Pushing up his glasses to rub his tired eyes, the flickering of the candle flames caught his attention. Noticing the change in room temperature, he studied the room.

"If you want to talk Adam step from the shadows."

Stepping from the shadows near the door to the living room, Adam kept his hand near the hilt of Wilt.

"Father."

Pressing his opened palms on the top of the desk, "Son," noticing the red marks decorating Adam's Grimm mask, "My heart is sad at the sight of young faunus wearing war paint and joining in Sienna's march towards war with their weapons ready to be painted red."

"They started this war."

"War is easy. Maintaining peace is hard."

"Where has your speeches, your words got us, a desert with no valve."

"Like the lives of the young faunus and young humans not surviving the aftermath to the ending of this stalemate."

"They must understand suffering."

"If you destroy the infrastructure, how do you plan to rebuild? In other words, when the farmers, engineers, scientist are killed, how are you going to replace them?"

"We're warriors."

"That used humans to take care of their farmland until another hot headed fool like you killed off the farmers causing the Atlean military to take our land that was paid for."

Standing up, he held a folder in his hand.

Walking towards Adam, "I know this will disgrace me," placing the folder in Adam's left hand, "What you do with this toxically report on Tamora is up to you."

Taking the report, "Give Raksha and Illia a chance to come home."

"If there is still a home for them to come back to."

Opening his right eyelid, Adam spied Cara was sleeping after another round of sex. Timing her steady breathing, he paused to her movements. Sliding off the bed, he gathered his clothes heading towards the restroom.

Entering the restroom, he studied the air vents. They were too small.

Staring at the hole that served as a toilet, he stuffed his head into the hole. Wincing from the stench of sulfur assaulting his nose, he slowly breathed in that foul air. If the water is heated by geothermal, the same heat source burned the biological waste as well.

Since he was traveling naked through into the piss and poop expressway, he stuffed his clothes into a niche. Going feet first, he discovered the hole wasn't wide enough for his shoulders to pass through. Using the force of his palms to widen the hole, he got his shoulders through.

Spreading his legs like a V, he pressed his bare feet against the slimly jagged surface. It must've been created before the invention of digging machines. Bringing his arms until they were parallel, he pressed his palms against the slimy unsmoothed surface. Bringing his legs close put strain on his shoulders as he lowered himself, he repressed his bare feet against the surface. He repeated this lowering process until he reached the main shaft.

Pressing his back the jagged surface, he brought his right foot up followed by his left foot like he was sitting the ground. In this case, the ground was air. Rotating his body until he was upside down, he lowered himself which was a slow process until he could study the angle of the slope.

Since the observation deck was at a higher level, he'll follow it upwards.

Leaving the shaft to his bathroom to follow the main route of the piss and poop expressway was as difficult as the rest of this adventure turned into. First, he had to rotate upwards until he was in the sitting position. He returned to his straight arm spread leg position. Lowering himself until his legs were dangling, he tried repositioning himself when he slipped.

Sliding, he tried catch an opening causing him to bounce off the shaft walls.

His descent slowed. Finding himself wedged in the curl up position, he wondered how many miles did he slide? How much time did he loss? Rotating until he was back in the sitting position, he climbed upwards.

Looking over Ruby's shoulder, "What are you doing?" asked Ying.

"Figuring out our team's strength and weakness," said Ruby, "Like Weiss with her conjecturing skills. They take time. When she uses elements like fire or ice, she's quick. For her to deliver the finisher, she needs time.

Blake is more stealth and speed. She needs open space or obstructions to fight. She's not a real good close quarter fighter. She can be used like a scout.

And you, Ying are our tank. You can buy Weiss the time to setup a finisher or rescue Blake."

"And you?"

"Me? I'm the eyes observing the field, moving the chess pieces to take DOWN OUR OPPENENTS!" pumping her right fist into the air.

"Sounds like the same job Blake does."

"It doesn't sound exciting unless I'm doing it."