The four housemates climbed tentatively out of the cellar, inching open the door of the carriage house to peer outside.
"They're gone." Arden whispered. They darted swiftly out of the carriage house, then crept along the side of their house.
"There's smoke in the sky." Paisley gasped. It was true. Smoke drifted across the dark sky, coming in plumes from fiery buildings.
They crept slowly along the shadowy street. Victoria led them.
"We're heading towards an old friend's place. They'll welcome us, and I know the Norshirens will never find us there." She said, wincing when her foot hit a fallen garbage can lid.
Arden raised a suspicious eyebrow. "What kind of 'friend'? And why would the soldiers never find us?" She asked.
Victoria shrugged uncomfortably. "Oh, you know...Their home, it's, uh, pretty unknown. Down in the Lower Levels."
"Does this 'friend' have a name?" Arden muttered.
"Goldie. She's an old friend of mine. We go way back. Ah, I still remember the time we robbed-" She stopped, and Arden shot an aggressive glance her way.
The reached Goldie's house in twenty minutes. Her street was shadowy and dirty. Litter was scattered across the cracked pavement, and every house was broken down. Goldie's house was vandalized crazily. Bright neon images adorned the brick walls.
Victoria knocked.
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