They're in the sewer this chapter, so don't expect much eloquence from anyone :P

Disclaimer: Do I really have to repeat that again? Okay I will. The Institute and erasers belong to JP, and Rainbow and Mir belong to Billy Morph. All else is mine.

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About twenty minutes after my confrontation with Gil, I was standing at the sewer entrance to the Institute, about to lead a team of fliers to Toronto, to begin a two pronged assault against Itex. And no, I don't know how it happened.

I'm thinking that Gil actually liked the idea, and relayed it to Rainbow, who pretty much showed us the door when I said that I knew where the hell the tower entrance was. Apparently, she'd had the idea for a while then, but was unable to find someone suitable to lead the second squad.

The plan, as I knew it, was that everyone who could fly was to attack from the north, while those land-locked would use the tunnels, arming themselves along the way, and strike from the south. It seemed sound to me, but it was going to take a while to get out of New York unnoticed. And let's not forget Murphy's Law: If anything can go wrong, it will, and at the worst possible time.

And Murphy hates me.

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My team was standing beside me at the entrance to the sewer system of New York city. Along with myself, Aaron, Jace and Raine, there was the fuzzy girl from earlier, who I assumed was part bat, and a boy not with six limbs, like us birds, but eight, like a butterfly. In fact, his wings greatly resembled those of a butterfly, and there seemed to be something odd about his eyes. The pupils seemed to be segmented inside the iris, leading me to believe that he had compound eyes. It must be annoying finding clothes to fit him, what with two extra arms poking out of his chest, and the massive wings on his back. It was definitely going to be annoying getting them out of the city unnoticed.

Sarah and Eric were their names, respectively.

"This is Gil," said a voice in my head. According to Rainbow, the two of us were to remain in constant communication throughout the operation, supposedly to retain synchronization, which is absolutely vital when it came to a multi-pronged attack. I just think that she's paranoid, myself. "Can you hear me?"

I replied, as I was supposed to. "This is Terry, I'm reading you loud and clear, although I find this quite unnecessary."

"Whatever. Mir is lowering the traps now. Step through the door in five," I begun to brace myself for what I would see. "Four, three, two, one." And then the door was open.

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I was almost instantly knocked out by the smell alone. While I knew we had no choice, I would definitely rather be away from all the shit I was smelling. When we stepped into the tunnel, we lingered for a second, to get used to the smell.

"Fuck, that's horrible!" That was Aaron speaking, and I felt sorry for him. He hadn't quite been able to morph back to human quickly enough, and when the door opened, he still had an Eraser's nose, and therefore, it's amplified sense of smell. There was very little light coming down from the surface, but even that much meant it was still daytime, and therefore, not the best time to get to the surface. But we couldn't stay in the damn sewer. The smell was getting worse by the second.

Sarah spoke up then, obviously eager to get out of there. "There's a maintenance tunnel about five yards to the left, and I think it connects to the subway system."

"How the hell do you know that?" Jace asked, although it seemed obvious. So I answered him.

"Bats use echolocation in the dark, genius." The tunnel door was unlocked, so we got in easily. I'd rather be anywhere than in the sewer with the constant stink of shit everywhere.

But the tunnel was far from empty.

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