Dominico lay Azul's lifeless body on the ground, wiping at his eyes as he tried to regain his composure. Saitharius, Rosso and Shelke remained silent, each mourning for their fallen comrade. Dominico got to his feet and lifted up his communicator.

"Weiss, report," he said.

Nothing.

"Weiss, report."

Silence.

"Weiss, come in. Weiss! Nero?"

Static.

Dominico ran off, followed by the others. He made his way to where he had last seen Weiss and Nero. He stopped dead in his tracks. Both communicators lay in pieces on the ground.

"No," he breathed in horror.

The ground lay littered with bullet holes. Dominico picked up the shattered devices just as the others ran up.

"Where are they?" Shelke asked.

"They have them."

"Who has them?" Rosso asked.

Saitharius's heart sank. "The Turks?"

His brother looked at him and nodded. "The others distracted us. Giving Reno time to grab Weiss and Nero."

"Then why are we standing here? We have to save them," Saitharius said.

"The boy is right," Rosso said. "We have dragged this war on for far too long. It's time we end it."

"We need the Dreamweaver," Dominico replied. "Without that we're sunk."

"Wouldn't Dad have it?" Saitharius asked.

"Unfortunately, no," Shelke told him. "The Dreamweaver was stolen, when the Warlord first took over."

"Isn't this Dad's world?"

"It was," Dominico answered. "But, when the Terror Born tried to take over, that was when the power shifted. The Terror Born released the Warlord and his remnants, who in turn took control over Avalanche and the Turks. The only ones who managed to escape were Deepground."

Saitharius hummed in thought. "What if the Dreamweaver wasn't stolen, but hidden? What if Dad hid it to keep it from falling into the Warlord's hands?"

"Plausible theory," Shelke stated. "But, where would he hide it?"

"Somewhere the Warlord would never think to look," Saitharius replied.

Dominico, Rosso and Shelke looked at each other. Shelke began to shake her head.

"It would be suicide," she said.

"Exactly," Dominico replied.

"No way in, no way out," Rosso added. "The perfect hiding place."

"Sounds great. But, what are you guys talking about?" Saitharius asked.

"I know the way," Dominico said. "Follow me."

He led them to a hidden bunker, where inside sat a reversed engineered Shinra helicopter. They climbed into the copter, Shelke taking the controls and Dominico and Rosso manning the guns. He directed Shelke to a canyon on the outskirts of the city.

Saitharius gazed down. The fog seemed to shroud the canyon from sight. He felt a familiar presence flood his mind. Then, something carried on the wind. The roar of an engine. Saitharius leaned over the side, eyes growing wide when he saw the form of a bike racing across the top of the canyon walls.

Long, silvery hair flapped like a cape behind the lithe figure. Shelke cried out as another helicopter suddenly appeared before them. Reno grinned, thumb hovering over the trigger.

"Nico?" Saitharius called.

"We'll take it from here," Reno said, pressing down on the button just as the bike shot upward.

Dominico and Rosso were slammed up against the wall. He heard a scream and looked around.

"Sai!" Dominico cried, dashing for the door.

Saitharius hung over the side by one hand. Shelke tried to dodge the spray of bullets while keeping Saitharius out of the line of fire. Dominico grabbed his brother's arm.

"Hang on, Sai!"

Reno's eyes flashed blue. He nodded at a silent command. "Yes, sir. The Hunter shall be yours." He locked on to Saitharius. "Target acquired."

"Fire," Yazoo's voice echoed in his thoughts.

Reno pressed the button. Bullets slammed into the side of the Deepground helicopter. Dominico fell back with a cry. He looked at his empty hands in horror. He leaned over the side just in time to see his brother disappear into the fog down below.