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⊹₊⋆ IT TURNED OUT LOOKING FOR A FIREFLY wasn't as difficult as Finely thought it would be as Marlene, the leader of the Boston Fireflies walked around the corner, her hand on her stomach wound. "There you go," said Joel. "Queen Firefly."
"Why are you here?" questioned Marlene, clearly unamused by the older Miller.
"Business," replied Tess, keeping things short. "You aren't looking so hot." Marlene glanced down at her wound and blood-covered hand but brushed it off. "Where's Robert?" she questioned. Finely took a step to the left, revealing Robert's dead body.
Marlene scoffed. "I needed him alive."
"Yeah, well. We needed him dead," Finely shrugged.
"The guns he gave you," spoke Tess. "Weren't his to sell. I want them back." Marlene shifted on her feet, attempting to relieve the pain from her side. "You know it don't work like that, Tess," she replied.
Tess scoffed and the two older women went back and forth until they finally came to an agreement. Tess and the Millers would smuggle something out of the city for Marlene, and in return, the Firefly would return their guns.
"We gotta get out of here," announced Tess as the sound of yelling soldiers came from inside. "Now!"
"Through here," said Marlene. "I know a way around." The Firefly guided them through the alleyways until they reached the roof of a building. Finely stared down at the fire and explosions below, glancing at Marlene before looking back at the sight. "Holy shit," he mumbled.
"Is that your people?" questioned Tess in slight shock.
Marlene looked away, sadness in her eyes as she continued on route. "What's left of them. Why do you think I'm turning to you guys?" As Joel helped Finely through a broken window and into the room, Tess continued pressing for answers. "Why now?" The woman asked.
"We've been quiet," said Marlene. "Been planning on leaning the city, but they need a scapegoat. They've been trying to rile us up."
"Look like it worked," smirked Finely which earned an elbow to the side from her father who shook his head before going to help Marlene with the door. Once it was pushed open the group of four made their way through, only making it around the corner when Marlene stopped them again. "Hold up. Soldiers."
Finely peaked her around to see two men standing across the hole, rifles in hand as they looked around for any threats while conversing with each other. "The door under the bridge," Marlene said. "That's our way out."
