Dart slowed down as he passed the doorway. He recognized where he was from his constant wanderings. Dart grinned. And Sio had never thought anything good could have come from his constant wanderings. But Sio would not be pleased with him. He, and he alone had lost the package that so many had gave their lives for. He, and he alone had lost the package containing the blueprints to The Pantheon. It had been entrusted to him by Frot, the agent who had, in a daring raid, took the package from the Pantheon itself. But such tactics would not work again. Instead, the Council of Elders had decided to unleash some Night Guardians into The Pantheon and let them do the work for The Resistance Collective (TRC). But, thanks to Dart, they lost the blueprint, a necessary component in the plan of the Elders. Dart looked up, startled. His feet, accustomed to the route, had followed his way back to TRC headquarters. But something was wrong with headquarters. Rather then the sky blue TRC flag, another familiar flag waved.