Naru grabs her stuff and then follows her into the corridor.

Eolande leads the way, quickly moving to the end and checking the T junction.
"It's clear!" She hisses back down the corridor.
"Hurry up and get over here to the window!"

Andrew Joins the Group in the Corridor.

Eolande opens the window. underneath is a large metal container.
"This takes all the grease and slop out from the kitchens. We can hide in it and it gets picked up in a few minutes."
She looks out the window, then grins at the team.
"Who first?"

"You"

Martin slowly limps down the hallway to the end using the wall for support and looks out of the window, "we're going in there!? Isn't there an easier way to get out of this castle, with our guns perhaps"

"No, she is first."

"Times like this i wish u brought my Wetty and Kit. **** Me, why does she have to go first? What are we waiting for?" Andrew says, and drops into the container. "Lovely...."

"Oh ****, someone help me out of this window, I can't climb out myself with my leg broken"

Eolande grabs Martin and climbs out the window with him, dropping into the slop.

Andrew Giggles again. "You lot coming or what?"

"Thanks for that", Martin says to Eolande.
"Come on, we can't sit in here forever", Martin says to Emilia and Naru

"Hold your horses I'm coming" says Naru, joining Martin.

Emilia jumps in.

Eolande whispers to the team.
"This will take a few minutes, stay silent."
Moments later, the container shakes and moves, being lowered onto a trailer. It is then taken out of the palace and into the city.
"We have a while before we reach the safehouse. Get comfy."

Martin sits down against the wall of the container, "Ah ****, my leg is hurting so much, can you give me something to take the edge of emilia"

"As you wish."

Emilia produces a syringe.

"Something to keep the edge off"

She injects him with an anaesthetic.

"Goodnight"

"Well this is cosy. Eoland, you should tell us more about who you are while we're all just sitting here"

Emilia starts healing Martin's leg.

"I won't be able to heal his leg completely. I don't have enough time. He will be able to walk; it will be painful to do so though."

Eolande nods.
"I suppose you deserve to know more about me, your gallant rescuer."
She laughs.
"I am Lady Eolande Sina. I am the rightful ruler of this city. My revolution hopes to take power very soon, and with your help we might just succeed."

"You're very active for aristocracy. Most 'Lady's I've known or have heard of aren't so into getting their hands dirty."

"That's why I'm gathering so much support in the commoners. I'm a doer."

"why do you require our help?"

"Well Meka locked you up, didn't he? So he considers you a threat. That's good enough for me."

Time passes, and the disgusting, bumpy ride finally comes to a stop.
Suddenly, the container is rolled onto it's side. The team and Eolande come tumbling out, along with the sludge. A deep booming laugh echoes around the warehouse they have arrived in.
"My Lady, you are looking as beautiful as ever!" A large man steps forward to greet them, with dark hair and a thick beard.
"Save it, Wicker." Eolande snaps, trying to brush the slop off her clothes.
"I see you brought friends! Are they...?"
"They are."
"Wonderful! Please, honoured guests, come with me and we will get you cleaned up."

Martin falls out of the container, tumbling like a dead body as he is unconscious, he knocks his head against the hard floor of the warehouse and is now bleeding from a cut on the side of his head