Alyona's boots thumped against the ground as she walked through the cold night air. The news of the Gifted rally gone south had reached Alyona as quickly as it had happened, very few people within her mob knew of her gifted status but the ones that did she trusted with her life. She needed a drink to put it straight. When she got bad news she drank, and when she drank bad things usually happened. She didn't care though. She could hold her liqour quite well and it took quite a bit to get her drunk. Nevertheless, knowing herself she expected to have to be carried home by the two goons that followed her. 

She sunk down into her pink scarf that hung loosely on her neck, pulling it up over her nose to protect her from the cold. Her hands were stuffed into her jacket and she could feel the metal of the gun that was strapped to the inside of said jacket. Her eyes darted left and right, an old homeless guy was puking up his dinner in an alleyway and a couple eagerly led one another home after a first date on opposite ends of the street. Alyona's brow furrowed, they were obviously blissfully unaware of the recent shooting, that or they didn't care. Alyona wished she could have been the same.

Eventually she found herself entering a pub by the name of 'Lacie's Bar'. The two goons following a short distance back took a seat at a booth in the corner of the room while Alyona headed to the bar to order a drink for herself. She glanced to her left, some small fat child had made his way into the bar and was seemingly ordering drinks. Alyona stifled a laugh as she pulled her scarf down to her neck. It was quite a sight to see. She turned back to the bartender.
"Just a budweiser" She spoke, her heavy accent coming through. The bartender nodded, pouring the drink and handing it to her, in exchange she, of course, paid him. She took her drink and sat away from her goons. Her mind drifted back to the telepathic message she had received. Whoever sent it must have been exceptionally powerful. She had noticed quite a few gifted as she had walked in. The bar was known to be a gifted save haven and she had made sure to bring two, low level gifted goons with her just in case anyone happened to be talking about the event but the couple behind her were practically screaming about it. She took a drink of her beer, taking off her jacket to reveal her black t-shirt. She turned to the two before speaking.
"What happened tonight, was planned. Callahan probably had people on the inside for months." She spoke.
"I'd advise you not to speak so loudly, friends, anyone could be listening." Her eyes glanced to the door and then back to the two.