There are two more cameras for Rikku to take out, one on each floor, before they make it to the top level of the stairs, with a door marked for the bridge. It was propped open, just a crack, by the guard who stepped out for a smoke, which gives them a chance to see what they're up against before they get in there. Given the sight, they may not have wanted the sneak preview.

The bridge of the Valiant is still guarded by five? No, six guards with guns. Some automated weapons mounted on the ceiling by the stairs to the main platform. Three of those floating spheres that Jack had warned them about are milling by the expansive front viewport and talking in high-pitched, childlike voices.

"Soon we'll fly! We'll chase them all to all their own worlds, and they'll all see!"

"The ground, it's so pretty when it burns. They'll all get to see how pretty it is soon."

A gravelly, aged voice floats up from inside of a cage, by the bottom of the steps. "Stop it."

The owner of the voice is an impossibly ancient man, still wearing a brown, pin-striped suit. The look on his face is still sharp, eyes still glaring out with not hatred, but almost pity, as he looks up at the floating spheres. He's definitely a man being held prisoner, rather than working with the guards. Best odds at being their extraction target.

With the guards milling around, the Heroes won't have much time to stay hidden, though.