Hammond swiftly arrived at the complex with his new hostage with him held in an illusion. After a guard cleared the illusion and pulled them both in, Hammond entered inside the complex. "Right, capture slightly important figure, check. Next step..." Hammond walked down the hallway with the still unconscious Zhalia. Should he try it? Nah, that would be for a much later time, and the ideal time was very much not now. The trickster arrived at a split in the hallway and looked down both ways, wondering which way to go. He heard some screaming down one hall and what sounded like the werehyena in another way. [i]Hm...wonder where Vlad is at. Maybe I can introduce her to the place before presenting her to the boss,[/i] he thought. Going down towards the screaming Hammond entered an empty room that had a single light with iron floors and walls, with a single chair that sat under the light in the center of the room. Hammond placed down Zhalia on the chair, then snapped his fingers in front of her face to wake her up.

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Anthony stopped in his tracks as he heard a low growl. [i]You have got to be kidding me,[/i] he thought, slowing his breathing. With no weapons, he did not stand a chance whatsoever. Would running work? Dependent on what was growling. If it was big he could try going through narrow tree lines, but he had nothing if it was small. From just the sound Anthony couldn't tell what it could be, just a growl didn't give away much. It could a lycan, or werewolf, or possibly that giant bear thing in the town earlier. He hoped it wasn't the third option, that thing seemed deadly. Anthony stared in the direction of the growl and counted in his head. [i]One...two...three![/i] Anthony turned in the opposite direction and took off, going at a full sprint. [i]Please let me run into some help.[/i] His chances seemed slim, but running into anyone else would be ideal, especially if it were Eline.

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Perrin looked up from his writing, seeing the controversy happening in the large cage. He silently watched all of it, and almost got up when it looked like a fight was about to start, but fortunately he didn't have to. He continued his silent writing, and once again stopped as he heard more shouting, but once again it died down. [i]Fighting is the ideal way to kill ourselves,[/i] he thought. [i]Is that what some of them want?[/i] After wondering for a bit he decided that he was incorrect since no one was dead yet surprisingly. Perrin tore off the current page he had filled and stuffed it in his pocket. Perrin put the pencil to his mouth, pondering on what to put next. After a moment he wrote down the number 10 on the paper and largely bolded it. When he was satisfied, Perrin hung it up on the cage bars and folded it on, holding it up high for mostly everyone to see. After he hung it up, Perrin grabbed his pad again and continued his writing.