Hestia: I hear voices down one alleyway and contemplate heading down it, tugging on the hem of my black tank top.
Mark: takes a turn down towards some warehouses. "i remember these.. Me and Rick used to come here in our offtime and train" he spots Ricks bike in one of the alleyways. "someone else remembers too"
Hestia: I spot three people standing alert and ready for anything. I smirk and clear my throat loudly, speaking softly "well well, three people, all ready to fight. What darlings, did your gangs get in an argument?" I step out of the shadows into view with a mocking pout
Millie: Sees Mark and gets my bow off my back, I load it with it hidden behind Nick. I hear Hestia and say "we're not from different gangs." I watch the window and aim my bow.
Mark: looks in and spots all of them, then ducks back behind the wall. "rebuilding the chapter?" he whispers to himself. He then free runs until he reaches the rafters inside through an open skylight.
Millie: Mutters "damn it. They moved." Relaxes my bow slightly but looks for points to where they could of gone.
Mark: stays quiet, and quickly assembles and loads the rifle, slinging the empty bag back over his shoulder.