Carina crouched inside of the pipe staring up at the skies her breath uneven as the planes continued to fly over New York. She could hear the sharp whistling of the bomb drop, then the following explosion that seemed to make the metropolis rock.  â€˜Shit.â€ She thought â€˜shit!â€™  Those planes weren't just dropping bombs either she had seen people, soldiers, she guessed parachute down around the edges of the city and extremely close to the area she was in. She quickly took shelter in one of the drain pipes until she could grasp the situation.<br/><br/>The city of New York was under attack. She, however, was outside of the city and what looked to be out of range of the attack.  If she kept along this trail she would hit Vermont in a week, then Canada in another three. It was a solid plan. But, there was one downfall to this plan. While she was 10o% sure her mother was no longer in New York, she was also 100% sure Aiden WAS still in New York.  And that damn feeling was creeping back on her. Carina rolled her eyes heaven-ward then towards the silhouette of hell that had become to New York. With a deep breath Carina turned her back from the bath and crawled deeper into the pipe.<br/><br/>~*5 Days Later*~<br/><br/>â€œWhy? Why? Is it always sewers?â€ she muttered to herself climbing back down the ladder and into the sewers below. A quick peak out of another manhole had shown that they were roughly eight streets over from the subway station. It had also shown her that there was no way they could take to the streets with that many soldiers marching around. She hoped off the last rung and turned to face the odd group she had accumulated during her underground stint.<br/><br/>â€œStill no good?â€ came a deep voice from beside her. She turned to face Ion, with a weary sigh. â€œThereâ€™s no way we can go through there without being caught.â€<br/><br/>Ion nodded, humming to himself and picked up is bag with one hand and reached for his sonâ€™s, Ryu, hand with the other. Out of the entire group Ion was the tallest, with long platinum blonde hair, stormy grey eyes and aristocratic features he looked like the perfect Alpha. But that was as far as his alpha-ness went. Ion was laid back, always had a smile on his face, and acted, in Marissaâ€™s words not hers, like an idiot. He always laughed it off, but Carina never missed that sharp glint of intelligence and cunning when his eyes tuned to steel.<br/><br/>â€œI donâ€™t see why we have to crawl around the sewers like omega trash, the city belongs to us I donâ€™t see why we donâ€™t just force them to leave.â€ Marissa sniffed. It was will alone that pushed back the nasty retort, Carina wanted to snap at the girl. If Ion was everything an alpha shouldnâ€™t be, then Marissa was the poster child for Alpha women everywhere. Exotic and elegant, Marissa was beautiful and she knew it. She was used to getting what she wanted, when, where, and how she wanted it. If she told you to jump, you didnâ€™t ask how high, you just continue to defy gravity until she told you to stop.<br/><br/>â€œFeel free to climb out whenever you want too.â€ Travion took one last puff of his cigarettes before dropping it to the ground and stepping on it. â€œI sure as hell wouldnâ€™t mind.â€ Travion was a bit of a mystery to her, not that she expected to know him in the short three days she had been traveling with him. Carina had heard his name many times before on the grapevine usually in tandem with subjects surrounding the black market.  Why exactly he was down in the sewers with them, she wasnâ€™t sure his three bands made him safer above ground than their four.<br/><br/>â€œKnow your place Beta trash!â€ Marissa snarled drawing herself up taller.<br/><br/>Travion chuckled sweeping his red hair out of his face and locked eyes with Carina. â€œWhere to next oh brave and fearless leader?â€ he asked. Carina snorted her lips quirking upwards, â€œWeâ€™re only a few streets away from the subway and, with the most likely case that the soldiers have taken it over, weâ€™re going to have to be careful if we want to find the â€˜Back Doorâ€™. â€œ According to the others, the â€˜Back Doorâ€™ was an emergency exit way being used by Alphas all over to escape the city.  The only thing they had to work with were rumors, that it was somewhere near the subway station She picked up her own pack and looked around the group for a general ok to go on.<br/><br/>With quiet steps they made their way further into the underground of New York.