"That goes without saying brother, it'll have to be as near to here as possible though," looking at the used up voo-do doll on the floor, he says "that one isn't gonna make it much longer."

"We'll have to arrange a hand-off topside, for the sake of expediency, I'll get moving in that direction with him, if you can arrange a place, shoot me a message with the coordinates and I'll do what I can to get there."

"I'll have to leave the other one and the shotgun here," he says nodding towards the blood and shit encrusted heap, "they shouldn't be too much trouble."

'Sick..' Grey says, looking at the tied together corpse..

He picks up the shotgun and looks it over though.. easily distracted...

'Yeah, Warlocks.. topside. Roger, ill make the call..'

"I know I can count on you." he says, mulling over  his route to the surface. "The gun is all yours, I never liked the damn things."

Hyde readies himself to leave, scooping up the wounded ghoul once more, looking at the blood all over the place and decides to call in the cleaning crew.

With a mournful cry that seems to echo through the adjoining chambers, he calls out to his 'grinners'.

Only one answers the summons, waddling into the  cavern, Hyde tells it *dinner time my lovely, tell your friends* motioning to the pools of coagulating blood. The creature seems... enthusiastic.

And Hyde is off.