Tiffany's head swivelled as she examined the interior of the company. Together, the five all walked further in—adventuring gear worn and weapons sheathed. Even right through the entrance, they already heard voices.
"Are you fucking serious? We can't let the police into the vicinity, what are they going to do? Shoot at whatever's there? We have no reconnaissance on the building," the voice of a man they did not recognized being the first.
"That ain't a problem, I'm working on it," Morgana continued.
"That's all fine and good, but we still gotta make a move," Peter replied.
"Sure, we'll get Quinn, five of us go in and get whatever we can and get out," the unrecognized voice suggested.
"We've got no plan of escape if things go south. Besides, the kids reported back remember? Pistols aren't gonna beat that kind of magic—not without a proper plan at least," Kazuo remarked.
