July 21, 23 & 30th ( Read more... )

Ian, Alex and Betty had pooled their money and resources, Rafe had a stock pile of weapons, which they loaded into a truck and Alex headed for the mountains ( Read more... )

Janes car drove away from the city. She'd listened to Simon's airplane in the night sky as long as she could, but the noise was gone now. The valley was still green, rows of fruit trees and fields of crops waved hopefully in the wind. Moonlight shone over road. She wished she was back in the city, she had connections in Downtown, that she was ( Read more... )

Ian watched Betty through his rear view mirror until he saw her change into her fox form and scurry away. He hated leaving her. War was everywhere. He hoped he wouldn't see her again in a detainment center. He'd been planning for all of this, in case it came to pass, but not for Betty to be here. Not to leave her in charge of South Los Angeles ( Read more... )

Ian was counseling her in the car as they drove to South Los Angeles. She tried not to be irritated. Yes, he was older. Yes, he thought he knew better. He was using that tone she hated, the know-it all one. She gritted her teeth and tried to listen. He was giving her a chance. A big chance. He was trusting her to hold a big part of the city ( Read more... )

Thomas Wallace didn't like leaving Betty Todd. He grabbed her hand and put her into Mason's car, he'd keep her safe. Princess Grace Hathor was somewhere, maybe on her way to Vegas, safe he hoped. He hadn't seen Victor Lamia so he assumed he'd taken Grace to safety. He hoped the pact could stay together ( Read more... )

The rats swirled around her, there were more than a thousand at her feet. Her little army had done their job, calling out the vermin of the city. She leaned down among the scared masses and began speaking... calm soothing words about victory - there would be cheese for the brave, places to sleep for the weary, and hope for a future for their rat ( Read more... )

She was dead. He could see her everywhere, places they'd been, her beautiful image smiling down from the billboards. She was dead. Traitorous bitch ( Read more... )

Things between Bella Kannon, hereditary otter and Hans Danske, cursed bear had calmed down. They'd needed to bolster their crews, Hans bellowing and Bella rallying, until they'd stopped fighting, working together to guard the Harbor. They suspected someone or something was luring their crews into fighting, three men had died. With the Japanese ( Read more... )

Fredrick Conselheiro, a resistance organizer from Europe prowled the area calling out to fightened citizens. Now was the time they would surely need to stand forth and fight for what mattered. Could they not see the lights from the detention center in Downtown? Where did they think they could go? Their children would not be safe under ( Read more... )