Dark Places

"So if i heard correctly we were supossed to wait here at the fountain, Right? Hopefully the others are not waiting for us somewhere else"

Lyle basically carries everything he owns with him- preferring to travel light. He looks at his single bladed axe- an ordinary weapon from some long forgotten civilization- and wonders if he would have to use it today. He hoped not. Lyle's philosophy that barter and negotiation are always better than risk of injury was not shared by everyone. He's worked with some hot headed people before. Eventually, though even the hardest man will meet someone who's that much tougher than them. One thing he liked about this group was that they seemed pretty level headed. Having nowhere in particular to go, Lyle spends his time relaxing by the fountain. He engages in casual conversation with the locals- having a weakness for the niceties of polite small talk.

Jaz makes it back shortly with just a few things in tow. (Dagger, shield, book, and his cyphers)
"Emmet. I know you have a way with Cyphers," he holds up a glass pannel with wiring around the edges, "do you think you can do something with this?"

Y'breq arrives to find the others already at the fountain. "I hope I haven't kept you waiting too long. Everybody ready?"

Lyle stands next to Jaz, clapping his old accomplice on the back "It's been a while, Jaz. Sort of reminds me of old times...." He turns to Y'breq "Not at all- better to be prepared, yeah? I know you by your rep but we've never been introduced. I'm Lyle, an old friend of Jaz. Good to meet you." Lyle was glad that Emmett was coming with them wherever they were going. He knew the tough old bird was no slouch. The Nano, though, was a new face. He wondered what the stranger was capable of? He had a feeling he'd find out soon enough.

"Nice to meet you, Lyle. Your axe looks very interesting, from the 6th or 7th world if I had to guess."

Forman Loryth opens the adit door, and beckons you over in a gruff but polite manner.

When you enter, you see an entry way, with a storage space off to one side, most of the ground floor. A set of stairs leads to a couple administrative offices overlooking the warehouse proper. At the back, a set of metal tracks leads to a sloping ramp down into the ground. A few ore carts are at the top, with partial loads of common rocks. A fresh pile of debris is off to one side, away from the more valuable ore.

He shows you where the tools are, and those of you who asked can grab shovels, prybars, pickaxes, or what have you. A few portable lights are available, too.

Loryth leads you down into the darkness, with handheld numenera lights to guide you.

At the bottom, he leads you past a myriad of side tunnels, lots of passages off to nowhere. The ore cart tracks branch off, but he unerringly chooses a secret path.

Soon you hear the digging, and the sound of rocks hitting others as an ore cart is filled. You see the two workers shovelling the cave-in away.

"Nearly through, bossman," calls out Hasima, and Dayle leans on his pickaxe, rubbing his hands.

He looks at you all. You're still far enough from the men to talk discretelly "Any questions as to what we're doing?"

"I believe we are being heroes, yes?"

Lyle grabs a pick and a shovel- not sure which he would need. Better to be on the safe side. He chuckles at Laz's joke. "I'd prefer to be the 'lives to fight another day hero' myself... Lets do our best not to make this a one way trip, yeah?"

Loryth says, "Remember, we heard a call for help, but we don't know who that could be. You won't know who are trespassers, so if you can, bring everyone out alive if you can, or call for me. Your discretion is relied upon."

(OOC: After all I ended being away of the phone while the story progressed so i'll retcon if that's okay)
Turana greeted all the other members of the newly formed team and introduced herself when they were all at the fountain, her traumatic experiences where not something to expose at first although she saw some familiar faces. "I've seen most of your faces before as we live in the same town for the most part but I think we should know ourselves a little better, so in case you wonder 'so what about your mask then?' let me start by telling you that i need to protect my skin from the elements, sun, air or even the dust floating in it can be problematic for me..growing up as a sick little girl had this consecuence but also allowed me to concentrate on the wonders of the past... mostly as an independant investigator lets say. Anyway i'm healthier for the most part so i hope to be of help to everyone. Oh my name is Turana"
She then continued with the group as they were guided in while trying to show interest for Lyle, Ybreg and that mutant, she admired that he had enough self confidence to show himself out in the open, without resorting to any kind of disguise .. She did not, that's why she lied about her past a little, many knew Emmet very well, so she hoped he wouldnt expose her real past. She took and Axepick and a few more lights and she came in and said out loud but with a smily voice, "I wish i knew there was stuff like this already available instead of taking my own lights, rope and stuff here, but i should have guessed it" Then proceeesed to keep silent and nod tp the other conversations

Emmett sits on the edge of the fountain and listens to Turana introduce herself to some of the others. He followed along passively until what she said deviated from what he knew to be true, but beyond a slightly raised eyebrow, kept his silence. If she’d rather keep details to herself or change them a touch, that’s her business.

He sits up a bit to make a quick introduction.

"Y’all know me, most of you, anyway, and for those who don’t, my name is Emmett Ashford. I’m what passes for a peacekeeper in Cooperstown, but I’m fortunate enough to have the job in a peaceful town. Not much else to say, but I’d guess we’ll have plenty of time to get to know each other." An easy grin appears on his face, a well-practiced maneuver to keep people at their ease. Everyone seemed to get antsy when you mentioned you had some form of authority, no matter how small it might be.
Emmett grunts in response to the foreman, a sour look on my face. "My discretion hasn’t been promised. As I said, we’re gonna have a talk when we’re finished here. As for why we’re here, I’m here to rescue my people and ensure their safety. Ensuring their safety may involve lookin’ through this gate of yours and findin’ out what they’ve been walkin’ blindly into."

Emmett rolls the wheelbarrow he grabbed to one side and grabs a pick out of it, setting the shovel against one wall. "Nothin’ left to do but get started." He takes the pick in both hands, slamming it into a section of rubble as one would chop wood, then crams his azure steel hand into any loose rubble created, shoveling it out of the way where someone can then move it with a shovel.

Lyle shrugs and looks toward Emmett. "I'll follow your lead, old man."he says with a grin. Lyle then begins helping to dig and haul debris away.

"If you think you can keep up," Emmett growls back. "Good to see your mother let you off her apron strings long enough to join us."

Emmett smirked at the (much) younger man. Lyle was a good enough sort, but Emmett was still a little uncomfortable with their strange relationship. He knew he was supposed to uphold ALL the laws, but he still owed Lyle for saving his arse, and some of the laws were a bit unnecessary, right? The spirit of the law is more important than the letter. After all, most of what Lyle smuggled in was medicinal. Admittedly, "medicinal" had a wide definition at times...

In any case, he had a feeling Lyle more than a mere runner. He had spirit, he just needed the right outlet.