"Labyrinth, this mission is about to go very, very awry."

The criminal merely finished opening the door. He didn't respond to her worry, though his markings were slowly beginning to glow. Perhaps it was the tech in his system as he tried to reboot. Perhaps it was a subconscious emotional reaction. Labyrinth noted how Tehra spoke. She was avoiding her fear, keeping her voice even. Her pulse had escalated, but she wasn't panicking. Good.

Labyrinth didn't react when Tehra linked her arm with his. She was being helpful - quite helpful. The criminal couldn't maneuver well throughout the facility without everything moving. Sadly, that wasn't the case. Everything was completely still. Having the woman guide him was the most efficient path to take.

The moment they entered the next room, however, Labyrinth's systems were on high alert. Tehra was breathing differently, and her vitals were off the map. Now she was close to panic.

Agent Tehra, your clarity is necessary.

It was his oh-so-comforting way to say "don't panic." The silver-haired male tasted the same metallic tint in the air, and when Tehra gagged he knew exactly why. She was familiar with the scent - Labyrinth was not. He knew when Tehra struggled with her memories - her vitals spiked sporadically, and her temperature rose. She was afraid. Very afraid.

Tehra struggled with her speech, and Labyrinth prompted her onward.

Visuals, Agent Tehra?

She continued, pointing out how the agents around them hadn't even drawn their weapons. They were killed quickly, and brutally. This had happened many hours prior - around the time the operation had been set in motion. These agents had been dead for over 24 hours. Labyrinth might have pointed this out if his sight had been working correctly.

Noted. The generator is within 261 feet from our current position. It is advised to move on.

He could feel the tremble in Tehra's touch, and knew that she needed to move away from the carnage she described. Perhaps he was lucky to be blind. Labyrinth didn't force Tehra onward, or even pull her with him by taking a step forward. Instead, he waited patiently as ever.

Ahead of them, near the end of the hall, movement caught Labyrinth's attention. His eyes shot over toward the form that stood in the hall for a few moments, then darted in the direction of the generator. It seemed that their invisible friend either wasn't alone, or knew how to get ahead of them without being seen.

Labyrinth noted the movement of the form, and monitored it until it left his sensor range.

Movement in the corridor ahead.