"Gotta go," replied Maya and without answering began to (carefully) run along an edge and hop to the the next roof top. A block away later, she was back on the ground, and heading towards the canal. She had a few hidden holes here and there, not exactly sanctioned by the Order but pretty much all the Eagles had them, and she wanted to rest for a while. She was sore from the fall, confused about Dante, and needed a bit of quiet time. It was very early morning by now and here and there a bird chirped, people began to leave for their shift, and a woman walking along the street at this time  of night did not attract a second look. And still she felt as though she was being followed. Maybe by that annoying shifter. She ducked into an old building she knew and entered the warren of underground passages which had connected many of the houses and neighborhoods for centuries. She emerged several blocks away and finally headed to her safe house.<br/><br/>Well, technically it was a safe apartment. Two rooms, a kitchenette, and a bathroom in a seedy, run down neighborhood near the rail way station and conveniently far away from the Order HQ. Her room was as she left it, the wards for supes, and technical safety measures still in place and she entered into her sanctuary.<br/><br/>To walls were exposed brick, two had layers of peeling wallpaper, the old wooden floor was creaky in some spots and she knew exactly which spot made what creak, and which ones were safe to step on silently. There was a cache of weapons, hollow point silver bullets filled with holy water, laser weapons to blind and burn creatures of the night, and all kinds of hardware to propel it with.<br/><br/>Her bed was a second hand wooden twin size affair, there was a table and two chairs. Her computers, and other hardware was hidden in a wall panel built for her by Pauley, one of her team. He was a disappointment to the Order based purely on his sexual orientation which angered Maya a great deal. Pauley was brilliant, dedicated, and the sweetest man around.<br/><br/>She locked the door carefully, checked the wards on it, on the windows as well, and then just stood in the room and undressed. She was sore as heck! With plenty of cursing she limped to the bathroom and turned on the water heater, and walked back to the kitchenette and put on the kettle for some tea. She never drank, she never did drugs, not that she hadn’t been tempted, but she knew with the stress of her life she would too easily slide into trouble. It had happened to better people than her.<br/><br/>Dante, Prince of Thieves, and oh, who the hell sent him to steal from Bertie? If she saw him again, she would try to convince him to give it to her so she could return it. Stealing from a vampire was an exceedingly stupid thing to do.<br/><br/>The kettle sang and she poured herself a cup of tea and then filled up the bathtub. Some soothing bubble bath and she could lie there for a while, soak away the pain and stress and keep puzzling this new development.<br/><br/>He wasn’t hard on the eyes, that was sure.