It all happened in seconds. A demon stepped out from seemingly nowhere, caught her blade without taking damage, and immediately her mind had drawn the obvious conclusion: She was about to die. Even so she wasn't going down easily, and was actually in mid-kick when the demon spoke to her. And, confused but without any time to stop, she followed him. When he teleported both of them back to where she needed to be in order to make her escape, she caught the paper he threw and made her escape even as he teleported somewhere else. There were several more minutes of tense hiding punctuated by frantic dashing between points, but eventually she was in the clear.<br/><br/>'This is gunnery,' the radio buzzed on her, 'did anybody make it out?'<br/><br/><span style="color: #00BF00">"Fan here,"</span>she answered back, eyes scanning the city from her position on one of the higher levels of an out-of-use parking structure.<span style="color: #00BF00">"I'm pretty sure no one else is coming, sorry."</span><br/><br/>The radio was silent for a long moment. 'Sorry to hear that,' someone else said, and then 'do you know what happened?'<br/><br/>Fan didn't know. She didn't know what had killed the team, and she didn't know why the teleporting demon had helped her escape. She had no answer to give, and as she looked over the paper she'd been given, the questions got even more confusing.<span style="color: #00BF00">"No,"</span>she said finally.<span style="color: #00BF00">"I've got to check something out. I can't make it back to evac, I'll try to catch the next one."</span><br/><br/>Many of the resistance members would have considered this a suicide move. After the raid, failed though it was, the demons would be out in force, searching for any humans who could even possibly have been involved. Fan was certain she could avoid them, at least most of them. It looked like one of them she was actually trying to find...<br/><br/><div style="text-align: center;">* * *</div><br/><br/>The graveyard took most of the night for Fan to make it safely to. Along the way she'd considered just how long she might be stuck hiding until the demon from before made it here too, for all she knew he could take days. So she'd broken into a locked up pawn shop, grabbed a backpack and a change of clothes, also as many snacks as she could fit into the pockets. Now with the black of night warming into a dark blue, Fan walked amongst the crypts of fallen human leaders, wearing a grey hoodie with the hood up, black pants and brown boots. Her machete was concealed, sheath hung on the inside of her pants rather than the outside, so that the handle was under the hoodie. The backpack might have been holding her first outfit, but if anything went wrong she was going to ditch it and run.<br/><br/><span style="color: #00BF00">"Why the hell am I here,"</span>she mumbled to herself, trying to read a worn-down tombstone.<span style="color: #00BF00">"If I get myself killed trying to say 'thank you'..."</span>