Snippet #2629499

S C A R

Scar nodded her head slightly toward Heralds as he answered her questions. She didn't particularly like this but, did she really have a choice? She lived on her own in a shitty apartment on the West side of the city. Getting to her would be a breeze if someone was determined enough... and this dude seemed plenty determined to try and kill them all. That's when she heard Gregory pipe up, "Alright Jeeves, I'm in too, I can think of worse ways to spend a few months. Besides, I am sure we have so much catching up to do, I'll bet I haven't seen most you you guys since we were in test tubes!" His arms were spread out wide like he was expecting a huge or seeing a long lost Uncle. Scar assumed he was being sarcastic but either way he made his way up the stairs to Heralds saying, "So Jeeves, exactly how much freedom will we be afforded in this safe-house?" It was a good question, Scar was definitely curious about that. She'd like to be able to leave on occasion, get some air, take a ride on her bike. Being under house arrest seems less than stellar. Scar raised a brow when she saw Gregory lean in slightly towards Heralds, obviously whispering about something. She was curious what he had asked but it wasn't her business.

Scar slipped her slender arms back through the sleeves on her leather jacket before grabbing her helmet in her right hand and standing up. She slowly made her way up the stairs, just in time to hear Heralds say, "You'll have complete freedom within it. It was after all, designed for you almost two decades back.

Scar nodded her head towards Heralds, "Good to know." Her free hand zipped her leather jacket up halfway, before she spoke again, "Can I bring my bike?" That was potentially a deal breaking question. Her Thruxton was her baby, rebuilt from scratch with her hard earned cash, arguably worth more than any of her possessions... She would kill someone without a second thought if they messed it up.