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Aaaanddd-they were flying in, Hawks pointedly avoiding the cameras. 

The entire time, well-thoughts kept running threw his mind. Every moment he tried to ask hawks a question, just what the sight that was so horrifying he couldn't even describe it, but.. he just couldn't. He chocked on his own words, just worried out of his damn mind. 

Hawks flew them in through a window he had propped slightly open. 

"Listen-we have to split up. I'll give you one of my feathers and send you directions to where they're keeping Lu-I'll meet you there. Keep your head down, and don't talk to anyone."

...oooof course, he kinda-uh....plucked a feather from his wing. His glare lowered slightly at the wing before back up at him. 

"...Wasn't ever planning on it, I'm not talk to a single one of these bastards that hurt Lukas, whether directly or not."

He nodded 

"Smart move. Now go-I'll stall." 

He didn't even really-responded much. To be fair, responding would've taken to much time. In a matter of...okay a second he was out of his view, (it wasn't really that hard, I mean they we're near a corner- T<T)

Hawks gave him directions, leading him through hallway after hallway and finally to a small elevator, going down a scarily long way-like they would've had to have put Lu somewhere underground...

..And to no ones surprise, Shinsou-.....began mumbling to himself. :|

"... C-Christ.. I hope he's okay.. what the hell did you see hawks..?.. You should've just told me what you saw.. -sigh-.. See you soon, Lukas.. whether in life.. or... no.. he'll be alive.. I know it..-...I hope it.-"

It felt like a psych ward. The walls were white, heavy metal doors keeping screaming/crying patients in. It was clean-waaayyy too clean. The place smelled overwhelmingly of bleach-and there was the faint metallic scent of blood underneath. 

The smell just, got to him. He never, never enjoyed these sorta of smells. His stomach began to...curn?...Whatever fancy word for sick lol-, His hand clenched on the feather slightly, the sheer cries for help, and the.. actually insane people there just made him uncomfortable. There was bound to be one ACTUALLY bad person there, but regardless-he walked further. He had one thing on his mind, and whatever he had to do to get to it, he would.