Renn and Bobby hurried through the empty street, which was now filling with running figures. She could see lights and a lot of movement at the edge of town. Heading toward it, she weaved her way between the houses, approaching cautiously. Prepared for the worse, yet hoping for the best, she braced herself and crept closer.<br/><br/>She was creeping down a dark space between the buildings when she heard voices very near. She stopped, holding out a hand to stop Bobby from bumping into something, and pressed a finger to his lips to silence him. She recognized the voices. It was  Mark and Luke. They were the two she'd charged with the task of keeping the city safe. They jokingly called themselves and the rest of those who worked with them 'The Militia' but they were not actively engaging in offensive operations. She had been very clear that they couldn't do that.<br/><br/>She was just in time to hear a hurried conversation between the two. She heard the words clearly, and felt the cold hard rock in her stomach they caused. They'd gone behind her back and started a war. These were some of her closest friends.... and they'd ruined everything she'd worked for.<br/><br/>"What... have you... done." her words were as cold as her anger in the darkness.