It'd been a bit of a bumpy ride, the group having had quite the hard time moving from place to place, especially given the overabundance of keen-eyed ferals. These... humans, they were hardly fitting of the word, their bodies bloated and molded by the nanites to such an extent that they'd merely be a semblance of what their unmutated brothers and sisters actually were. It'd taken a little while for the injured among them to recover, thankfully nobody had suffered greatly and the presence of a nanite signal made healing a cakewalk.

Having roused the ferals in the area, stealth had been pretty much thrown out the window, and the group had one thing left to do to avoid another confrontation. Run, run away from the three they'd taken down before more arrive. Some struggled to keep up, but all together the party find themselves behind cover, far from danger and right by their target.

Looming directly above them was a large office building, surprisingly intact, with even all its windows seemingly uncracked or damaged in any way. The scents of ferals was absent in the area, a peculiar thing. Neither fur nor scales nor sweaty flesh, nothing but the lingering aromas of the ruin that was the post-nanite hellscape. This was it, as seen on the map. Now the matter remained of gaining entry. Silence would be preferable, but there is more than one way to skin a cat, so to speak.

Arris splits off from the group once more after everyone breaks into a run towards the office building; instead, the gator turns northwards lightly towards the house north of the building. As she approaches the front door, she slows down to a sneak. From one of her pockets, she pulls a shield drone and deploys it, keeping it on point just in front of her as she sidles up to the window and exposes one eye to see into the building, on lookout for any possible enemies within.

Seeing nothing but two bodies within, she circles around to try both doors. With the front, she has no luck, but the back door has been kicked in already. Slowly, cautiously, she creeps towards the stairs, making sure to avoid any creaky wooden boards on her way there. No knowing what was on that second floor just yet.

Having defeated the group of ferals who had spotted the group the Hellhound bolts from the scene as quickly as his booted paws can carry him... which doesn't seem that fast given everyone but the vixen out-pacing him rather quickly. Reaching the building Ebreus looks over to the others who'd dashed here and making use of his telepathy says to everyone but Arris, *Follow me, let's see if there's a back door.* as he walks south along the wall to see if he can find a rear entrance less exposed to prying eyes.

The elf was, as before, not as eager to offer any manner of suggestions for the fellow comrades in arms. The quest was slowly but surely drawn to the dramatic culmination. The time for them to face the ultimate evil of darkness was upon them! Now, being stealthy was the key. To venture into the beastcock layer and to slay them in their sleep. The bring forth the entire building upon the unsuspecting fools! The burn to ashes their wicked bodies, to engrave death upon their very souls was the only proper way to end this adventure! decided ind, the foecock nesteth is place within the stable. Prithee bareth in mind yond those enemies art but a simple beasts. Hardly wouldst their intelligence alloweth those folk to setteth some mann'r of guard. We shalt ent'r as kings, through the central gates!el The elf exclaimed in reply to Enbresucock mental molestations. Those words alone are enough to make the elf go in heat. The heat of battle that is, Yush!

Not having any better plan, at least as for this moment, the jello lamia simply follows Ebreus closely, together with the rest of the group. She keeps an eye for any danger, holding her customized PPD-VA with her arms outstretched, ready to shoot. Her focus is disturbed for a moment, however, when she notices the hellhound in front of her idly groping his cock. "Maybe he can't wait to get gangbanged by Night Stalkers?", she thinks to herself and shakes her head, trying to focus on the job. If it weren't for the filter mask she is wearing, one could probably see her cheeks turn slightly red.

Zophah stores her bow and checks her invisibility before taking to the sky, flying up to see if there is a roof access. After a smooth landing she checks the building with Biodetection nanomagic, Zophah replying telepathically to the group: 'All the windows are whole and closed. The roof looks like a strong hit might break through in places, but otherwise no entrance. My nanomagic detects three Nightstalkers, but all of them are... underground?'

Arris slowly, steadily moves through the house, making very little noise outside of the low whirr of her shield drone's propellors. Even though nobody is around to hear her, she takes the caution regardless of checking around for possible opponents before setting up outside a window. There, she'd scan the office building for anything of note; and, once more, sees nothing.

"I'm in position." Arris' voice rings out through the squad's comms. "Stay outside to stay safe. I can only get them if they're exposed." She lets her scope glint towards the roof, signalling to Zophah where she was before it gets focused back towards ground level.

Rounding the corner to look over the back wall and quickly finding the slightly opened garage door Ebreus replies to their elven cohort, "Shock and awe. We're best served with a decisive surprise attack appearing in the nest as we destroy it." Looking over the large door he slips his fingers from one hand under and carefully tests the door... how much effort will it take to budge and how noisy will it be if that much effort is applied. Humming a light note as he assesses that the door would make quite a lot of noise he looks back to his allies, "We'll just have to go under." and begins to shrink down as he slips any of his gear that's sufficiently not nanite-based that it isn't shrinking under the door.

Crawling under the door the Hellhound blinks his thermal vision on and looks around before beginning to grow back to his usual imposing hight. After the growth finishes and picks back up all his non-shrinking stuff he walks over and leans against a wall as he waits for his allies to follow him... quietly cursing himself for not bringing an energy drink and yet deciding to burn up so much energy on drastic alterations to his size. Hearing Arris radio he replies, "Too late, already inside... can't return the way I came. Should be a strait shot from here to the nest."