It was fairly obvious to Plum that Ghost was trying to regain some type of composure as his shift had begun--it was slow, but she had a feeling it was due to Ghost's will power more than anything. She stood, clutching her left arm to her chest as she tried to figure out what to do. There was no way she could get Ghost out of the building. Ghost, it seemed, had figured the same thing and reached for the emergency button under his desk.<br/><br/>Kai was suddenly bursting into the room, gun drawn--Cherry was in the direct path of said gun and stepped out of the way. "Fuck," was all Kai said to acknowledge the situation in the room and immediately he began to shift into something that was more able to manage Ghost. "Get to Thyme. Tell him to get the Hunt Team ready. They need to guide him out of Market fast," he said in a growl so low that Plum barely could make out the words. She managed, though. "Got it," she replied, darting out the door. It seemed pain wasn't an issue when it came to ensuring Ghost's safe transformation.<br/><br/>It didn't take long to find Thyme, who seemed frustrated about something. "Hey kitty! Need the Hunt Team. Kai's got Ghost, but ya know how that goes..." she stated, slightly out of breath.<br/><br/>----<br/><br/><br/>Silas sighed, "Just being a non-human now is pressing one's luck, and Paetra was not given a choice." Kallista listened while Silas spoke, though she was doubtful that PM would really be free, even as Silas said, "But it will have to come free. Since we came here, I have long since abandoned my ways of not killing those who do not attempt to kill me. I will end these people should they use our daughter to blackmail us." He turned from her for a moment, white hair swaying, "I am fast becoming more like them, but I know not what else I can do, sheill. I was a killer long ago, during the reign of the Four Kings, and I am becoming a killer again. I only wish I knew whether it was brought on by choice or circumstance." At that, the pale woman frowned, her lips pursing in disapproval. It was so unlike Silas to question himself so readily, "Silas, you have and always will do what you need. Of this, I am certain. If you wish my thoughts on the matter, I do not think this has been a choice for either of us. You carry too much---and I know you will never lighten your load, but I wish you would allow yourself forgiveness for the things you have had to do. You are still a good man, Silas."<br/><br/>She paused for a moment, the hairs on the back of her neck tingling, "I think...perhaps you have already met the woman's mate..." she said softly, the familiar power of a wolf had begun to fill the area--but there was something more to it. "Silas...the man who runs this organization...What was he??"<br/><br/>----<br/><br/>While Cherry wasn't afraid of heights, she wasn't too big on them either. She was more than happy to be on solid ground once they had reached their destination. It looked to be a garage of some type and was fairly comfortable inside. Mallow had pointed out a plush chair that looked similar to the one that had gone missing from her home a few years before--she didn't question it, however, deciding even if that was the chair, she could forgive Mallow for using it in his safe house.<br/><br/>"Whaddaya say to a victory drink, Cher?" Mallow's voice cut through her thoughts and she turned to see him holding up a bottle of bourbon. She gave a grin, "Don't you think it is a little early in the evening for that?" she asked, he gave a shrug, "It'll probably be a day or two before they stop looking for you, so we might as well get comfortable." "Fair enough," she replied as she reached out and took the bottle from Mallow.<br/><br/>"This goddamn thing..." Mallow mumbled and Cherry furrowed her brows in question. He didn't notice her look as he opened a curtain to reveal a small washing area. Since she didn't get any explanation, the redhead turned her eyes back to the bourbon in hand and decided to go ahead and pour both of them a glass. She turned to hold up his glass to him just as he turned to look at her with now mismatching eyes. "What the fuck?" Cherry said in surprise. The eye didn't bother her, it was the sudden change. The man just shrugged, "My sister, Coco, she's a Gifted...She can make these areas of pressure. They're small, but I've seen her devastate with them...Anyway, when we were little and she couldn't control it, I broke one of her toys. She started crying, and my eye started to hurt like hell. It's looked like this ever since. I can still see out of it, but it's colorblind. I have to order these expensive-ass contacts 'cuz I got tired of the looked," he grinned at her and Cherry didn't have much of a chance to respond, "Speaking of tired," Mallow continued, "there's only one bed here, but I'll bunk on the chair. Seems like the gentlemanly thing to do, right?"<br/><br/>Cherry rolled her eyes, "You're an idiot. Who the fuck does gentlemanly things anymore? Surely it's big enough for us to squeeze on there. I've slept on plush chairs VERY SIMILAR to this one and let me tell you, it isn't fun...Anyhow, do you have a way of contacting folks or is this a no contact zone?" She wanted to check on Raz and on Afterglow. She was nervous, that was for sure. She knew Raz could easily handle himself and he could handle it better than she ever could alone. Still, her stomach twisted in knots not knowing what was happening.