Url leads the group through the hexagon to a large tiled corridor. The passage is large enough for a group to walk about four abreast comfortably, the ceiling only just a little more than 2 meters high.

The ceiling is intermittently decorated with frescoes depicting The Emperor's conquests, interrupted only by a series of grates that drip a black viscous sludge and more stalagmites. The ground is littered with more garbage and puddles of filth. The acolytes are at times forced to climb over shivering and unkempt vagabonds who lack housing even within the underhive.

As they walk, Url and his son remain mostly silent, their eyes darting back and forth as they lead the way, their weapons raised at attention.

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As the group walk through the corridor Arl at times can hear the distant sound of scuffling above. Footfalls on the grates would be easy to pick up, but this sound is more subtle and less consistent, and seemed to trail the acolytes as they walked. Try as he might, Arl can't see anyone, or anything in the grate passageway.


As the group continue onward, Url and Zeik come to a sudden halt. Down the corridor come two youth's dressed in heavy tattered fabrics of purple and dark red. One is tall with greasy hair and a crooked tooth grin. Tucked into the rope belt on his canvas pats is a stub revolver. His companion is a stooped boy with a pimpled face and patchy peach fuzz. Url and Zeik stiffen as their eyes lock with the two gangers who sneer gleefully. "Excuse us," Url says flatly, his grip tightening on his shotgun.

The two gangers do not move.