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"We still should have given him a way of contacting us." Sona pointed out. This was an unexpected oversight on her part that she was currently mentally cursing.
"Akeno, set your familiar to watch the Shrine when you aren't there." Rias ordered without hesitation. "That's where we designated a neutral location, so it's also the most likely place that he'll go to if he wants to contact us. Once he is seen, contact either Sona or me and we'll go see what it is that he wants."
"Hai, Buchou." The Yamato Nadeshiko nodded demurely.
With Issei
The Sekiryūtei was becoming puzzled and annoyed.
He had been walking around this abandoned factory for over fifteen minutes and there wasn't a single sign of it being used for anything since it closed its doors. The thick carpet of dust that covered every visible surface made that clear easily enough, and, combined with the corroded metal and broken glass littering the area, made the place look like it had been abandoned for over a decade.
That was what made it so suspicious. This place had been built only three years ago and hadn't been in active use for more than six months before the company who ran it went bankrupt and went into administration. He distinctly remembered his mother talking about the scandal of the company's vice-president having an affair with his secretary as he embezzled funds from what was supposed to go to purchasing new materials.
So then, the Purifiers had moved in some time after the place had shut down and had done something to make this place look like the place was one good push away from collapsing in order to keep people away. The base was almost certainly beneath the factory; otherwise it wouldn't be a dungeon. But how to get in there? It wasn't outside the building at least, there would be too much risk of some random vagrant either stumbling onto it or witnessing someone else coming out. So it had to be inside the building somewhere. So it was definitely inside, and likely hidden somewhere so it couldn't be found by some random kids that somehow managed to sneak pass the fence
'Haaahhh…I haven't thought about Oppai in ages.' Issei abruptly realized sadly. It wasn't that he was no longer interested in Oppai, far from it, but every time he did think about Oppai, he got excited. And once his excitement grew to a certain point, [Gamer's Mind] would kick in and forcibly calm him down. It took all of the enjoyment out of thinking about the wondrous things called Oppai in the first place!
[Gamer's Mind] activated!
See? Bloody thing was leeching all the fun out of his life to keep him focused on his 'mission.'
Returning to the subject at hand, the Sekiryūtei guessed that this place had some kind of emergency entrance/exit for the Project Rat Poison base. That being the case, it was likely somewhere out of the way and/or hard to get to on the ground floor, which ruled out the main factory floor, as well as the ruined cafeteria and all of the corridors and public places.
That left…the Floor Manager's office. It was perched slightly above the floor to allow the theoretical manager to overlook the place, but it was also out of the way and was small enough and unobtrusive enough to be overlooked by most people.
For using a startling amount of logic and reasoning, you gain +1 WIS and INT!
A vein pulsed in Issei's head as his right arm's Sacred Gear snarked at him once again. He never once imagined he'd have a near-irresistible urge to punch an article of clothing, but then again his life had just been getting weirder and weirder since this started.
Making his way to the Floor Manager's Office, the boy peered around the dimly lit room. Old desk, broken hat stand (Why? The locker room was where employees kept their stuff), decrepit-looking chair…suspiciously clean and intact floorplan with several pins stuck in it mounted on the wall. Hello, clue.
Examining the pins made Issei smile beneath his helmet. All of them were blank, except for one, which had a dead rat with a spike through it engraved on it. Rat Poison. Hah.
Pressing it, Issei stepped back as the wall juddered and about a meter of floor and wall creaked open, revealing steps leading down into darkness, as always. Issei had to wonder why these places were never brightly lit. Were the Purifiers miserly with their electricity bills or something?
Putting that inane question aside, Issei carefully went down the stairs, wishing he had bought a torch. Then he had an idea.
"[Magic Weapon Reinforcement]!" he muttered. In a flash, both his gladius and his Swordbreaker were wrapped in ruby light. While dim, the added light was more than enough to see by, even if the opening slammed shut behind him as he activated it.
Moving down the stairs, Issei was not surprised to see an antechamber at the bottom of the stairs. That had been the commonality with all of the dungeons he had visited so far. What Issei hadn't expected was the still corpse of a man sprawled out in the middle of the small room, clutching something in his hand. His throat had been slit on both sides, one neater than the other.
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