Misha lets out a yelp of pain as Mona sets her in the back of the van. She feels herself coming to with a raging headache and a vague sense of disorientation. She opens her eyes and stares blankly at Mona, blinking back pain behind her eyes.

Liwei revs up the engine. "C'mon, ladies. We have to be ready when Ambrose heads out." His hands form a tight grip around the wheel of the van, foot an inch away from the gas pedal. He rolls down both windows and cranks up the air conditioning in preparation for the ride. "Mona, you'll have to give me directions."

Dione prepared herself to shift if the violence escalated, but for now she stood still behind Sacha. She tried to make herself as non threatening as possible, though she knew her leader's very presence signaled an air of violence to the unfamiliar shifters. She cursed the tense atmosphere between the two groups. [i]I just want Amby back,[/i] she thought solemnly.