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Kara nodded, and, murmuring her thanks, settled into the bunk Ngurt indicated.

She laid in the cot for a while, lost in thought before finally falling into a light, dreamless sleep.

Kara slept rather well, all things considered, and woke with a start early in the morning as Chris, or perhaps Cheoro, spoke loudly in their sleep. The sun had yet to rise, and Kara considered just going back to sleep, as impossible as that seemed. She gave a sigh and then jumped up, completely awake as she looked over to see Rio's cot empty. She sat on the edge of the bed, looking around, but she didn't see him anywhere. Checking that her other two companions were soundly asleep, she slipped out of bed, strapping on her gun to her hip and one knife to a forearm, she walked out into the church, leaving her longcoat and one knife lying on the bed.

The church was dark and empty this early in the morning, and Kara's soft footfalls echoed loudly in the hallway and rooms beyond. She stopped in the altar room and looked around a moment, before heading to the door. She opened it, and a crisp breeze blew her hair across her face. She shivered slightly in the sudden chill, and sat down on the church steps, wrapping her arms around her.

She had no idea where Rio was, but she didn't think anyone would look for them in a church, which meant that he left of his own accord. And if he made it to the front door without bleeding or falling, then she figured he'd be alright. He could handle himself, after all. She took a deep breath of the morning air, a nice change from the stale alcohol smell from inside where Chris and Cheoro were still sleeping. She closed her eyes, enjoying the sharp feel of the wind through her thin shirt. Another shiver ran down her arms and she smiled, letting her mind wander a bit, leaving her ears attentative for the sound of footfalls.

Chris woke as the day's first ray penetrated the chruch's resting room. He fell out out his hammock, but got back to his feet quickly. He saw that Kara's and Rio's hammocks were empty and figure that she must have help him out of bed. He poked Cheoro awake and they walked outside. They found Kara on the front step, but RIo was no where in sight.

((Not well written, but I'm not worrying about that right now.))

Chris opened his mouth to retort, but noticed a figure jogging weirdly towards the church.

"Rio is back," he said simply.

Rio ran up the steps to where they were gathered and, without preamble, asked, "Where is the shop that we hid in from here?"

"Well, you have a - " Wait what the hell am I saying? Rio thought, butchering his speech " - point, but I'm not going to barge into the store or anything like that," he improvised. "I can be - somewhat - subtle."

Now only if I had some to tell me how, Rio thought, slightly depressed. He liked his new companions, some more than others, but they still weren't the same as the batch of weirdos he was with before.

"Okay," he said, recovering from his near downfall. "I'm going to need a scout. Cheoro I think you would be the least conspiuous; he is a merchant. Also they can't understand a word he'll say do they won't bother him. Hopefully they won't reconise him - "

"Don't count on that," broke in another voice. Mon-Ama was now hiking u the steps, looking sleepy. "They got to the Septra. That bounty-hunter mentioned me to one of those men - Gahn was one of their names. They reconised it. I think they are after all of us."

"Ghan?" muttered Chris. "What about him?"

But everybody ignored him. "But why would they be after us?" asked Rio, frowning. "You and I have made enough enemies, but it doesn't make sense to group us all together." He cast a weary eye over the group. "It doesn't make sense that we did."

Rio looked to the heavens in thought. For some reason he looked rather comical. Chris chuckled slightly, but stifled it.

"Nope, not that I can think of," said Rio finally and Mon-Ama shook her head.