Oscar shrugged as Zev donned the headband. "Kinda? It's a heart monitor from some fitness video game. I just modified it to make it--y'know useful." The duo stepped through the tunnel's threshold together, Zev having been smart enough to bring a flashlight. Why did Oscar not think of that? He would have kicked himself for his carelessness if he had not gotten over it three seconds later.

The answer to Zev's next question came as the beast accidentally shined the light across an Ariados clinging to the wall. Oscar did not react, as this discolored arachnid belonged to him. Illustrating this, he stepped forward with his arms crossed. "Emma, is the target docile?" Emma nodded, climbing down to join her master's side.

Oscar nodded toward the scuttling spy-der. "Emma's shadow abilities allow her to turn invisible. I've been having her keep an eye on the target." Oscar continued forward, allowing Emma to move just a few feet ahead. "The target won't know we're coming, but they are paranoid. According to Emma's surveillance they've set up--how many traps?" Emma stopped to rapidly strike the earth with one of her legs eighteen times. Shocked that he did not remember such a vast amount, Oscar grimaced.

"And uh--how many could you disable for us?" Emma struck fifteen times before continuing forward. Oscar shrugged, "I'm sure she'll warn us before we encounter any danger."

Zev Harcourt

As Zev pointed out one of the remaining traps, Oscar was in the process of nearly stepping on it. Freezing in place, Oscar carefully lifted his leg so that he may step over the wire instead of clumsily breaking it. Once on the other side, Oscar chuckled nervously. "That was close, good call Zev." Oscar put his hands on his hips and looked to Emma. "Where were you on that? You're our trap detector." Emma crawled across the wall to avoid the tripwire, providing a clicking sound as her answer as the spider continued on.

Oscar rolled his eyes, "Don't give me that sass--she clicks when she's annoyed." Oscar followed Emma, who was a lot more attentive when it came to the next two traps. She would stop abruptly to point them out, both times taking a moment to stare daggers at both Oscar and Zev. The second time this happened, Oscar was sure to comment. "Yeah we see it, thank you for the sarcasm."

Shortly after the second wire, the team would come upon a soft glow illuminating the wall at the end of their current passageway. It was dim, but just strong enough to make out as they made their approach. Oscar looked to Zev, putting a finger against his lips as they came to the end of the hallway. Oscar peeked over, looking cautiously into the small chamber that their target had made into their base.

A makeshift workstation sat in the far wall, the laptop on its surface providing the glow that greeted them. Laying on the cot beside the workstation was a man that slept without a blanket. Oscar turned to Zev, pointing to the man and then to his lips. Oscar silently mouthed a warning to his companion, "Could be faking. Use caution."

Zev Harcourt

Oscar watched the ordeal carefully, his hands covering his ears the moment Zev pulled out his gun. As expected the kill was flawless, almost artistic in its execution. Oscar pulled out his phone as he entered the chamber, his expression disappointed as he opened the app connected to Zev's headband.

"Well I didn't get any good data, but that can't be helped. Didn't expect them to be fuckin' asleep--overconfident ass. As always your performance was exceptional." Oscar put away his phone and walked over to the workstation. He lifted the laptop and closed it, sliding the device under one of his arms. "I'll see what's on here back at the base. Maybe we can walk away from this with something useful."

The rest of the papers scattered over the workstation's surface were barely legible, so Oscar gathered them into a pile and pushed them to the ground. Oscar pointed to the discarded stationary and Emma would quickly get to work using her venom to dissolve every page. While Emma destroyed the papers, Oscar would once again address Zev.

"So what how do we get rid of our drilbur?"

Zev Harcourt