[b] Aubrey - Cell - Kerry/Magnus[/b]

Aubrey had came in after one of the cells had already been mostly filled. The others had a few people in them but she was told to keep an eye on the one with the most people. It hadn't been too long after she had gotten there when about three more were brought in and thrown in. Like always, Aubrey was clueless as to why they were there or who they were or what exactly her part was in all of this. All she knew was that Magnus liked her 'no bullshit attitude' and her keen eye and dead aim when it came to shooting her bow. If it made him happy, then she was happy. At least here she was offered protection from others and a place to sleep. What she had to do to maintain her peace of mind and body didn't matter. She hadn't had to kill anyone by far. Just, somewhat, thoroughly injure a few. 

The young woman hadn't been alone for too long when the sound of feet hitting the floor at a faster pace than walking echoed through the hall. Aubrey turned around and smiled a bit as she saw Kerry making his way over to her. "None of them have given [i]me[/i] a reason to label them as 'fighty'. But why don't you go ahead and check them out? I'm sure they'd love for you to go question them." Every word Aubrey spoke was laced with heavy sarcasm as stretched out her arm to point at the cell with her bow. 

She had been leaning on a wall as Kerry spoke to her, not bothering to budge as he began to lean in. She was big in personal space but made no attempt to show that she was backing off or being 'weak'. "You know..." Aubrey leaned in as well, looking at Kerry dead in the eyes, "There is such a thing as a personal bubble." The girl smiled kindly at Kerry before leaning back and pushing herself off of the wall, and as if on cue, the door opened. Magnus stood for a second and Aubrey playfully winked at Kerry as she walked to the farthest part of the room, reaching back and hooking her bow onto a small latch on her back. 

______________________________

[b] Scarlett - Motel - Katie/Liam/Tyler/Matt and his thugs[/b]

It seemed as if every single word that came out of the man's mouth lit a fire inside of Scarlett. What was his name agin? Matt? She for sure thought she heard a man call him Matt while they were being brought down stairs. 

Yet, even though Matt seemed to like causing Tyler physical pain, the kick that Katie received had pushed her over the edge and Scarlett had taken a menacing step towards them before stopping as one of the men grabbed their gun. She hadn't noticed it, but her hand was already gripping the hilt of her blade. "You fucking cunt." She was seething, placing her hand back on Katie as the young girl cowered next to her. Although Scarlett wanted nothing more than to rip the man's throat out with her bare hands, he had a point. The kids were frightened, and their only chance at survival was if she was alive with them. 

[i] "Mommy!"[/i] Katie's words were like a dagger to Scarlett's heart. For a second, she felt the anger disappear and all she could feel were her heart strings being tugged on. It was a strong yet strange feeling, and just like the anger had left, it had came back. There was no way she was letting these men take the kids from her, but she couldn't let them take Tyler either. The petite woman could feel the tears begin to flow down her cheeks from the anger that she felt and the fear that was threatening to overcome her if they took Tyler. What would she do without him? 

"Don't take him away..... Please?" Her voice was more docile but still cold, something that she didn't think was possible to do. "Take anything you want or need from here. Take me, take George for fucks sake but leave the kids and Tyler alone! What did he do to you?!" 

______________________________


[b] Samantha - Baton Rouge [/b]

Samantha hadn't wasted time on waiting for answers from Tina or for any protests from Abram and the others. As much as she had bonded with the man, Sam needed her sister more. She had a plan. Somewhat; Find Scar, bring her back to Tina's. They'd be safe there

"If Tina wanted it to work out, I'm sure she's understand." Samantha muttered to herself as she walked away from the apartment. She was probably half a block away with a hunting knife in one hand and her beretta in her strong hand. There was t a thing in the world that would stop her from looking and, or, finding her sister.