Campanella runs a hand through his sodden hair. He stares - or is it glares - at the gallery door. Sighing he lets his eyes rove across the alley.
"Looks like we have no choice in the matter. I can't say I have heard of the Architects of the Future before then I think we have the 'shadowy forces' my Art associate was worried about. That could be why he phoned me last night; maybe he felt the net closing on him. Well... Seer, Left Hand or not, I don't like the idea this group can walk openly through our city. And play with shakespearean quotes in the rain. And interfere in our quest."
He chuckled to hide his embarrassment and annoyance.
"They were probably just leaving when we encountered them. Damn it all!"
He turned back to the alley while Alastor described his findings.
"That is probably the tradesman's entrance. And its most likely where our Architects of the Future gained entry. I think you'll find they left by the front door using some form of Space Portal. I picked up some of the resonance right there." He gestured to the door and the distortion effect that twisted the hung, snarled like a spider's feast, in front of the gallery door.
"As for the rear entrance. It is as good a shot as any. I can try and gain us access but first let's try our friends in the machine."
Campanella texted Shodan - "Are you Free?"