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Exit Stage Left, Pursued By Priest

They heard the screams first. Then the crashes, and cries for help. Begging, pleading. Sicillian, Farah and Tina locked eyes, all sprinting out of the room to find out what was going on, leaving Dirk and Todd to help Arnold get ready to leave. The deputy threw the assistant the extra gun on her belt, the other two women already drawing their own.

A pair of police officers pushed past them, in a hurry to get to the source of whatever was happening. The two men made it to the end of the stretching corridor and almost around the corner before a glowing square embedded itself in each of their chests. Sicillian's eyes widened. The two had just been killed by a fucking square. She clicked the safety off her gun, taking a single step forward. This was undoubtedly Suzie Borten's doing. She wanted to kill her and Dirk? The Hollistic Assistant would stop her now.

Farah interrupted, placing a hand on her shoulder and shaking her head.

"It's not worth it right now, we need to get Arnold out of here, come on!" She yelled with urgency, heading back to the hospital room where the British and American males were helping the Cardeneas boy.

"Shit is going down." Tina told them upon reentering.

"It's Suzie." Sicillian said with a grim face. Dirk froze, swallowing slightly. She was here for them.

"This is all my fault," Arnold spoke quietly, pulling on a flannel shirt over his white vest, "I betrayed him." They didn't have time to discuss who he was referring to.

"We need to go, now!" Farah hissed as the detective aided the older man into a wheelchair. A particularly ear piercing scream cut through the air.

"Go, go, go, go, go!" Dirk implored. Todd took the handles of the chair, pushing Arnold out the room, following the bodyguard and deputy. Sicillian hung back, waiting for the brunette man. A look of understanding passed between them. The two linked hands, the Hollistic Assistant's other wrapped around the gun, and began to half walk, half jog after their friends.

"Where the hell is she coming from?" The darker haired man cried. He had a point. The yells and flashes seemed to be apparent in all directions. They headed down the corridor, passing the bodies of the policmen as they rounded the corner. The green eyed American winced. The shapes had stopped glowing, cooling to metal. If she had time, she would have stopped to at least give them a sort of remorse. But with the pressing nature of the situation and the adrenaline coursing through her, she didn't have time to feel such things.

Another loud bang caused them to look to the left. Suzie Borten was there. She was covered in dirt, hair matted and messy. The wand was aglow, duct taped to her hand. She advanced slowly, raising the weapon. All she need do was smirk and the molten objects flew towards them. Sicillian pulled sharp on Dirk's arm, getting him to duck just in time to escape his head being taken off by a circle. She was shaking.

The six darted back, flattening themselves against a wall. Todd fumbled for a second, the wheels on Arnold's chair getting stuck. With a little help from the Hollistic Assistant however, he managed to pull him to safety, barely missing a stream of orangery shapes.

"Thanks, Sissy, I think you just saved my life!" He told her breathlessly, heart pounding.

"Don't mention it, repayment for the Bob Borten incident." She replied, being cut of by a shriek of fear as another round of magic flew by them.

"BRING ME THE BOY!" They heard Suzie bellow, voice somehow a few octaves lower. This didn't make any sense to them, other than it was even more scary.

"Tina, cover. Sicillian with me." Farah instructed, raising her gun. The deputy pulled a terrified face, sighing. The brunette dropped Dirk's hand, the detective immediately eyeing her with a pleading look. Her face stoned over. She had to do something. She nodded in his direction once, peeling over to where the two women were.