Mission X;Part 1:"Corruption From The Inside(Open)

    The cool breeze of the night tickled Hemera's skin. Well, the skin that showed. Tonight's ensemble included a loose set of jogging pants with a sleeveless hoodie. On her feet were a pair of Asics she picked up a while back. They were nicely broken in and had the best grip for the job tonight. All she wanted to to was break into the east wing of the school and roam around a little bit. Learn more about her environment and all. "Well. Time to go," Nyka whispered. She was as excited as Hemera was to be testing the limits. 
    They both knew when the guards made their rounds. At least, on the exterior of the school. With a deep exhale and a sharp inhale, Hemera peeked around the corner to see if the coast was clear. With a nod, she crouched down and hopped up, grabbing a hold of the chain link fence. Using the momentum of the jump, she swung a leg up and over the top. Jumping down and rolling, she regained composure and was off sprinting towards the gym. 
    Her eyes darted back and forth looking for any sign of the guards. One slip up and she was done for. Who knew how strong these guys were? Finally reaching the gym, she began to open the door when she heard movement. "SHIT," she thought. 
    "Quick, up," Nyka whispered to her. Looking up, she saw small lips in the stone work that she would be able to use to pull herself up on. She jumped up and reached for a lip. Success. Quietly, she pulled herself up slowly and her foot was able to reach the ledge as well. Now for another floor up. She repeated her actions and held still. She could hear guards below, chattering. Radio traffic also came across and within seconds, they were gone on their normal routine.
    Letting go a breath she didn't know she had held, she let her feet hand loose and hopped back down to ground level with a grunt. She tried the door. No luck. With another glance around, she moved over to a window and tried it. Surprisingly, it was unlocked. "No wonder. With the security this place has, they shouldn't need locks on the windows of all things," thought Nyka. She slid the window open and slipped in. She made sure her hood was up before standing and that was when she was another person. Was it a friend? Foe? They didn't look like the other guards. She would crouch back down and wait to see if she was noticed. They seemed in a hurry.

    Hemera noticed the girl was hesitant. It seemed she wasn't supposed to be here. "Well no shit, Sherlock, neither are," Nyka snidely remarked. Hemera simply stayed quiet and rolled her eyes. She could be so catty sometimes. Quietly, she approached the girl and tapped her on the shoulder. "Hey," she whispered. "What are you doing here? It's dangerous." She had tried to approach as quietly as possible, though there was a chance that the girl had heard something of Hemera.

    “Sorry for coming up like that, but I really need you to crouch down before we get caught.” Hemera crouched down so she wouldn’t be hypocritical. When the girl turned around she really looked similar to how Nyka looked when they had their….conversations. Shaking her head slightly, she looked back at the girl and said, “What are you doing here exactly? Maybe I can help out?” It took her a moment to realize she hadn’t introduced herself. “My name is Hemera Day.” She reached out her hand to be shaked.

Tylor noticed the window to the building open he used it many time to get out of bad situations. He hopped through it and noticed a two girls crouching down. He slowly went towards them trying not to be noticed.

    The newcomer was certainly a surprise. Hemera remained low to the ground and leaned against the wall. There may be others, but her own safety was the number one concern at the moment. The girl's name was Pansa, was it? It was cute, she thought. With all that was happening, Hemera didn't think it was safe any longer to remain here. A classroom of sorts would be safest. 
    As the two confronted one another, Hemera leaned forward and crept along the floor towards a door that appeared to lead to a room. Looking around, she checked to make sure the coast was clear before trying the door. It was locked. 'Damn,' she thought. Creeping back to the two figures, Hemera tapped Pansa on the leg softly before murmuring, "We should go somewhere else. More people means more risk of being caught. We need to move or leave." She motioned towards the door she inspected. "That door is locked. I don't have a lock-pick set yet. Do you have one?"