[center][h2][color=aba000]Sara Hepburn[/color][/h2]
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Sara watched with a sort of warmth inside her as Juno and Argus interacted. Clearly, Argus wasn’t all stone cold to the rest of the world. Sara gave Juno a smile. [color=aba000][b]”Sara. Hepburn. Don’t worry, he won’t die, I promise,”[/b][/color] she said in a joking way to the Trickster mage’s sister.

[i]Little did she know, her promise would be harder to uphold than she thought.[/i]

Sara looked over at their little crew. They weren’t the strongest in the Guild, true, but she was confident they would be able to tackle anything that was thrown at them. 

[color=aba000][b]”Alright,”[/b][/color] she said spunkily. [color=aba000][b]”The four-wheeler is out front. I’ll use the SE plug,”[/b][/color] she stated as she led the quintet out of the Guild Hall. Right there, not far from the mouth of the dragon, parked aside a small building, was a burgundy four-wheeler. Much like a carriage, the driver’s seat was out in the open, a comfortable seat located in the midst of a variety of handles and levers as well as a steering wheel, while the passenger seats were located inside the body of the vehicle. To call the insides anything short of luxurious was simply untrue- comfortable velvet seats lined the insides of the carriage, a small cooler full of exquisite beverages and magic ice (courtesy of Ursa Major) sat in the middle, and a tray of freshly-baked cookies (the work of Fornax) sat next to the drinks. Sara took the driver’s seat, looking back through the window that connected driver and passenger.

[color=aba000][b]”Make yourself at home,”[/b][/color] she called out as her foot found the driver’s pedal. [color=aba000][b]”It’s a bit of a ride.”[/b][/color] 

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After a long, painful drive, Sara’s four-wheeler pulled up in the areas outside Mill Valley, where Sara’s high-speed driving slowed to a crawl. Piloting the vehicle through the fields of wheat (she’d make it up to them later), Sara gave a joyful [color=aba000][b]”a-ha”[/b][/color] upon spotting what appeared to be the target- several large carriages, all off the road and surrounded by men in black robes. Sara pulled the brakes, stepping out of the vehicle.  [color=aba000][b]”That has to be it,”[/b][/color] she said to the assorted crew, grabbing her keys and thinking about which one to summon.  [color=aba000][b]”You guys go ahead. I’ll back you up.”[/b][/color] 

Little did she know, not far away, a group of three individuals were waiting. The trap was set, the bait in place. 

It was about to become a massacre. 

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