A little less than halfway through the flight up, Devoted started to feel considerably sick and light headed. He slowed his ascent and moved away from the center as he opened himself up to the true world of the Astral. There in the center of the destroyed structure, like a hazy egg of raw energy, he saw the shimmering outline of a man, sitting with legs crossed and arms lain atop them. It could be nothing other than a dark echo of the mage who, with his dying act set this building aflame. The exertion of creating flames so hot that they melted plascrete must have killed him. With reverence, Devoted stayed out of the emotional turmoil surrounding the spot, even as the others quickly climbed past it. He would have to remember the lesson of that man.
While climbing, Codemonkey had instructed his Stormcloud blimp to check out the floors above as best it could. The windows with their SolarSeal tint were not letting any light out at all. In fact, as the blimp maneuvered over to the hole where the Gargoyle punched out of the structure, it became slightly more apparent as to why those windows were sucking up rays so greedily, for when the blimp approached the open hole to peer inside on the 60th, four metal rods extended from around the window frame and a blot of electricity shot out and temporarily incapacitated the roving drone. Luckily, an incapacitated balloon isn't terribly different from a working one, and it rebooted again before long, no worse for the experience. The trid recordings of the hole in the 60th didn't show too much. There were movable walls about a meter and a half high which marked out a field of cubicles. Nothing moved and nothing of note was immediately apparent.
Machete peaked his head up into the space of the 60th floor after taking a few moments to listen intently for any activity above. The area was much smaller than the 28th far below. The building was designed to taper ever narrower as it got higher, but this large blank spot in the middle made the differences much more pronounced. Also more pronounced was the difference in decor. Unlike the floors below stripped bare, this area looked like a nearly untouched repository of 50s business artifacts. Not the kind of artifacts that are worth a damn, but the real news was that this place actually looked to be untouched. Mike hadn't sent them on a goose chase after all. It would be well worth looking around, and more so the higher they climbed.