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Manton turned his head to see Tau enter the Hanger.
He saw that Tau was uneasy, like something was bothering him.
Manton hadn't felt right since he stepped foot in the Chaser's hideout.
He just thought it was because he didn't belong here.
Maybe there was more to that feeling?
"You alright?" Manton asked, "Something just doesn't seem right, does it?"

Zife entered the hanger via the left door his hands in his pockets a giant smirk plastered on his face; he scanned the area and smirked. He quickly spotted the Oblivion ‘Key’ walking up to the man he grabbed the Key from his hand.
“Sorry I don’t know you and don’t trust you.” Zife said glaring at Manton; he looked over at the exit that lead out of the base. The blond turned his attention to Tau.
“Tau where’s Scyre?” The Keywielder asked, giving a stern look.

“The Keys will be safe, we have to go retrieve the remaining Keys’ that are in the Snowglobe and rescue Scyre.” Zife told Tau. “Snowglobe eh I’ve seen it we can get there through a portal.” The blond raised his hand darkness spiraled in front of them turning into a portal.
“Now let’s go get those Key’s.” He looked over at Manton, “Let’s go if we go through this we’ll end up inside the globe.” The Keywielder walked through the portal into the Snowglobe. “I’m so close.” he thought grinning slightly.

“Trust me I’ll able to hold my own against anyone.” Zife grinned, holding out his hand Forbidden materializing into his grasp. “Besides the Chasers will meet us there.” The blond turned back to the portal.
“Now hurry up, Tau let’s go.” The Keywielder was about to enter the dark oblivion, but stopped and looked over a Manton. “If you wish not to enter then take your gummi, but I advise we hurry I don’t want some lowlife assassin taking the Keys.” Zife said with no expression.

Manton was still puzzled by the blond leader. How'd he know about Falk?
And what was with these keys? Were they more important than Syric?
These thoughts circulated through the teen's head as he entered the Scorpion and came back out with a brown weapon case slung over his shoulder. It held ammo, and a special surprise for whatever was waiting in the Snowglobe.
Manton shrugged again, for the millionth time that day, and looked at the portal again. He shook away any hesitation and closed his eyes. He fingered the handle of the gun at his right hip, affectionately called Emerald, for luck. He fingered the gun at his left hip, Pearl, for protection.
"I just hope there'll be girls there." He said with a slight smirk, snapping his hands up and rubbing his hands together.

The teen tried his hardest to put stressful thoughts inthe back of his head. It was a type of defense mechanism, it helped him shoot straighter and stay calm.
'Girls' was a subject that Manton enjoyed. It kept him calm and collected through all of his fire fights.
Calm, calm, calm. Gotta stay calm.
Without a second thought, Manton lept into the portal.
With the portal's aura, all Manton needed was a hint of hesitation to through off his calm.

"Not bad at all, and without even scratching up the paint. Rather, without scratching it up worse." Gabriel was a bit more steady as he helped Thrais out of the Cactaur. "And I was about to say, before the flight got interesting, Jon will pretty much be his own person now. He's alive in his own right, no borrowed body or Nobody shell. Should be interesting to see if he still needs that piece of me that freed him."

Maki clambored out from behind Thrais. "Here let me help." Maki said, steadying Thrais with one hand and leading in front of her. "Maybe there's some medicine around here that can help you heal up? Should we head to the lounge?" Thrais probably knew more about the place than she did. The only place she could easily navigate by moving around things and still knowing where they were was probably her room and the kitchen.

"I'm all for it. This was the big unknown, if and how well his body would accept him. And we might have something in the lab for you, too. Maybe. We're deep in uncharted skies now." Gabriel kept Thrais' hand as he led toward the lab, holding it firmly enough to steady her if she staggered, but in a way that betrayed how unfamiliar it felt. "And, yes, that was what you saw. Jon used a fragment of my heart as an anchor to this world, just as the others did when they escaped. We have yet to meet up with any of them again, a mixed blessing. But, in theory, his new body should have a heart of its own, so he may not need the piece of mine. We'll have to see."