They can investigate whether the steampunky objects are worth dragging out of the dungeon in quantity after the people have been rescued. Tromp tromp.

The mazeness of the dungeon is relatively low; It only takes one backtrack before he finds the first one. They're in a metal cage with a grille bottom which is suspended over a rat's nest of spinning sawblades. They're holding their eyes shut, hands over their ears.

Is the cage locked?

Yep, big beefy metal lock. No obvious key nearby.

Hydraulic rescue device time. Haru flies to the cage. "Hi there!" he says, landing on it and hooking an elbow through the bars so he can start working them apart.

The guy freaks out a little bit when the cage wobbles ominously with his landing, but after that is as grateful as anyone to be rescued. And kind of chatty. He's on the list of Known Missing.

"-I told myself, you know, I'm a tough guy, I wouldn't let a dungeon get to me, but Christ on a cracker-"

"Dungeons are like that, they're just super out to ruin your day. We've got about a five minute walk once I fly you down from here, and you're gonna want to stick close to and behind me, with earplugs in case I've got to shoot monsters - they can't see me but they can see you."

"You're the boss, man. I'll do the best I can to make it out safe, which means making your job easier."

"Here's some earplugs, get those in there while I get the bars apart, guns're loud."

What a diligent and trying to look professional and calm rescuee this guy is. Earplugs in.

"Those damn sawblades are loud too!"

"Sure are! I think I'll be able to pull you out through the bars like this, can you turn so your shoulders are thisaway -"

He's a little chubby but he obligingly turns, despite a skeptical glance.

Pull pull and then Haru readjusts his grip and flies him down to the nearest non-sawblade surface. Gets a gun ready for monsters taking exception to the rescue. "I'm Traceless," he volunteers.

"Bob. I hadn't heard of you. Went through a list of Toronto espers once. You new at this? Not that I'm complaining!"

"Yeah, I'm still in my first months, but if I do say so myself I think I'm looking at a promising dungeoneering career." Through the halls and chambers.

[Check above there was a bird roosting here before-]

Up! [I'd probably notice the backlash if something was trying to look at me]

No monster is present.

[Acknowledged; Will save backlash next time (emotion: tense)]

"Is this a weird one? Is that even a meaningful question?" Asks Bob.

"They're all unique and this one is unique too, but it's not a standout that we've noticed so far. Shows up, has monsters in it, ruins people's days."

"And you want all of us out before you start prying up the- Whatever these are-"

Bob is out of shape but also not carrying lots of tac gear. He can keep up.

Next chamber has an air patrol! Two birds trying to see him and divebombing towards Bob. He curses and immediately turns to run back down the hall.

"Don't run!" Haru calls, aiming and firing at one of them.

The bullets send showers of sparks flying off the monsters; The fourth hit nicks something vital on one of the pair and it spirals to the side and whacks into the wall. The other one is halfway through its vicious dive. Bob appears to have taken the chance to dive to the ground and cover his head.

Thank you Bob. He shoots the second one.