Prologue: Exile

[Artemis]

"Any cash you can find helps us all." Art smiled grimly. He patted a pocket. "I still have the... ah... phone you got me. Right here. It might need a top up but we can do that out of town." Call him old fashioned but he much preferred it when the phone was made of bakelite and was kept on the table; or mantle piece; or the wall. He was grateful his burner was an old Nokia knock off; the smart phone with its internet connection and techno wizardry was too much science fiction intruding into the present. Yes, as a human sized bunny scarred by the Hunt he was well aware of his own hypocrisy; that didn't alter his opinion.

He nodded, taking a breath.

"I'm ready. We have to move now before the others get into motion. There is a lot of them."

And there it was. The Freehold had been, well, their home. How swiftly it had turned into hostile ground. How easily.

Artemis didn't pause to reflect on whether the paranoia of the Escape and the Hunt was still affecting him. But for the first time since breaking through the Thorns, he was aware of it.

[Circe]

Cana thought of how to get to Fat Mike's fast. She'd hit up a cab if she saw one or just run her ass off. Cana's ears were flat to her head, her mouth a grim line as she nodded, "Ret to go."

And like that their "home town" was no longer such. Whatever unity or safety it had provided was now a phantom to their motley. They'd seek higher ground and trust each other to see them through the night. Her voice spoke with certainty: "I will see you both at the Lamp Post."

[Eris]

"Let's do this then."

The Fairest nods, void black talons reach for the door.

Dead bolt clicks.

Chain rattles.

Nob's turned.

All that was left, was to step out of this room and face what awaited them.

End Scene!
This was amazingly epic and awesome! I can't wait to get the Rogues back together and have another awesome scene!