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Gunfire continued to erupt outside. The Cabal continued to mobilize their armies, and before long they could very well cover the entire Cosmodrome with their vast militaries. Erasmus stood within the threshold to the old Rasputin bunker, turning his head side to side and wondering how he could get the door open. The entire purpose of the Cabal was to breach the bunker and claim Rasputin's pre-war knowledge; secrets once lost to time, blueprints for super weapons and schematics for lost relics. If the Cabal managed to get their hands on that tech, it would surely spell the end of the Last City, and the Traveler with it. Not that Erasmus truly cared for any of that. His major concern was his benefactors.

Cassius suddenly began to speak, after several moments of interfacing with the bunker console. "Picking up some random chatter. Guardians nearby."

"Let's hear it. I've begun to wonder how incompetent my fellow Guardians might be." Erasmus crossed his armies, with the long material of his Warlock coat swaying with every shift he made. As Cassius began to play back audio feeds, all that could be heard was plenty of gunfire, Cabal war cries and the occasional shout from a person or two. Distinctly, there were two voices; male and female. "It certainly sounds like someone is busy out there. I almost feel jealous."