Radriarc ran up to the boy and spoke softly and intensely.
“Listen here, we did not kill these men. But their associates will think so. I’d be willing to bet they have scouts in this area, already reporting that some of their operatives are down. Do you want to know who will be included in that report? Me, him, the girl,...and you. Now, do you really think it’s a good idea to be calling attention to yourself when there are people willing to operate well outside of the law coming directly for us? If you want to live, you need to come with us, now.”
Radriarc led the group to an abandoned building tucked in an unnoticeable spot a few blocks away. It wasn’t enormous, but it was very spacious. It would have resembled a small warehouse, if it wasn’t for the fine oak floors and the skylights in the ceiling.
“I passed this building earlier as I was wandering the city. Some locals told me this is an old Church of the Survivor. There used to be dozens of pews lining this room. It only has rectangular skylights instead of the now traditional glass dome. When a more modern church was build a few streets over, this one fell into disrepair. Now, nobody comes in, I think the church just uses it for storage. We should be safe here, at least for now.”
Radriarc turned to the girl.
“I don’t believe we’ve been properly introduced. I’m Radriarc.”