"Pi," Rai goes.
"Okay, now you, cross boy," Wiley goes, apparently not even questioning Rai's choice of numbers. 

"Pi six it is!" Wiley shouts, and immediately...nothing sounds. He doesn't like too loud sounds in his machinery. 
"Pi six?" Rai talks as if making a realization. "That's..."
"What?" Wiley turns around to Rai. "Too late, Rai! You made a choice! Now let's see what the probability forces of the world have in store for us, shall we?" 
Whatever Rai says is drowned out by no sound but by whatever just happened. A dim cyan light engulfs the three, as if in some sort of magical forcefield, and then it's suddenly like one's vision is being squeezed out. That's Dion's perception, anyways. It's like someone took his sight of the world like it were a paper ball and started squishing it within their grasp. And they're strong and doing so very, very quickly. His entire view of the world sickeningly collapses upon itself like it wasn't supposed to exist. 

For some reason, it feels a whole lot like his hands won't move...until suddenly both his vision and hands move, and their movements are like whips. Hopefully that doesn't mean that he just partially slapped himself on the face.

"Ouch," Rai fills in for him, though the cyber agent's eyes are closed. His left arm is slightly outstretched as if resting on an invisible handhold for support. "You alright, Dion?"
Wiley, meanwhile, looks like he's unaffected by the journey--save for how his head is slightly spinning in a semicircle. Otherwise, he has the most stupid grin on his face (his trademark). "Ey look, we're all alive," he goes, waving his arm around lazily and stopping his dizzying head-spin thing.

The world's kinda blurry, but at least it's not that bad. I mean, it could definitely be much worse. 
"Aua," Wiley agrees, this time a little less obnoxious about it.

"So, whaddya say, Rai? Good enough, considering it was a preliminary trial? And also, what were you saying before we came here?" Wiley's a good deal more relaxed, it seems. Actually, no it doesn't. There's practically no difference except that he isn't shouting now...for the time being, that is.
The young man cracks open one eye. "I was saying something about this location. But first, care to elaborate on 'preliminary trial'?" 
"Nah," the scientist immediately goes, cracking a big grin that does not give good vibes. But then again, he almost never gives good vibes.

"Fine." Rai will press later. They're smack in the middle of a desolate wasteland, after all, and his pragmatic nature means that he has determined the priority is not to interrogate Wiley but actually to just get to a safer place. There are no visible threats, but that doesn't mean that there aren't any dangers. In fact, if this were a video game, this would be the ideal place to have sand monsters spring out. While Rai's not really thinking on the same branch of thought as the narrator there (thankfully), the general idea suffices.
"Y'know, it's kinda weird," Wiley goes, apparently not as concerned. Before someone can ask him to elaborate, he barrels on himself. "According to calculations, we should have been there." He points to a part of the land only a few meters away. "But we're here. Hmm...did I make an error?" he asks rhetorically, bonking himself on the head lightly with his newly formed fist a few times before shaking his head like a wet dog. 
Rai takes a look at the place where the chemist pointed, finishes opening his other eye, and starts off that way. Curiously enough, he also takes a look at the hazy sky above in the process.

"You know too, right?" Wiley persists after less than two seconds, though he doesn't follow Rai. "I don't make that kind of stupid mistake. A few meters. If that ain't ridiculous, I don't know what is."
Then, after a few more seconds: "And you checked the work, I'm pretty sure. You always do."
Rai, against his better judgment, gives forth a reminder: "You once said five plus six is twelve."
"That was at three A.M.!" Wiley throws his hands up. "And how many decades ago was that? Who asks a guy who hadn't slept for days and had just fell asleep for a few minutes a math question, anyways? A cruel person! That's who."
As the cyber agent just smirks, the scientist continues complaining. "You hear? A cruel person! Now answer the question."

"Which question?" A relatively simple answer is given. "You asked many."
"You know which!" Wiley flings his skinny-bone arms into the air, which makes the motion funnier than it is, but proceeds to specify anyways. "You checked the work, right?" he asks. "If so, we need to figure out what the miscalculation came from."
"It's that important?" Rai finally turns around to regard Wiley. "We made it to our destination in one piece after all, right? Besides, if y--we," he corrects before Wiley can become sensitive, "made a mistake in the process, it's not as if we can fix it now."
"Just answer the question," insists the scientist. "It's important in some way. I know it is." He adds, "My intuition tells me it. It's super important." Funnily enough, he looks to Dion for confirmation.

"He agrees! He says it's really super duper stupendously important!" goes Wiley before Dion can even start anything after saying "I." "See there, Rai????" he goes, though he's actually stupidly grinning at Dion still. "Answer the question."
The cyber agent yields. "I did check the work," he goes, before Wiley interrupts him.
"Yeah see? Important." Wiley finger snaps. For once, he doesn't fail at it. Now he's looking into the distance. "You're like a calculator when there are no parentheses involved."
"What does that even mean?" Rai asks, or he would've asked, but he doesn't finish because he knows Wiley wouldn't answer anyways.
And he's right, because even now, Wiley just continues, "Which means we oughta figure out things before we go down. What caused the error? If there was actually one? If there was one, I need to redo the experiment. Sucks to be me I guess."
His priorities are skewed, as usual. Or perhaps not...?

"So even if some external factor did cause the error, that doesn't change the fact that, one, we can't do much about it at the moment, and two, we need to do something else at the moment," Rai points out. "It's also not like we can fix the error, no? To do that, we would have to get somewhere safer. Which," he looks down at the ground, "happens to be one of your labs. Conveniently enough."
"No." Wiley doesn't interrupt this time. Surprisingly enough, his grin has suddenly lapsed into some semblance of seriousness, though mostly it looks like he's trying to grin anyways, or that a grin is trying to break through. In any case, his face definitely isn't built for serious expressions. It's like his frowning muscles malfunction or something.
"No?" Rai repeats, sounding slightly perplexed.
"No," the scientist agrees...with himself, yeah. "Or maybe no to that no. Who knows? I just think it's a no. Yeah, no." There's his stupid grin again. His sense of humor can be horrendous. 
"So we walk," concludes the cyber agent. He stuffs his hands into his pockets and raises an eyebrow.
"Sure," Wiley immediately agrees. "Let's walk."

Rai flicks a finger upwards as if to indicate, "Above."
"How am I s'posed to know? I ain't a GPS," Wiley slightly drawls, mostly because he's also slightly laughing at the absurdity of what he's saying. 

"What?" Rai questions.
"What?" Wiley also repeats before he bursts out laughing. He seems to know no circumstance.

"Let's not," Rai goes, as if making some sort of decision. With a slight twist of his arm, as if to straighten out his sleeve, he takes a few steps to his right.
"What what what?" Wiley asks, almost making a few starting steps of his own like a defiant puppy.

The cyber agent makes a slight sighing noise. "Where to?" he asks Wiley. 
He's answered with almost an exact copy of the emoji  ¯\_(ツ)_/¯.
"Right," Rai says, his tone falling even flatter than usual. Maybe it's to mimic a sense of inevitability. "So, what does that mean?"
"It's your decision to make!" Wiley answers as if chorusing. He immediately resumes his pseudo-serious expression after doing so. "Okay, but seriously, something is giving me bad vibes." He emphasizes, "REALLY bad vibes," but then proceeds to go, "It doesn't really feel all that bad...but that tiny nagging feeling is what gets ya, y'know?"
If Rai is concerned, he doesn't show it. "Yes, same," he monotones. "Though mine has a specific reason--standing here would rationally give some anxiety, no? Not only is there is no cover here, it is also flat ground. Which, might I add," he continues, somehow overriding whatever objection or general dialogue Wiley was going to interrupt him with, "is very ideal territory for robots to move and fight upon."
"Capiche," states Wiley, not that anyone asked "Capiche," but that does stop Rai's long explanation of sorts.
"...So?" Rai asks after a few seconds of Wiley just staring expectantly at him.
"So?" the scientist questions back. "We're gonna wind up listening to you either way, right? So what's the plan?"
"We go down," Rai answers, gesturing to the underground.
"Great! We go down, then," the other affirms, nodding obediently. It's just as out of character as it sounds. "But just to make sure, if anything bad happens down there, you take the responsibility, right?"
"Right," Rai starts, but before he finishes, Wiley pumps his fists into the air.
"Heck yeah!! I'm all about that zero accountability life." He lets his arms down and does his stupid grin. "Alrighty, you two, follow me."
He takes, like, half a step to his left.