The three groups departed the safe house as darkness settled fully over the capital, each pair moving with practiced caution through streets that had transformed under night's cover. Legitimate business had shuttered while criminal elements emerged, the city's true nature revealing itself in shadows.
Raze walked beside Mariabel, their footsteps deliberately measured to avoid drawing attention. Behind them followed Kael and Aslan, maintaining careful distance that suggested coincidental travel rather than coordinated movement. Helena and Oziel brought up the rear, the swordsman's recovery from poison exposure surprisingly complete despite the severity of his earlier condition.
"Three different broadcasting stations," Raze murmured to Mariabel, his voice barely audible over ambient street noise. "West station for us, east for Kael and Aslan, south for Helena and Oziel, we split once we're clear of the immediate area."
