Narchi ran ahead of Neblae and called to her, "Follow me!" For lack of any better plan, she ran after him. The tribal Machine-God follows held up for a moment checking on their robot master, buried under the building that Narchi collapsed on it. Narchi turned a corner and ran up a flight of stairs. Neblae hesitated for a moment and followed him. She desparately hoped he knew what he was doing. At the top he jerked his head to the right and said, "Look over there! If we get seperated, head toward the Atmospheric Purifier. You'd be safe from those ass-hats over there." He was winded and gasping for breath. She ogled the huge structure with big eyes. "Lords of light! It's a mountain! Man-made?" She was panting as well. He nodded and trotted over to the door into the second floor of the warehouse structure. He looked sternly at her and said, "Girl, or what-ever your name is...This place is booby-trapped! I have a cache on the lower floor and we can't out run humans. Their legs are too long! We lure'em in here and I got a chip for that suit you have, and a helmet, too! There's more ammo for the gun there too." He looked to see if they were followed, and said "Follow close behind and mind your feet. There are tripwires and dead-falls a plenty inside." "How will they know where we wen.." She started to ask, and was cut off by him. "We'll leave the frikking door open! Come on, stupid girl!" "My name is NOT 'STUPID GIRL'!" 'Fine, what ever! Come on then, 'Ahrini'! Your wearing a dead-girl's clothes, and won't tell me your own name, so wear her name, too!" He flung open the door angrily and scowled at her shocked look. She glared back at him and stepped inside. Media is Poser 6. More later as I get the warehouse built on the inside. So much to do! XP