"<span style="color: DarkRed">The Raven went down towards the city center, around the hall.</span>"  Vyk called out into the radio, slinging the bow over her shoulder as she slid down the ladder to landing below. Ducking through the church front doors, she hugged the walls and shadows as she moved down the hill to the safehouse. With locust around, the girl didn't trust the silence, drawing the boltok from behind her waist as she nudged the house's door open, footsteps quiet in her advance. "<span style="color: DarkRed">fuck!</span>" She cried out at seeing the first drone, aiming and firing the pistol at it's head. As it smacked into the ground she grabbed the boy's collar and yanked him toward the front door. "<span style="color: DarkRed">Come on kid!</span>" She shot two more rounds at a second drone before retreating out into the streets, the boy hopefully following.<br/><br/>"<span style="color: DarkRed">Safehouse is a bust, locust got in there! Might have to head deeper into the city.</span>" Vyk roughly pushed some of her black hair from her face, the red streaks flashing briefly. Turning and moving quickly, she led the boy toward the next set of buildings.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>