It seemed like hours that the raft floated downstream through the winding waterways. Jimmy remained silent and still the entire way, as did, for the most part, the eleven other metahumans who continue to cower at the opposite end of the barge. Allistaire remains tense, as if waiting for someone to interrupt his rescue, but will speak with Azog and Mugsy with a civil tongue if addressed.
For their part, Azog and Mugsy are grateful for some time in which to catch their breath (Each of you roll 1d6 and regain that many Wound Ranks if you lost any).
Finally, the sound of rushing water gets louder and louder, and with a sudden spill of moonlight, the barge washes out into the Lake Michigan Breakwater. Looking around, both Mugsy and Azog quickly identify the Waterworks tunnels from which they have exited. Allistaire slowly stands and grabs each of his saviors a long poll from one side of the barge, then points towards a landing very near to one side of the tunnelway. “You can put us in over there.”