[Redd]

Obviously it had taken a lot of work and a lot of lives, trying to muscle in on other gangs to get a piece for themselves, but surely it was worth it. Somehow, even, she'd managed to conceal her identity from the rest of the gang as well. Outside of Tirador, their muscle, Larry, their recruiter and Gregory, their hacker, no one knew of their leader as anything more than The Red Devil, an unnamed, unidentified woman who was responsible for a series of murders across the city.

In her defense though (and she hated this excuse for the sole reason that she'd made fun of someone previously for using it but) 'demons made her do it'.

[Redd]

She liked the image of her being the literal devil though. Carried more weight. Though, really... she'd never even heard of the word devil until she'd arrived in this city.

She had a lot of things she didn't want people to know, she guessed.

"Fuck it. Wings when we're done, on me. You're a convincing man." Roja grinned back at the trio. Larry's entire expression was something of unrestrained glee and Greg at least looked a little interested. Tirador just huffed. "And you're coming motherfucker, that's an order." Cue another sigh.

[Redd]

And she needed something to distract her, because she was seeing more phantom monsters rising out of this fog. No one else seemed to notice though. That was troubling.

After a few more minutes of silently following the drone, everyone slowly becoming more and more on edge, the lights flickered before failing. Then, there was a crash.

"Shit no, my drone!" Greg ran foward, his feet heavy on the concrete. He reached the unresponsive piece of machinery, hands reaching out to turn it over. Suddenly there was a startled yelp and he jumped back.

[Redd]

"What?! Are you okay?" Roja barked, running forward, almost stumbling as her feet didn't hit concrete... but grass. She stopped dead and blinked around the mist. They... were in the city. The nearest nature park was at least a good couple of miles away. "The fuck...? Hey, Larry, Tiro?"

"Behind ya." Came the grunted reply, and wet footfalls behind her. "Smell's like a fuckin' forest."

"Yeah. Wet grass. I... was surprised." Greg finally responded, wandering back over to the group, the drone held tight to his chest, like he was afraid of losing it. "Where the hell are we? Doesn't look like Fifth. Or even the city."

[Redd]

"Sooo... Like a forest?"

"Okay, okay. Calm down. It appears we're apparently in... a park. Can we go back the way we came?" Roja's voice had maybe raised a little in pitch. She wasn't panicked, nope. What were you talking about. This didn't smell like a forest. This didn't feel like the edge of winter, when it was nearing summer back home. This definitely didn't seem like magic. She definitely hadn't seen demons. They'd got lost, they'd gone to far-

[Redd]

"H-hey..." Larry's panting breaths came from somewhere behind them. "Found you, thank fuck." The man jogged into view, before doubling over and almost wheezing in his exhaustion. "I... I dunno where we are. I backtracked, found the edge of the mist but... you're not gonna like this." Roja's mouth pressed into a grim line.

"We ain't in the city no more. The mist is still there but thinner. Can't see far but it looks like it goes a fair way. There's trees, it's fuckin' cold and there's... hell I don't know what sorta animal looks like that."

[Redd]

"Looks like what?" Roja's tone suddenly cleared up, serious.

The newfound fear of his boss wasn't hard to miss. "Like uh... a  goat? Maybe, I dunno animals man. It was blue though. I swear. With yellow stripes. Ain't a natural animal." He awkwardly fumbled over his words, frantically searching her face for a reaction.

Roja held her breath for a second, before deeply exhaling. "Ram."


"... Excuse me?" Greg was talking this time now. His tone was borderline incredulous.

[Redd]

"They're rams." Roja corrected. Well, she knew where they were. There was nowhere else they could possibly be. "I think I know where we are. Guns away, it means nothing to the people here. We need to get out of the thicker part of the mist and stash the tech someplace safe." She was barking orders now but still no one was moving.

"No... guns? You're fuckin' joking." Tirador finally spoke up. His brow was furrowed and his expression was furious. How... unexpected.

[Redd]

"No, I'm fucking not and unless you want to see how okay I am with leaving you to rot, it's knives only, okay?" She growled back, combat knife appearing in her hand and flashing to the man's neck. Tirador raised his hands in surrender and backed off a few paces, before turning around and starting to walk back the way Larry had come from.

"Anyone else want to test my patience and good will?" She barked, turning on the other two. They both started and shook their heads. "Let's fucking move. Now."

[Event posts end here]