"Looks like we're on the right trail now." Freya says watching the signal of Nero's mercenary ID carefully, not letting her focus break away from it
"The bastard Grayson, I saw him heading for what looked like a porthole of some kind. If we can just find one of them we can get right in." Freya scowls, running a hand down her face combating her own stress. The signal of Nero's ID continues to blink away indicating that he's right below them.
"I'll keep a lookout and let you know if I find one ma'am." Lennox says, teleporting a couple dozen meters in front of them surveying the area before teleporting up on a broken piece of rubble clinging to the spire as he gazes out with a flat hand on his brow.
Freya keeps pace with Lennox not straying too far from him keeping her eyes peeled watching for any metallic glint sticking out of the snow floor. Only finding pieces of debris from ruined buildings and facilities.
