[Sadrain]

November 25th, Chicago; Sewer #17.

Leila raised eyebrows at his answer. A cat? Why on earth would they need a cat in this situation? It sounded by far the most absurd thing she had heard about this Rebellion. But there were probably many more to come. It didn't seem any of these people were truly normal. Then again, who was she to judge them.

The girl looked him up and down, taking note of the tremors and the way he didn't bother to look at her. It seemed Amante was in a state of shock, or suffering from something. Maybe both. Without a word, she turned around and went to the table, filled a cup with water and walked back to the man. Leila pushed the glass in his hand, with words: "here. And sit down. Don't fall or get sick as well. They're all depending on you, or something. I bet he's gonna be fine anyway." Having said that, she went to her tent. Leila wasn't really sure why she had showed him any compassion, even if only in her own manner, but it felt wrong to pester him further.

With a sigh, she sat down on the sleeping bag and pulled out her diary. Her mind felt a little blank, and Leila realized why she felt a little sorry for Amante. He seemed so shaken, in that state before realizing something wasn't just a dream, it reminded the girl of various past experiences. Grumbling something under her breath, she put away the small book and laid down, listening to some music, trying to was memories away.

A little over hour passed, before some rather horrible noise broke trough Emilie Autumn's violin and voice. It was like pack of screeching, running animals, with some unnatural growling mixed in. Leila got out of her tent, right in time to see pair of huge golden eyes coming closer from the darkness. Surprised, she pulled out a knife, but had to put it away quickly, because the invader turned out to be just a car.

A strange car it was, though. Sleek and low, but unusually long and wider than most cars, pitch black in color, except for the big panther face painted on it, with bright eyes. Even the windows were dark and Leila could bet they were bulletproof. She had to admit that the name was surprisingly matching. The car stopped a little before the first tent and Aiolia got out of it in a hurry. "Get them all in, quickly!" she commanded. Ryan glared at anyone who tried to touch Alice and set her carefully in the middle seat (because the car had three rows), then got in next to her. Elek was placed on the backseat, one guard with him. Aiolia got in driver's place and Amante took the seat next to her. As soon as they were all in, Aiolia started driving backwards and disappeared into the darkness (so she would drive until a 'crossroad' would come, where she could back into one of the sewers, to get the proper position).

November 25th, Chicago; Base.

The Cat got to base in less than half the time it would take electrocycle. Aiolia was driving a little maniacally, though, and Ryan nervously twitched at each turn. But Aiolia knew this path like back of her hands and that's why she dared to drive like this - she would never endanger Elek further.

Elek and Alice were nearly immediately transported to the 'hospital' and Aiolia followed them, running. Ryan wanted to follow as well, but guard poked him in another direction and soon after, he ended up in a small cell. Cursing rather profoundly, man flopped down on the small bed. Now they were separated and Alice was all on her own... Not that he had sworn to be always on her side, but it still felt wrong. "I've gotten a little too attached," he commented in thoughts, half absentminded.