Nate followed after, keeping his head down. He didn't want to draw more attention than he already had. And judging that these guys were some Rebels, he didn't want to be around.
India nodded and turned to face the men. She kept her fingers curled tightly around her weapon, although it was lowered to her side.
Cole stood back watching from a few feet away. He didn't seem too thrilled about anything.
(Yeah. I'll make him in a few minutes, Patriot.)
"C'mon, get outta here!" Luce snarls at the men, using his gun to prod them along, not even bothering to look at Rays or India. It was almost as if he were afraid of what he might see on their faces since he'd betrayed them, though he doubted it could be any worse than the look Emily had given him.
Emily sighs, crossing her arms tightly and shivering, silently chatising herself for not having grabbed a jacket. Of course, it usually wasn't this cold, but she'd seen the clouds on the horizon and still hadn't considered grabbing a jacket. "So... You on any particular side?" she asks, almost as if she were merely commenting on the weather.
India kept her eyes on the ground, not looking at Luce. She could feel the anger burning in her eyes when she thought of him, a traitor. Raising her eyes for a second, she snarled at the men, "Move on. There's nothing for you here."
Luce sighs once the men scatter in their own separate directions, swinging his gun over his shoulder. "Hey, Rays... Tell Em that I'm sorry. Tell her that I had no choice."
Luce bites his lip, shoving his hands in his pockets before starting to walk away. "They don't believe me... They don't have reason to, either..."
"I never said that you should!" Luce shot back, not bothering to turn to look at her. "All I said was to tell Em that I'm sorry. Let her make the decision on whether or not I truly am."
"Fu.ck. I'm lucky if I can get within a hundred feet of the first doors," Luce mutters under his breath, shaking his head. Really, this whole thing was why he had switched sides. At least with Fear in control, there hadn't been nearly as much trouble as now, with paranormals (and humans, apparently) in control.
Nate glance at Emily and pulled at his fingers nervously. "Ya, Fear sadly." He said, glancing around.
Emily pauses, turning slightly to look at him, her pale green eyes very much resembling a cat's at that moment. "And yet you haven't killed me yet. Why is that?"
He glared at her in a moment of heavy silence before he turned his gaze away and fiddled with a stone beneath his feet. "I never liked Fear..."
"No one likes them," Emily says with a shrug, taking out the hiar ties and slipping them around her wrists, her platinum blonde hair falling loosely past her shoulders. "Why else would I bother coming out of hiding to get them out of power? You may not like them, but obviously you don't believe that we can learn to work together without using fear and violence to control."
He nods. "So what questions will you be asking?"
"Only one, for the moment. One of our original... allies turned on us. You probably know him. Luce. Would you be willing to replace him?"
He glanced at her. "I'm sorry, replace?"
Emily sighs, rubbing her temples. "Take his place is more correct, I suppose."
He glared at her. "And you're not going to ask me any questions, test me to make sure I'm not in espionage?"
A small smile touches Emily's lips. "Consider the fact that I'm very good with both my throwing knives and my sniper, as well as the fact that I am a shape-changer. Only a fool would give me cause to use any of those talents."
He grimaced and felt his pocket knife in his pocket; the rusty metal chipping. "I am not giving purpose to use those things. I am talking about a polygraph or other questions where you can ascertain if I am lying or not."