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[sky_from_sea]

They're sending out a posse for Nicky.

They're sending out a posse.

For Nicky.

They're going to get their asses handed to them. (Well, probably not, but--Nicky's a bastard. Anna will never forget that.)

That, and Nicky is hersThis explains why Anna--shotgun in hand, handgun in her waistband, and knife under her shirt--is stalking the mean

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[toomuchstoker]

Nicky is a sneaky bastard. Word spreads fast enough in this town even without the internet, or phone lines, or even the Pony Express, since it seems Anna brought that with her.

But the posse is headed to the University, and Nicky currently to the east of there. He saw them coming. They'll find something, but maybe not what they were expecting.

And Anna...what is Anna looking for? He'll wait and see. From a safe distance, for now. Does she know he's near?

[sky_from_sea]

She knows what kind of hidey-holes rats like him prefer, at least.

And it would be poetic to say she can smell him from a mile away, but she can't.

Though she has fed recently. Quite recently.

There's no sense going up against Nicky unprepared, after all.

Anna doesn't have a deathwish.

[toomuchstoker]

He chuckles to himself. Maybe it's just wishful thinking, but he is downwind of her. Maybe that is her scent on the breeze.

Nicky's pretty sure he can at least smell the horse.

No one else around, either. Brave girl.

He moves closer, jumping from one balcony to the next, several stories above the street.

[sky_from_sea]

She doesn't look up, but her attention is firmly fixed on those balconies.

Pigeons don't make that kind of noise when they land.

Neither to whatever feral cats might remain.