly back behind her, eyes narrowing and stance returning to a very vampiric version of defensive. "Details fast."

"The egg's not there. There was a breach in Tarantella. Two of our intelligence officers went rogue, with one of yours, and two more wyverns. Tuleau..." here he trails off. That clinical quick-speak ends. "... just don't try to pin this on the Graces. They won't forgive you. Tell me you're not that far into the building yet...?"

"Oh, I just accused them to their faces." Yin closes her eyes a few moments. "They're right in front of me and there's half the building's security forces behind. Do me a favor and notify my commanding officer of the breach." He'll ready diplomacy.

"I'm on it. Listen, how many are in the room with you?"

The boy blinks. Taps his bare foot a little impatiently, until his sister wraps her arm around him and kisses the top of his head. Then he relaxes.

"Three. A girls and a boy, and a full-form wyvern named Molly."

"Shit. Then their father isn't there. It was probably him that set us up. Kish! Kish, aqh kauveu!" Spider swearing. "Do you have a potential escape route?"

The soldiers outside are pounding on the doors now.

"Is something wrong?" the humanoid sister quietly inquires.

"At the moment? No. We'll see." Yin breathes a slow breath out. Pulls off her mask. They already know she's a dragoon, anyway, her head makes her affiliations obvious...and there's no point in trying to hide anymore. She glances tiredly to the door. Wonders where this is going. Turns, and looks at the three. "I'm...sorry," she finally says, quietly. "I was just informed that this whole thing was orchestrated. The intelligence was planted deep into a network we relied on by liars and traitors to all three races involved." She closes her eyes ice-blue eyes. Much of her cheek makeup was rubbed off by the mask...really, her scale colour is strikingly similar to the boy's, if a touch paler. "You're right. The egg isn't here. Probably never was. I'm sorry." Tuleau...was she killed by the traitors? Or because of this faulty operation? She looks to the door. Any second now. What next?

Molly growls at the door. 

"That's..." the boy blinks. "Someone put you up to breaking into our Tower on the premise of recovering a stolen egg? It makes no sense. If no information on the stolen egg leaked into public - and it obviously hasn't, or I'd know - then what use is having a Dragoon break in here?"

Just then the door splinters. The siblings start to protest, but it's instantly obvious that the soldiers pouring in are neither a squad - there are only two - nor Wyvern. Both are masked, as well.

"Who are you apes?" The boy demands, jerking out of his sister's arms just as the lead soldier lifts his dart gun and fires into the boy's chest. He stops, gasps, and instantly topples over, eyes rolling into the back of his head.

"Shem!" His sister shrieks as falls to her knees beside him, hands on his shoudlers. Molly roars.

Yin's actually quiet a moment. Then her eyes darken, fangs baring. Use her to break into a heavily guarded area to assault children? A quiet, hissing snarl, a barely existant sound born of pure hatred, just barely precedes one of her hands sweeping up, heavy ice trailing behind it. Her hands catch a heavy, disproportionate blunt weapon just as ice tries to snap up around the attackers. To their ankles, their knees, their waists, whatever. Either way, the blur of a vampire is swinging for the fences.

It works, but it's obvious these two aren't here to save their own skins. As the first falls, a third soldier comes into the room, jabbering in some sharp-toned language that sounds sort of like Spanish, but isn't. He's naked, except for the wires.

And the charges.

"Shit!" The sister heaves her brother into her arms, but doesn't know what to do. She's never seen real violence before.

Yin scowls, putting herself between the wyverns and the attackers. "If that's really a teleporter," she murmurs to them, "use it." One side of her weapon shifts to a razor edge, and she levels it, bomber-locked stare appropriately chilling. "Now."

The still unnamed girl drags her brother towards it, whispering his name softly to try and rouse him. Molly puts herself between the pad and the bombers. She doesn't trust Yin, but Yin isn't the one ready to blow herself - and them - to kingdom come.

The bomber's eyes are wild, burning with some sort of zealotry. Something passionate, and foolish.

He moves to press his button.

Yin's weapon strikes for his wrist, looking to take his hand clean off.

A howl of pain is her answer. Molly blinks. Watching the hand fall. She whips her tail end outward, shattering the bay-door windows just as the hand and detonator hit the ground. Button first.

The jacket of bombs whirrs to life. Shem and his sister aren't to the telepod yet.

Yin's eyes snap open the instant she's realized her error. Hands fly outward...ice begins entombing the guy and forming in a wall as thick as it she can, as fast as she can, as hard as she can, before while it's still. She may die. But there's no more resignation in her eyes.

The blast sends shards of ice streaming their way. The force of it sends Shem and his sister tumbling to the ground, and Molly tries to put her hardened body between the biggest chunks and the others, to decent effect. 

When it's over, the wall is in shambles. Molly's side is bleeding. The hallway has collapsed, and the only exit, now, is a seventy-eight story drop.

Yin pants. She has a long shard of ice stuck through her. It should be puncturing a kidney, but...yeah. Doesn't have one of those. Raises her hands to pull it free...cringes immediately, and switches to just one hand. Wrist is broken, pretty badly, from the backlash against her ice spell. Forces her face calm before turning to the others, looking over them a moment. "Is everyone okay?" The shards begin to melt rapidly.

Molly actually nods, and then turns to lick her wound. It'll heal fairly quickly, and to a Wyvern, is about the equivalent of a broken nose.

"Shem isn't breathing," his sister whimpers. She's administering CPR, but nothing is happening. The soft, white glow around her fingertips is almost certainly an antitoxin spell, but it does not seem to be working.

Yin's brow creases. She hurries that way, setting her fingertips gently to the boy's throat, looking for a pulse. Takes the dart from the ground. "...Alou? Still there?"

"Yeah. What the hell just happened? Glass shards just hit the street!"

The boy's pulse just barely registers. He's dying, and his sister's hands just aren't helping him.

"The kids were attacked," Yin notes softly. Finally aloud on top of the thoughts, for the daughter's benefit. "We need a medical team stat. One with a magic healer." And she hopes to god he can do it.

"No can do. The whole place is sealed up. Security forces on the ground aren't letting anyone in, but I think they have their own team headed your way. The news vans are slipping cameras inside where they can. Idiots. Why... oh shit." A pause.

"Yin, get out of there! If one of those kids is hurt," - Alou assumes as much, based on the request - "they won't ask you to explain your presence. You're a Dragon at Wyvern headquarters!" 

"I know. I'll talk to you later." Yin sighs quietly. Opens her eyes. "I'm no doctor...this is beyond my skill, short of turning him vampiric, and I don't know what effect that would have on a wyvern." She stands. "My contacts say your own teams are on their way." She pulls her own charges from her bag and sets them carefully along one of the walls, feeling for support posts first. "Don't about the next explosion...these are mine. We need to get the hall open, and the door's a lost cause."

"You'll never get through the elevators. If the alarm was tripped they'll have stopped working without access codes." She looks through the window. "Where do you need to go...?"

"Out, I guess. Cover your ears." This ice wall is...most of what's left of her power. But it's more solid and the charges are less powerful, so it should hold. She covers Shem's ears.

It detonates, opening a solid gap in the wall between here and the hallway. Again, the wall begins to corrode to slush. as soon as the blast settles. She looks down to the boy, eyes cloudy.

"Wux re walking persvek sjach. Wux nomag move ekess deeper sjach, usv ekess itmen. Svabolen donoap wux clax, wux geou ehtah trian. Zexenuma seke ekess wer itmen di douta quortek, vur satiir ihk wer souls di nomenes danthe. Qe mrith wer itmen zuch." A draconic prayer, for a wyvern. Heh. Yin stands, and walks to the edge of the other gaping hole in the wall, the one leading outside. Looks down. Looks back to the kids as she takes out the remaining two of Alou's web-helper things.

The sister smiles at her, sort of. 

"Vinxa nomenes words, darastrix. Sia ominak ui Solveron, zyak wux vucot. Qualla lar shafaer ve sjek wux rigluin letoclo. Si geou nymuer." She looks down at her brother. "Shem..."

Yin almost smiles. But...it's just too serious. Hears footsteps. She finishes fixing the webbing to her left knee and tying her disabled left arm to her abdomen. Takes a deep breath, refreshign the webbing on her thankfully-not-discarded right glove. Then she just steps off the side, plummeting as far as she dares before managing to catch herself well between windows and starting a painful, painstaking climb downwards.

"Yin? Where are you?" Alou's voice calls to her. "I have a plan for evac ready to go!"

It takes a few moments for the voice to register. "Sticking to the outside of the building. Same side...floor sixty? Fifty five?" It's actually floor sixty-eight. She closes her eyes. "Sorry. I'm fighting shock or delirium, I'm pretty sure..." Blinks slowly. "Shock...delirium's for fevers, right..." Shakes her head a few times. "What have you got?"

"Ground support. It's gonna look like you're escaping something, but I have a feeling they're already going to blame an attack on the Graces on Dragons so you aren't losing anything."

Down below Yin, a humvee-sized spider leaps from the street to the side of the building, skittering towards her.

Yin glances down. Catches a glimpse of the thing. "...escaping something...? So am I meeting the spider or running from it?" Okay, so she's pretty far gone in more ways than one. Cognitive isn't all that happy, either. She's losing more blood by the moment, and the initial adrenaline is also wearing off. Slips, but catches herself reflexively in half a moment.

"Meeting it. Don't worry, though, they'll never connect this with you personally. See you soon."

The spider leaps up the wall and snags Yin. It clicks at her, and proceeds to spray webbing all over her, wrapping her up tightly-- which has the added effect of supporting her wounds. Once she's wrapped up and sufficiently mummy-esque, the spider leaps again, and skitters at blinding speed. It'll take a turn or two to lose any onlookers, but soon, they'll end up at Alou's safe house in Tarantella.