Elsewhere, on the Kishin:
"We've been on your ship for weeks now, Ms. Gorgon, and not a single sighting of either their ship, or any of our friends. What's going on?" Everyday, Elizabeth had returned to the room with the periscope, and the radar, untiringly, only to come up blank, everyday. She didn't want to lose hope, but she was starting to.
"Patience, my dear. If we come too close to their ship, they will spot us, and he will likely flee, making it harder for us to find him."
Elizabeth levels a glare at her, "If this man is a killer like you say, the long Maka, and the others stay there, the less our chance of getting them back. I lost my patience weeks ago. We need to get them out of there, now." She pauses, "How do you even know they are still alive?"
Asura, sitting on the table in the room, snickers. "The same way we know where they are."
"Don't speak in riddles, Asura, she spits." Perhaps, if she had resisted his orders, and refused to captain the voyage, the three would remain unharmed. Elizabeth stopped the train of thought. She knew better than to regret the past. She had another opportunity, and was past trusting Kid's brother.
"Medusa knows where he is. She always know where Crona is."
"You put a tracker on your son?" Kid repeats incredulously, but then chooses to remain silent, surprised by the outburst. " We didn't know where my nephew was. It was just a precaution."
"A precaution." Elizabeth repeats. "But that doesn't explain how you know Maka, and Blake Starvenson are still alive?
"He's a psychopath." Asura smirks and answers.
"My nephew isn't one for easy murder. He likes to put on a show. Like the S.S. Citanti. He made everyone in the world knew about it, and he'd likely do the same for your friends."
Kid, sitting at the same table, simply sighs. He had gotten tired of his brother.
"We just want to find our friends, Asura."
"And we will." Medusa smoothly answers.
"How will they make it out?"
"I have an operative in the ship."
"What? Why haven't you told us this information?" Elizabeth storms up to Medusa, almost grabbing her neck.
"I cannot contact them and the crew outnumbers my single operative. For us to rescue your friends and kill my nephew, he needs to keep his cover. He has to permanently stop the ship, for our window of opportunity."
"How?"
"My operative will know what to do. he will strike when the time is right."
"When will the time be right?! They are still on a ship with a mass-murderer."
"Patience, my dear."