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Ruby leaned in close behind Alloran, her ears twitching to hear the conversation.

"And what exactly are we supposed to do with this...'hand'" A gruff voice asked from the darkened corner of the cell, the grumpy old man's cell mate. He leaned foreward the moonlight. His face was partly covered by long tangled hair and a scruffy beard. He caught sight of Ruby's AoH hat and grinned, "come to give the b*****d supers what's comin to them?"

Minerva crawled into an empty allyway, and leaned against a building wall. Her leg was burning, and the blood was flowing fast. She took a small knife from her belt and cut into her pants to get to the wound. With some basic feild med-skills she started binding it up, applying some pressure and a temporary bandage until she could get to a proper healing facility.

After a moment she leaned back and waited, the super was probably going to come looking for her, and it was best if she was prepared to face him if he found her. She prepared a few explosives to help her out if that happened.

"But it's a life, we get caught escaping, and in most cases it's immediate execution." The slave nodded his head towards the door of the cell on the otherside of the cage, it was next to the main walkway, and monitored by three cameras. "Now tell me how you're getting us out."

Silent Lucidity returned and handed Alloran the keys that the guard had taken. In her other hand she held his hat. She floated up to the ceiling and slipped around the corner of the cage, where she hung the hat over the lens of the first camera. She hung her own hat over the second camera, and her jacket over the third, before settling lightly back on the ground.

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"Shut the hell up or we'll leave you to rot here." Alloran growled menacingly. He quickly looked around. "Now, we don't have much time before they realize their cameras are out. Do you want out or not, last chance."

Ruby looked at the man a little closer, something seemed familiar about him, but she just couldn't place it. His beard kept her from getting a good look at his face. She chewed on her lip, but let it pass, she'd seen too many faces over the years, especially durring her movie business, and it could be nothing at all.

They had a group of about thirty slaves released from their cells. The market could hold somewhere around 300, but it was usually stocked with about half that. Across the hallway in another section the women and children were held, and down a room from there, they held the empowered slaves, the ones who had betrayed the AoS.

The bearded man looked at Alloran, a strange glint in his eye. He debated whether to riot against their saviors or not, the freed slaves outnumbered the supered three easily enough.