Descent [Dark Data]

[Desman Black]

As Desman moved though the streets, he really started to doubt  Zedd's leadership,  especially with the city's and nebula's technological advancement, and the skinned man's lack thereof. Of course, the robot only spoke of it to his implant; he wouldn't want to add to the disjunction of the group. The werid thing was, except for a few loud comments from Zedd, and the deafening silence for most of the time, it hadn't really shown since they left the lab.

After a while the group soon made it back to the elevator, Des catching a glimpse of a holographic map before entering, indicating that Zedd's plan was correct... this time. The elevator ride down made the akward silence even more noticeable, having grown tired of it, Des summoned a couple pieces of paper with a pen and started writing. "That fox lady didn't have such a bad idea. desman said, half wishing the group to hear, half wishing they didn't. We should make sure to be able to communicate even if we are separated. The robot stopped writing, handing out one piece of paper to each of his comrades. "On there is my connact details, hopefully we won't need them.

In a handwriting just recognizable as english was the email address of the robot:
DangerousD@ycmail.com

Exiting the can was a sudden relief towards the robot as the group continued, Morene was the first to express herself, followed quickly by Zedd (Ithink), Desman, and lastly Jak. Following their aids the group found themselves in a trash filled allyway. Desman, sensing something, quickly readied his arm-cannon, whatever this was it was bad news.