Snippet #2466702

As nighttime slowly begins to creep around Haven, a sleek silver helicopter abruptly flies into Ingenium's skies, heading for the rooftop helipad on top of one of the many brightly lit properties dotting the area.

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Up on the building's rooftop, meanwhile, a handful of men and women suddenly appear from a door leading downstairs, waiting for the helicopter to land so they may greet and escort the people inside it.

Upon touching down on the helipad, the vehicle's doors automatically open and two intimidating gentlemen with various bits and pieces of metal surgically attached to their faces step out, one of them in particular carrying a large steel suitcase. They quickly move out of the way as a third person exits the helicopter shortly afterwards, a tapping noise echoing against the concrete as the individual strolls into view, gripping a cane and looking quite... unique, with his technological suit made to resemble age-old plague doctors. Said suit, which covers him entirely, happens to have a number of cords running around the body, both under the man's trench coat and around his bird mask; perhaps a means of supplying the man with clear oxygen.

"Good evening, everyone," the suited man said, his voice a bit of a muffled wheeze behind the mask, before tipping his hat at the assembled crowd. The majority of them murmur an enthusiastic "good evening" in response.

"Master Jebediah; welcome back, sir," one of the people in the group spoke up, a man with a fair English accent sporting both a butler's outfit and neatly combed gray hair.

"Thank you, Cedric," said the suited man, apparently called Jebediah. "It feels good to be home again. I trust everyone is feeling well? Have you had dinner yet?"

"As well as can be during these terrifying times, sir, although you've no doubt heard about everything already. Regarding dinner, though; we figured it best to wait for your arrival first before we began serving," Cedric replied.

"Come now, that's not necessary!" laughed Jebediah. "I appreciate the gesture, but there's no reason to starve yourselves waiting for me. Go on, go on; we can't let everyone's mood sour, and you all look like you could use a good night's sleep."

Pocketing his cane, Jebediah quickly walks past the small crowd and towards the door leading off the rooftop, motioning for them to follow him. They do so, with the bodyguards that were accompanying Jebediah in the helicopter being the last ones to enter; locking the door behind them as they head downstairs.