The moment his brother took the red haired woman from his arms Lan was already planning his escape as well.  He motioned for the cat to follow, but did not wait to make sure it was listening.  He crossed the street over from where Cade's bike was and set off into a light jog to make his way the next street over.  Pulling out his cell phone he quickly dialed for a cab and had it set to meet him a few blocks away from the accident.  After a few minutes Lan stood at the curb, waiting.<br/><br/><em>You move too fast...I'm only two feet tall damn you...</em>the voice said in his head.<br/><br/>“Yes, but you've got four legs...you held your own very well...demon...thing...”  Lan grumbled back, already thinking up the story he was going to have to tell to cover the car being destroyed like it was.  He could already hear the faint sound of sirens in the background as the yellow minivan cab pulled up.  “Oh fucking wonderful...a mini...how domestic...” he groused as the cabbie hopped out to open the door for him.<br/><br/>“Where to?”  the middle aged man said with an accent that Lan placed somewhere in Hungry.<br/><br/>Something about how the man looked reminded Lan of Franz Liszt, shaking his head of the memory he climbed into the cabin, the cat in tow.  “Newport Isle, 8800 block.”  He told the driver, not too far from his true destination, but enough to make it hard for the man to trace it back to him.  The cabbie nodded and hopped into the driver's spot, speeding off a moment later.  Within twenty minutes the minivan pulled up to the stop, Lan left him a decent tip, not enough to stand out and set off on his way as the cab drove away.<br/><br/>A half hour later he walked up to the front door of his place.<em>About time...I never thought we'd stop walking...</em>the voice grumbled in his head.<br/><br/>“Well I'm sorry that you had to actually do something akin to effort, cat....you eat cat food or...?”<br/><br/><em>Oh piss off and open the door...there better be a nice cushy sofa in there...</em>it tiredly said, running in with a burst of hidden speed as the door cracked open enough to let him in.<br/><br/>“You're welcome...ungrateful flea bag...”  Lan said as he walked in and shut the door behind him, dialing the cellphone to make a call to the police to report his car stolen.