The pasty German called the team exactly 48 hours after he had left:
<<My artificing has been concluded. I am ready for action. Let’s meet up at the underground entrance. Bring gasmasks and chemical resistant armor – better yet FBA. It’s really filthy down there.>>

Zag was nice enough to inform his contacts to arrange for the second expedition – and so Ulrich arrived kitted out with a large bag and a slight twitch to his movements. He was brimming with energy, barely contained by the illussion over his aura.