"Where did that boy go?" 

There was noticeable irritation from the woman best known as "Hazel". She had watched the children flee along with the remainder of the Nieve family. It was only Roger, Sara, Mary, and herself who had given them chase. Of everyone that was involved, only Mary seemed actually interested in catching the children and Rablin. She hadn't expected John to come from such useless blood, but here they were. This much, at least, had gotten the shady woman's attention and she wasn't going to ignore it. Especially if those kids were planning on somehow standing in John's way. "We should've kept pursuing them."

"For what reason?" They were back inside the Nieve living room by now. It was by some miracle that Kayden called her father's affiliate inside to "see something cool" at the height of the chase. Whether the younger girl was aware or not, she had probably just saved Caleb's skin. At least for the time anyway. It was against the rules for John's "business partners" to say "no" to the girl much to Hazel's further annoyance. It was forbidden to ever let her feel neglected, ignored, or unloved. That much was asking for a death sentence from her father himself. "They would have just kept running." 

"Running into trouble, yes." 

"If you have any interest in stopping them. ." Sara Nieve crossed the living room with considerable ease and a dagger hidden up her right sleeve. Mary and Marrathew, meanwhile, had since led Skyla and her cousin outside with promises of picture books, imaginary games, and cookies. Roger was also gone by now with his medical supplies in hand and with Ribbon at his side. He had an inkling of where Caleb went and a nod that confirmed as much. He was going to help in his own way and who was the elderly woman to stop him? Sara, meanwhile, only found herself standing directly in front of the door with aggressive intent in her eyes. "Then I dare you to try."

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The denizens of Thorn City seemed content on operating as normal. News of the coup had yet to spread while very few seemed bothered by the reports of recent slaughter. Not that they would have much cared if they knew about the conflict, chaos, or the Hunter's further plans anyway. Citizens always chose to remain mute on matters that did not affect them as it were. Gang violence had become so normal to them over the past few decades anyway. It was better to stay ignorant or silent when it came to the violence, especially when their own lives were at risk. The Hunter had to sympathize with that much at least. Or, at least, he would have if he still had a family or men to call his own.

This is probably why it was so convenient for the alligatorman to slip in though. One trip through the aqueduct overnight led to a stroll through the city where there wasn't a single glance shot in his direction. Thorn City was always a melting pot so it wasn't impossible for another of his species to pass through here anyway. Even still, he thought that he could hear a faint voice calling for him somewhere in the distance: "Byures!"

It was never a good sign that someone had recognized him, especially from within a crowd. A cloak had done enough to obscure his noticeable features even if he did tower over the other creatures that frequented the other city. There was nobody left alive to know that name though. His family was long gone and so was his men. There was two people, perhaps, but they likely had gone on from the city by now. It took all of his self-control to not glance back and yet he did so anyway.

"Caleb?"