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Mirra's attention was taken away from the odd markings on the monitors as her communicator sparked to life, Ciar's voice on the other end. "I'll be there," she said once he finished telling her to meet at the cargo bay. She looked around, feeling a little offended he wouldn't trust an equally high ranking agent as herself to not mess things up. She chose to brush it off and started towards the door, when it was flung uncharacteristically opened. She stopped mid-step, but wasn't able to turn invisible quick enough before the man entering from his break saw her. "Hey, what do you think you're doing in here!?" he called, running to press an emergency alarm button.

Mirra got to him just quick enough to knock him in the back of the neck with a quick swipe of her hand. He was out in an instant, on a slump on the floor. She sighed in relief before starting back out of the room. Making her way to the cargo bay, once she reached it, she waited patiently near a load of boxes, looking around to study her surroundings. Ciar had been right--this place was crawling with Shadow Phoenix agents. That definitely couldn't mean anything good was up. She held back a gasp as she saw none other than Viktor Craven striding past the cargo ship and narrowed her eyes, turning her head to look for Ciar and finding him. Quietly coming up to his side, still invisible, she said in a low voice. "Look over there,"