"Well, I don't know if you consider politicians 'innocent,' or not." She turned towards the woman with an expression that could only be summed up as a 'whelp.' "Three. Quite important ones as well, all national government, and funnily enough all of the leading party. Not a single opposition member touched. Sort of suspicious if you ask me..." She drummed her fingers against the car's steering wheel. "Not to mention the myriad other domestic terror charges you no doubt earned yourself." "As for where we're going... Well, basically yes. We're going to a safehouse of mine. Nobody else knows I even own this place so it should be fine... Certainly the last place that anyone would look for [i]you[/i] at any rate." A few more turns and then the car pulled itself into a small underground parking lot. "Gun." Aw3struck snapped her fingers and held a hand out, stashing the SMG back underneath her coat once it was handed over. With her highly illegal arsenal placed back into concealment, she then stretched her legs a little and stood up, indicating for the woman to get out. The complex that the parking lot was attached to would prove itself to be a reasonable-size apartment complex. Thirty floors, actually fairly reasonable for this part of the Metro. A high-rise, rather than a true skyscraper. Aw3struck would lead the other woman to the elevator and press the thirteenth floor button, smoothly letting them up. Unlike a real poorhouse, the elevator was quiet and in good condition. Things here were cleaned and well-maintained, suggesting that for most folks it wouldn't exactly be cheap. It was a good job then that Aw3struck wasn't most folks.