[Csjarrat]

__Knives__
The two of you walk back onto the main drag, the markets on your left this time.
The bars had started to get a bit rowdy now, the evening commuters and shoppers having had their fill and headed home for the night.
Something about the street seemed meaner than it was only an hour ago as you first came though here. The music blaring from the bars was more aggressive, folks seemed to be in heavier gear, some sporting obvious gang identification. A group of gangers were stood around their bikes a couple hundred yards down the road from you, chatting loudly. One was clearly the leader, a huge 'stache and beard denoting his rank alongside a huge bowie knife in a sheath by his right thigh.

___Scawire___
The bar you saw earlier with the gangers outside seemed to be pulsing to some seriously heavy bass. A group of well chromed bikes stood outside, several well built gangers stood around them, swigging beers and chatting loudly. The old-school neon sign advertised hookers, beer and pool, so you knew it was classy right from the off.
The market seemed quieter than before as you catch a glimpse through the entrance archway; a small array of vans seemed to be stripping the stalls down and the night shift seemed to be setting up afresh. 

[Lumen]

Knives eyes the gangers as he and Mantis approach them, <Oy mate let's give them a wide berth.  This has gone smoothly so far, let's not give them a chance to foul that up.>  He moves to the far side of the street and hopes the magical protections they're sporting will let them pass unmolested.

[Csjarrat]

Crossing the road, you pass the entrance to the markets. You can see that it is undergoing a transformation into a very different style of shopping experience.
The daytime traders were hastily taking down their wares and boxing up what they hadn't sold as the night shift were pulling racks of clothing, knives and god knows what else out of low loading vans.
Heading on down the boulevard, you see more of the frontage of the biker bar on the far side of the road.
The second floor had an open demi-balcony, the flashing lights and pumping bass originating from here. A figure stands at the window, looking out onto the street as the bikers guffaw and crack jokes amongst one another underneath.
Drawing somewhat level with the building, you have the uneasy sense that the guy on the balcony is staring at you, even through your spirit assisted veil.

[Scawire]

Mantis agrees with Knives and does his best to give the local gang their space to try and keep this missions finish time closer.

My love is on a new journey and it seems to have Enlightened her is some way. Maybe there is still a chance if I keep an eye open to join up with her journey?? Mantis mind is going over the seer ladies comments but still keeping his eyes and ears on his surroundings.

[Lumen]

Knives keeps his head down and towards their destination.   As they pass the bar he can't help but look towards the bloke who appears to be staring at them.  He gives a small nod but keeps moving on.  *Don't fret big guy we're just passing through. *

[Csjarrat]

The figure in the window mutters something into his collar and immediately the jovial mood of the gangers changes. The conversation stops dead as the moustachioed leader signals something's up.
They begin to walk backwards towards the door of the bar, hands tentatively easing towards their weapons as they back away.
The figure in the window merely continues to observe, his eyes never leaving you for a second.

[Lumen]

"Oh shit, let's pick up the pace mate.  Looks like we're spotted and they don't look to happy about it."  Knives pings Dunk <Oy mate we may need to expedite that pick up.  Where you at?>

[Csjarrat]

Breaking into a jog, Dunk replies almost immediately, his message slightly crackly over the transceiver net
//Just parked up now mate, engines running and doors are unlocked. Why, what's up?//

[Scawire]

Mantis hears Knives and his brain drains of the old seer lady and more on the chance of death the turf he is in might have coming his way. Mantis's mind first starts running down spells seeing the energies he had to learn to master play out in his minds eye. Each spell shows a different knitting of energies to get the spell to work. The threads of the mana flow are there waiting for Mantis to streach his will out and grab and braid the flow into his desired effect. Lets see what plays out here in these guys play ground

[Csjarrat]

The gangers are practically at the door of their club, still frantically searching for something in your general direction.
Still jogging down the street, you draw level with the startled gangers. The few pedestrians out and about sense something is amiss, the gangers now having drawn their weapons, taking cover in alleys and doorways.
A few steps ahead of you a huge wall of flame bursts into existence, blocking off your exit

[Csjarrat]

___Both___
You feel the heat of the flames and hear the deafening whoosh as the street is lit up by the blazing wall, effectively cutting that route of escape. The pedestrians on the far side of the firewall scream and run back down the street, while the one on this side of the wall sprints for the markets, desperate not to be caught in what was rapidly unfolding here.
Pivoting to shield yourselves from the flame you see the figure in the window gesturing and incanting towards the fire-wall, whilst underneath him the gangers look more confident; their moustachioed leader instructing them to move forwards and search.

[Lumen]

"Bloody hell, cheese it!"  Knives' eyes bulge open at the sight of the wall of fire and his instincts kick in.  He bolts down another alley away from the club full of gangers.  *I hope Mantis doesn't get any wild ideas about fighting these blokes.*

<We got spotted through the mojo and this mustachioed asshat was not happy about us sneaking about.  Could use a closer pick up mate.>

[Scawire]

Mantis fallows Knives down the ally way maybe this will keep the gangers from closing ground on the two runners. I could've tried to down the firewall but we seem to be on the move now. Mantis makes sure not to lose Knives better if the lead starts flying to have a wing man to aid in staying alive.

[Csjarrat]

___Lumen___
Your fight or flight instincts kick in, tearing down the alleyway to your left. Footsteps behind you mean that Mantis got the message, but the footsteps behind him mean you're not alone.
//Shit, hoof it through the markets, I'll meet you at the east entrance. Doors will be open//
The alleyway is in a much better state of repair than the last one you visited, a well worn track runs through the middle of garbage cans and under clothes on lines hung out to dry.
Panting as you lengthen your stride, a door opens to your right; the opener confused and startled at the incongruous mix of sound with no visual source.


___Mantis___
Summoner, I am under att.....
You feel the mana bond  to the spirit sever and whiplash backwards towards you, your own aura rippling in the eddy currents of the displaced mana as the spirit is banished.
Knive's form materialises ahead of you as the concealment fades, passing a startled onlooker in a doorway further up the alley. He spots your form running towards him, probably halfway through de-cloaking and shouts, slamming the door in his retreat.
Shouts from the gangers erupt behind you, their footsteps now a furious running pace, though some distance away.

[Lumen]

<You got it mate we're heading your way.>  Knives is unfazed by the startled bystander, as long as they're not in the way or trying to stop him then they're not worth his attention right now.  For a brief moment in his mind he was back in the East End ducking through alleys with Jimmy and a pocket full of lifted quid.  Sadly it didn't take long to be reminded he's far from home.  *Fuckin hate France.*