"The promise of power,something that'll drive almost anyone to anything.She has told them that they can grow immune to iron,and so many believe her.Such as one of the Thornguards we encoutered back at the edge of Tir Na Nog.(I hope I spelled that right)" Jason answered Puck,still refusing to un-hide from his little world of camo in his wings. He peaked out,though,a bit with a purple eye with a slitted pupil.

(You did :3)

"Huh. Well, that's...absolutely horrifying." Puck shook his head in disbelief. "Still, we have to get in there somehow, iron weapons or no. Can we glamour ourselves to look like them?"

"It wont hold up against all the iron," Ash muttered, deep in thought.

"I might have a better idea," Grimalkin said. "There are several glass skylights on the roof of the factory. You could map the layout of the building from there, maybe even see where Virus is."

That sounded like a good idea. But... "How do we get up there?" Puck asked, staring at the looming glass-and-metal wall of the factory. "I can fly, and I'm sure Ash can get up there, but Ironhorse is a little more earthbound."

Grimalkin nodded sagely. "Normally, I would agree. But tonight, it seems the Fates are on our side. There is a window cleaners platform on the far side of the building."

Jason listened closely,wishing that maybe the 'fates' thing could be true.But that part seemed a little to easy.
"Doesn't that seem a little easy if Virus knows we have Ironhorse with us?" He said softly,though not thinking he'd be acknowledged.

"Virus assumes that all of us are dead. Including Prince Ash. In case you forgot, last Virus knew, we all went to stop Ash." Ash winced with a grimace.

"Still,if she knew enough...to...uhg...okay,that I have no comeback against." He said,then gave an apologetic look to Ash from the small opening he peaked out of from his wings.

Ash ignored the look. "The Thornguards are gone. We should be able to sneak in now." He was the first one out, as if he was leaving some bad memory in the pipe. He used extreme caution, not trusting the little monsters one bit

Jason came out after the others,keeping small as he slunk out. He stepped a little out to the side and shook himself out slightly,muttering that the SeaSerfs would do so much better with water then him,even though somewhere along the line they were bred into him. He half wished he could reassure Ash that the little creatures where fine but the other half of him still was trying to rip himself away from what he still felt for the ice prince. He knew he'd have to either go back to the summer court or back to the dragons to help fight. He hated himself for getting feelings for either in the first place but he felt it was safe enough to let himself feel for Puck.Puck was sweet and always there when you needed him,he cared if Jason felt hurt or not.He trusted Puck fully,soul and all.

Fortunately, their luck seemed to hold as they made their way around the back of the factory. A small platform hovered over the ground, attached to a pulley system that climbed all the way up to the roof. The wall was dark, and the gremlins were absent, at least for now.

Grimalkin hopped lightly onto the wooden platform, followed by Ash and Puck, being careful not to touch the iron railings. Ash offered Jason a hand, offering to help him up.

Jason didn't want to be rude,but was shaking slightly as he gently took the help up. As soon as he was up though he made sure to take his hand back quickly,tail in tight. He came to the edge and offered Ironhorse some help up,unless he thought he could get up on his own.

Ironhorse clambered aboard after Jason. The wooden planks creaked horribly and bent in the middle, but thankfully held firm. Puck and Ironhorse each grabbed a rope and began drawing the platform up the side of the building. The dark, mirrored walls reflected a strange party back at us: a cat, two elf-boys, a very beat up dragon, and a monstrous black man with glowing red eyes. There was a soft hiss overhead. A gremlin crouched on the pulleys near the top of the roof, slanted eyes glowing in the dark. Spindly and long-limbed, with huge batlike ears, it flashed Jason its razor-blue grin and let out a buzzing cry.

Instantly, gremlins started appearing from everywhere, crawling out of windows, scuttling along the walls, swarming over the roof to peer at us. A few even clung to the pulley ropes or perched on the railings, staring at them with their eerie green gaze. Ash growled curses under his breath.