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After Soren went through the flames, Cedric had a moment of hesitation. That wouldn't do. He had to be committed. See it through, get this done, then afterwards, he could run through the trees screaming his head off.

Ced took a bracing breath and stepped into the flames for the last time.

The sight in front of him was one of confusion. The Nosferatu knew about Soren coming, but the shredded woman was both tantalizing and worrying for them. The goblins were suspicious, as was there way. Ced took command of the situation.

"MOVE! Either help us get her to the infirmary or get out of the way!"

He snarled uncharacteristically at the Flame Guard, prompting them to part at his temper. Several gave him strange looks, but Ced ignored them in favor of heading across the floating bridge to the City proper.

He held up his wand and shot purple and gold sparks in the air. By the time they reached dry ground, a medical team was waiting to meet them. The explanation Ced gave was succinct and curt.

"I was out last night with my friend" he nodded over to Soren "and we saw this woman attacked by a shifter. It wasn't a wolf, so I want her stabilized and transferred over to my district as soon as possible so we can find out what it was that mauled her."

It was so good to be trusted...Ced held back a snarl as his orders were obeyed promptly. Tension still rose in his shoulders as he headed off to the werewolf district. They'd need to get Teague and Trevor and the girls, reconvene with Delilah, then get gone.

And he needed to end the problem of Jake.

Ugh. That made him furious. He'd do it, but he didn't have to like it. He set a quick pace through the market, not looking at Soren as they headed for the safehouses the prisoners were being kept in.
They were in. Even in her haze, Delilah realized the change in scenery. The urgency and command to Cedric's tone wasn't missed nor was the speed at which she was taken off. Her head lulled to the side, her eyes barely tracking with the buildings they passed. She tried to focus, to remember what she could. Cedric had given her a map, but if things went wrong... If somehow it was taken from her, separated from her... That couldn't happen. It would jeopardize the mission entirely. No, she had to keep it. And the gifted wand.

When they came to a stop, Delilah could hear people speaking around her. It sounded like hushed whispers, though the urgency was still there. One voice stood out, demanding things of the others. This woman was in charge. She was the one who would make sure she got well quickly. The buzz of voices, the tension in the air....

Delilah gasped as someone touched her shoulder. It was a gentle touch but unexpected. Had she dozed? Had she...? No, she still hardly felt herself. "...up? Delilah caught, and she blinked in confusion, her eyes focusing up at the blonde girl's face. She seemed young and almost frightened, but she was holding something in her hand. The girl looked away as another voice gave her some instruction. "I'm going to lift your head. You need to drink these." Delilah drank the off-tasting concoctions one after the other, four in total, before the girl eased her back down. "Now rest."

Rest? Delilah hated that term. She wanted to get out of this bed now, to rush to find the others and continue the mission. The more time wasted here, the less help she would be if they ran into any trouble. But she would be no help in this condition. She had to rest as directed. She nodded her resignation.

Delilah jerked awake a the sound of voices around her. They were around another bed, she realized but looked at them through the small gap in her curtains regardless before bringing her right hand to her abdomen. It hovered a moment before she gingerly touched the area, getting a little more forceful as she realized that didn't hurt. She felt the other wounds in turn, working toward her neck, before sitting up. She gasped lightly as the rough sheet fell. Well, that was awkward, but expected. Apparently she must not have been out long enough for them to get her in a gown.

Hastily, Delilah grabbed the sheet and held it to her, watching as the two people stood. She heard rather than saw them leave the room. They'd been visitors, then, for whoever was behind that curtain across the room. Good. Delilah glanced over at the table beside her bed. Someone had folded her clothes on there and placed them in a bag. Good. She took a moment before turning so her legs hung off the bed then reached for the bag, bringing it to her bed and setting it beside her. She rifled through the bag, making sure the wand and the other items were in there. They were, thankfully. Satisfied, she put her shirt and pants on then her shoes and socks and stuffed her pockets with everything except the map.

Delilah glanced through the hole and stilled her breathing to listen for signs of any of the healers in the room before opening the leather to see the map. She studied it before shoving it into her pocket, folded as it had been. Now came the task of navigating out of here without being seen.
It was hard to watch as the enemy closed in around Delilah and began to poke and prod her. The beta wasn't sure why he felt so protective over the Death Eater but Soren felt a low rumbling growl begin to form almost as if daring any of the Nos or rest of the entourage to try something. Honestly this whole thing was overwhelming. There were so many unknowns... things that had the potential to go wrong. And if that wasn't bad enough there were so many sites and smells to sort through... like hell, Ced hadn't been kidding when he said the place was huge, yet claustrophobic at the same time. Garou weren't meant to be trapped in a cave under a starless night....

Ced's word did wonders to help him focus though, so when the guard squad or whatever the hell they were turned to look at him, the beta offered a nod of agreement. Whatever yarn his friend was spinning seemed to be working so tehre was no point in speaking if it wasn't needed. The medical team seemed to take what Ced was saying at face value and when his fellow garou headed off Soren followed.

It was hard not to let his gaze wander. The place made him nervous but Soren wasn't going to let that cripple him. Cedric set a brisk pace which didn't leave much time for exploring so the Spiral did his best to memorize landmarks or things he could use if they needed to get out of dodge fast. His nose told him they were in a market... but that was all he could pick up amongst the disgusting scent of werewolves. If he could get away with it Soren would have dropped the whole of the cavern on them... but that was a mission for another day, he had a pack mate and a betrayer to rescue.

Soren followed close behind Ced and was well aware of the tension and anger coursing over the man. Soren offered a silent prayer to Whippoorwill to watch over them and guide them true.
All he had to do was get to Teague's house, then to Trevor's, get Delilah, and get gone. Easy. Stay focused. Don't get distrac-

"Uncle Ced!"

A short growl hummed from the wolf, but he forced himself to put on a smile for Maisie. The little werewolf wouldn't understand what he had to do today. Maybe she never would...maybe she'd never forgive him...that thought hurt, so Cedric ignored it in favor of bending down for a hug, then picking the girl up.

"Maisie-daisy! How's my favorite girl?"

"Bin alright. Helping Jericho with his inventory and accounting. He's teaching me arithmetic so's I can help with his ledgers later, but I also got him to agree to let me fly around on his Cleansweep eight later today!...who's that? And why are his eyes red?"

The dark eyed girl wrapped a hug around Cedric's neck and stared with open curiosity at the Garou. She was guarded, but interested.

"This is my cousin. He came to see what it is I do and to help me with some of my work today. Say hello, Maisie..."

The girl complied shyly, ducking her head with a smile, hiding her face from Soren with a child's innocence.
Getting out of the healer's was honestly the easiest part. She took a moment to make sure she'd repaired her clothing enough that she wouldn't be easily recognized as an escaped patient and let her hair down and tousled it so it was at least slightly messy before stepping out into the alley. She adopted a slightly hunched posture, her eyes down. Hopefully this wouldn't cause the opposite of the intended effect. She'd rather be seen but not noticed if at all possible. She counted buildings as she passed and any turns in the road onto what she expected were streets until she arrived at her first turn then resumed the process. After a few buildings in, she stopped to take a look at a street vendor's goods, figuring that lingering a little would be a lot less suspicious if she had any eyes on her than moving with purpose from point A to point B when that was such a long stretch. She had no currency, so she merely pretended to admire a few things at this vendor's cart and then another before continuing on her way. Eight buildings and then a left. Two and then another left. She took a moment to pause against a building and checked her surroundings before consulting the map to make sure they hadn't moved too far from where they'd been and memorize the rest of the way.

It seemed like forever before she saw them, but she stayed back. There was someone with them, and Delilah had no desire to be noticed. If she was recognized or approached Cedric like she knew him, she could be compromising things. She'd meet up when they were more in the clear.
The squeaky call for uncle Ced had the Beta spinning on his heel to get a visual on who the voice belonged to. At first, Soren almost thought he'd been hearing things but when a small blur came dashing by only to be picked up by the older man. His nose told him what she was even before his eyes found the bite mark on her arm. Fucking werewolf... A low hum that was the beginnings of a growl was let loose before Soren could stop it. The drive to kill the younger mockery of a wolf was high and the Spiral had to focus hard on what Ced and the girl we're saying in order to stop himself from lashing out. If he did, it would jeopardize the mission.... but the girls questions were enough to keep him on edge. What would Ced tell her?

"Hey...." Soren offered in response to her timid hello. At least she seemed to instinctively know who her betters were even if the submissive display only encouraged his inner wolf to want to put her out of her misery. A familiar scent chose to join the stale air and sweat and were that were currently in his vicinity and it brought a small sense of relief to the beta. Delilah. Soren didn't turn or do anything other than take a deep breath and force a fanged grin for the girl. "I'm Soren. Like Ced said, we're cousins. He's just showing me around..."

The young Spiral hoped that he sounded convincing enough to the kid and that he hid his impatience behind the words. The soon to be reunited trio needed to get a move on. The longer they were underground the greater the chance of being found out.
The protectiveness Ced felt towards the littlest werewolf meant that he was on edge with having her this close to Soren. If the Garou ever saw her up too, he'd kill her. There was no question of it, and damn it hurt. But what could he do? Nothing. Not a damned thing.

Ced set her down.

"Go tell Horvluk I'm going to need to reschedule my meeting with him and that I don't have a time yet, okay? Be good. I love you."

The girl gave him an odd look at the verbal declaration of love, but smiled and returned it with a hug before running off to obey. Ced watched her go, jaw tightly clenched. He turned slightly towards Delilah's scent, then nodded his head down the street.

"Teague's is three more units down. Let's go. The sooner we get this over with, the sooner we get out of here."

And he'd have a death sentence on his head forever. The thought made his stomach churn. He could never come back here. This, his home he built, his city...he was exiling himself. Damning himself with every step forward he took.
Cedric noticed her then. The wonderful thing about being near wolves. You couldn't hide so easily, not that she had anticipated such. She just hoped the little one hadn't been a wolf, too. Not that she'd know what the press secretary specifically smelled like, but she would recognize a foreign scent. Delilah listened as Cedric told Soren Teague's place was only three units down. Alright, good. They needed him first. No use trying to get Soren, Cedric, Trevor, two girls, and herself through just to get Teague. Their group was likely already suspiciously large enough as it was.

With a sigh, Delilah started down the way that the other two headed, counting buildings as she did so she could come up an alley and around to the front from there to meet up. Hopefully the coast remained clear, and hopefully Teague was in there. Well, he had to be, hadn't he? It wasn't like they would allow a prisoner to simply wander about, would they?
A knock at the door had the tracker looking up from the small snip-it of the Prophet he'd managed to lift during his wandering yesterday, or last night... or whatever the hell time it was. Honestly it was hard to keep track of without sunlight not that it seemed to matter down here. There had been nothing of particular interest in said snip-it but it was still better than nothing and Teague was currently viewing it as a no news is good news scenario.

A second knock had Teague sighing before getting to his feet to go see who it was, not that the list was over long. Technically it was only three people though more often than not is was that little wolf who Jake had set to keep tabs on him. She gotten clever over the weeks and had now taken to popping in unannounced to make sue he didn't stir up any more trouble than he'd already done. It was still a bleeding miracle he'd managed to get through the past couple of days with the proverbial shit storm he'd created by provoking the wizarding district and then insulting a goblin without really meaning too..... and then there was the Nos that still wanted payback of some sort for the one he'd killed back when he first arrived underground. His keepers had been pretty adamant that he not leave his "flat" for the next day or so.That thought brought a smirk to his face as he opened the door just enough that he'd be able to see who was on the other side.

Teague was more than a little surprised to see that his visitor was non other than Cedric, Jake's right hand wolf. Was he here to set down the law then? Maybe is was a sign Jake had finally had enough... still, the tracker wasn't feeling in a very cooperative mood at the moment an promptly went to shut the door in his face. The motion however was cut short as Ced stuck a foot in the door and then used some of his not so considerable strength to shove the door open and the tracker back a good few paces.

"Good mornin' to ya too," the tracker sated simply as he rubbed his shoulder where the door had caught him as it swung open. "Look mate, ain't my fault those goblins ain't go a sense of humor...and no one got killed so win win right? Don't need another babysitter, so tell Jake thanks but no thanks."
"Shut up," the wolf snapped, eyes a hard gold.

Cedric ducked into the flat quickly and held the door open for Soren. He wasn't concerned that he had just lashed out at MacTail...no, his concerns were with who saw him enter and if they would remember it. Would Delilah hurry the hell up, please? He lurked in the doorway for a moment until his eyes found her. He jerked his head into the house to signal that she needed to hurry her ass over here, please and thank you.

Ced turned away from the door and paced in the small sitting space. Too much energy. He needed to calm down and get a hold of his wolf before he tore something or someone apart. Even his breathing was rougher. He bared his teeth for a moment and then wrangled his expressions back into human. Stress was killer...this was terrible and he hated it...but it needed done. Finally, he ceased his movements once Delilah was in the house. He'd ignored words and attempts to get an explanation until that point.

"You and Trevor and the girls are leaving here. Today. I need you to go bird shape, then I'm going to disillusion you, and we will meet you at their house. This isn't a trap, and i'm being dead fucking serious."

He shook slightly, the cost of having to restrain his wolf from lashing out more than verbally.
Delilah came around the building and stood back with Soren for a moment as Cedric spoke with Teague, having only caught the tail end of whatever Teague had said. As much as she'd wanted to make her way quickly rather than at a more relaxed pace, she hadn't wanted to attract more attention than necessary and that she may have already done by simply being down here, an unknown woman in wolf territory.

Delilah couldn't tell you what clicked in her brain as she took a step in front of Soren, catching eye of Teague, but something did. She felt overwhelmed in an instant, her heart in her throat, racing, her eyes burning in what she knew was the familiar feeling of tears threatening to form. And yet, somehow she found herself taking three purposeful steps toward the man, her arm raising and fist coming back and then making contact quickly and firmly with what she hoped was his nose. All at once, the jarring pain settled through her hand and her wrist. She hadn't bent it, but it wasn't a feeling her hand was used to. She felt bad yet she'd needed that. The adrenaline, however, didn't have the desired effect. Instead, she found herself embracing the man despite the pain, lost for the moment in the moment.
"Awww c'mon mate, If yer gonna mess with me at least make it bel-" Teague never got to finish that sentence as the words caught in his throat. The two people to enter his small flat were two of the last people he'd ever expected to see. But if they were here... Teague shifted his gaze between Delilah and Soren only to turn and give Ced a look that spoke of confusion. Wasn't the wolf supposed to be the bad guy here? He was working with Jake... was second in command... was this all just some elaborate hoax put on to throw him off guard? Jake's idea of a punishment? Let him think he'd make an escape only to find out his fellow Death Eaters were just others polyjuiced.

His attention swung back toward Delilah. Pain exploded in his face and he let out a startled grunt of pain as bright lights flashed behind his eyes and the sound of cartilage cracking under a well placed fist knocked the tracker back a few paces. Hands shot up to paw at the injury and Teague tried to blink the water out of his eyes enough to see who his attacker was. Before he could do much of anything though Teague felt a pair of arms wrap around him in a solid hug. What the hell. Delilah? Was he going crazy? Even if he was the tracker couldn't stop himself from returning the gesture, a sense of relief he didn't even know he needed washed over him.

"Heya love! Can't say I was expectin' ya, though that hook there I could have done without. Think ya might have broke my nose." his tone carried with it a sense of giddy relief and he offered a nod to Shepard. If the kid was here this had to be real right?

When Ced barked out what the plan was, Teague looked to Del and Soren, hoping the duo would confirm that Ced was working for them and not the other way around. Once he was sure things were good he spoke up. "Fine, I'll change, but you ain't about to cast anything on me, get one of them to do it or it ain't happening." He nodded toward Del and Soren. Last time a Syndicate person aimed a wand at him it had ended badly and it wasn't something Teague was willing to repeat.
Del shoved Teague as she backed off. "Yeah, well. Least you deserved," she said somewhat awkwardly in her attempt to hide the emotions she was feeling, which was pretty much pointless as she brought her finger "casually" up to the corner of her right eye to "scratch" it. Unless he wasn't observant, Teague had probably caught the fact it was a way to hide sweeping away a tear. A slight glare graced her face as though daring him to say something as she dropped her hand to her side, her hand tensing into a fist for a moment before she took another step back so they were at a more normal, natural distance and she reached for her wand and withdrew it as he shot off a reply to Cedric.

She cocked a hip and placed a hand on it as she glanced toward Cedric and then back to Teague as she spoke, her wand arm extended with wand pointed directly toward Teague's nose. "What am I casting?" It was her guess Cedric had said, but she sure as hell hadn't heard what had been said after she'd come around the corner. Teague's explanation resulted in a quirked brow and a response of, "Turn then." Once he had, she reached her left hand out for Teague to perch on then cast the disillusionment charm. She reached up to her shoulder for him to step off and then pocketed her wand.

"Well, let's get on with the show," she said, turning her attention to Cedric and Soren.

((Teague with AC's permission.))
The Syndicate wolf huffed at the dramatic display, trembling more at the built up stress. This was agony. He needed to run, needed to fight, needed to-to...

"Calm down...calm down..." he coached himself under his breath in a growl. He closed his eyes, breathed in, and released the breath slowly with a subaudible counting to ten. When he opened his eyes again, they were threaded with blue as he regained control. He took another three breaths with the same pace, finally getting himself still and relaxed. The rage would come back, as would the anxiety. It wasn't a matter of if, but when. Hopefully, he wouldn't compromise their efforts. Besides, if anyone asked, he had a plan to get people out of the way if necessary.

"Okay," he started. "Let's go. Trevor's is north of here, then west along the wheel. We're going into the Hub after that. Let's head out."

He led the way out the door, momentarily regretting taking lead from Soren. Instinct demanded that he let the more dominant wolf lead, but this was his territory, and his pack...that he was betraying...

Anxiety spiked again. Dammit. He needed this day to be done. Either he was going to have a new pack and a new life and he could spend the rest of his waking days miserable and trying to atone for what he was going to do, or they'd kill him and that would be that. Ced didn't know what he preferred; this whole thing felt like he was strapped to a roller coaster and unable to do anything but stay on the track.
He flinched when Delilah's wand rose to point at his face. It wasn't like he meant to, knowing that she was only doing as he asked and casting the spell Cedric had requested, just that the business end of a wand had been used on his far more frequently than he would have liked down here and for the most part it hadn't been pleasant. Dark eyes shifted between the three new occupants in the room and a slight huff from the Syndicate wolf was enough to tell Teague that they were probably on a tight timeline. The tracker turned Lord listen to Cde's brief explanation of where they'd find Trevor and was barely able to hold back a sarcastic snicker. Yeah he knew where Trevor was being kept and he knew how to get there without being seen. That said he'd stay with his rag tag group of rescuers until they got closer before breaking off to give his friend a heads up.

When Del told him to change he did. It was something that required no more than a thought on the trackers part. It took him a moment to get out of bird mode once the change had completed, the desire to take off and fly was incredibly high and with predators around his bird instincts wanted him to get the hell away from everyone. A few excited hops on the ground gave way to a quick flap of tiny wings to get air born just long enough to take the perch offered by Delilah when she held out a hand. A moment later Teague felt the spell do its work as a wave of cold washed over him and once it was done doing its work he took the queue to hop to Del's shoulder when she reached up with her hand to make the transfer easier.

Soren watched the exchange with mild interest. The beta had more pressing things on his mind then happy reunion hugs, things like keeping his prey drive in check and making sure Ced didn't snap under the pressure. It was clear from the agitated wolf that he was struggling to do just that. For now though things were going according to plan and that was enough for the Spiral. When directions were given Soren acknowledged them with a nod of agreement and as Ced passed the younger garou, Soren reached out to place a hand on Ced's shoulder in what he hoped was a reassuring gesture before following him back out of the building.

Once everyone was out and moving Soren let himself relax slightly and take in some of his surroundings. It was unnerving to say the least. The lack of sky and the overwhelming amount of people condensed into such a small area grated on his nerves. Hopefully this trek wouldn't take to long.

Eventually Teague noticed that they were getting into some familiar territory and landmarks he'd associated with the area Trevor was being kept in. A few hops on Del's shoulder was the only indication he gave her that he was moving before the sparrow took to the air. Quickly he made his way to his friends "flat" and landed on the sill of a window that had been designated as a meeting place if they needed to get together. His tiny beak pecked at the glass in a series of taps and pauses, a code of sorts to let Trevor know it was him. Something more important now than ever since until he transformed back he was technically invisible to anyone that looked at him. When the window eventually opened the sparrow let himself in and wasted to time in changing back to human.

"Get the girls and yer stuff. Friends are here and we're gettin' out."

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