They reached the border of Wyoming and passed through without being noticed three days later, unknowingly leading a small troop behind them. Angela led them on, her hardened muscles shining with the three day sweat and water that they had swum through. Rum'boli'ko had taken off his armor, he now walked with his chest out and exposed. Dutch and Michael were shirtless, while George and Henry had ripped their pants at the knees. All were happy when they came up to a small hotel called Snow White Furnishings.
"I'll board us in." Andrea offered.
"No, I'll register us." Diane said.
"No one will register us in, this isn't the hotel we want to hole ourselves into." Angela rasped.
"What?" Diane exclaimed.
"It's to small and too noticeable." Angela hissed.
"Angela is right." Henry said.
"But we're tired." Andrea whined.
"Dutch...Henry..." Angela snarled.
"Yes." Dutch and Henry said.
"Carry Andrea and Diane will you." Angela rasped.
"Sure." Henry said. "Andrea's all mine."
"She's all yours, I'll get Diane." Dutch said.
Crossing deeper in the Montana country-side, they all felt physical fatigue setting in. Angela was the only one that wasn't huffing and puffing with every step, Rum'boli'ko was half running and had coughed up some blood a few hours ago. When the sun finally set, they finally stopped for rest. Dutch and Henry collapsed, Diane and Andrea fell from their shoulders and landed on their sides exhausted. George and Michael fell asleep once they sat themselves on the ground. Lex found a rock for a pillow, she fell asleep instantly. Angela stayed up, regardless of her sleep crusted eyes and shaking body. Rum'boli'ko slept by a fallen tree.
"What's for breakfast?" Henry yawned.
"Eggs." Angela rasped weakily.
"Where'd you get those?" Diane asked.
"There's a bird's nest over there." Angela rasped. "I took several from it."
"So, we're really going to eat some animals babies." Andrea said.
"It's survival, we need food to survive." Angela rasped.
"You need food and sleep." Andrea said.
"Yeah, you're getting weaker every day." Diane said.
"I have to agree with the two human women." Rum'boli'ko snarled.
"I'll take a few z's after breakfast." Angela rasped.
Angela wasn't to fond of the eggs, she was more of a meat eater, but she stomached them. After eating she fell asleep. Rum'boli'ko stood over her curled up body, he was worried about her. He treated her more like a mate than a friend. He heard a sound from the south, and abandoned his post to go investigate it. The rabbit that jumped out was tempting, but he reframed from chasing it down. He continued his lonely vigil.
"How long was I asleep?" Angela rasped.
"Several hours." Andrea said.
"Shouldn't have let me sleep for that long." Angela hissed. "Wasted a whole day."
"We have the night ahead of us." Diane reminded.
"Pack up whatever food you can scavenge and lets go." Angela rasped.
Henry and Rum'boli'ko went out hunting, they brought back nine rabbits. Dutch and Henry collected berries while Lex and Diane collected water. Andrea and George made baskets. Angela fished for whatever was in the small stream, she caught several Bass and Pike. At sunset, they traveled on with their carriers full. Angela led, with Rum'boli'ko and and Dutch following. George and Diane followed behind while Andrea and Henry trailed. Lex and Michael took up the rear.
Yolit'ger and Mal'ikob'ico followed slowly, Celtic ran behind them. Scar and Chopper had stumbled and fell with exhaustion a few hours ago and Uglo'shon had decided to stop with them for a rest. They weren't use to walking without food or water for three days. They had gathered a few of their own; Hec'itos'lobo, Poblis'con and Yam'ico'liro walked alongside ready for battle. Yam'ico'liro was Zvolen'icoz's son, almost a hundred and seven years old with much experience on his side for hunting. He was a tall Yautja with long sloping shoulders and a strong back. His long black dreadlocks flew wildly behind his head, his long black clawed fingers tapping his thick thighs.
"I want you to be careful here Yam'ico'liro." Yolit'ger said. "Ang'liton is a strong fighter."
"One of which I'd love to do battle with." Celtic sighed.
"You'll get you chance, be patient." Yolit'ger said.
"Patience is a virtue." Mal'ikob'ico said. "Learn from it."
"I'm itching for a fight, and I'm going to get one soon." Celtic thought to himself.
Angela led her friends deeper into the forest, they were all strewn out behind her complaining. None of them had any idea that they was missing Diane, whom had stopped for a toilet break. They walked on without her for an hour, Angela silently humming to herself and Rum'boli'ko growling in frustration. Rum'boli'ko had gotten a small stone stuck into his foot that he had removed a few hours ago and the skin was still very tender there.
"Hey Angel," Henry said. "Where's Diane?"
Diane walked through the forest, crying out for her friends and hoping that all of this was a terrible dream. She knew that she was being followed, but by what she did not know. Her blonde hair was matted to one side and her green eyes were wide open. Half of her face was sweat crusted while the other half was mud crusted from a fall that she had taken. There was the snap of a twig and she quickly turned around. A Squirrel ran by her ankles with an acorn in its mouth.
"Why did I have to go get myself lost?" Diane asked herself aloud.
Celtic, Chopper and Scar all growled to themselves, they knew that this wasn't the girl that their father had sent them to watch. Their father had sent them to watch the African American with the wild hairstyle, the one that their father called the 'second in command'. This was their uncle's daughter's friend, the one named Diane. They didn't know why they were following her, they could have abandoned the chase and head off in the direction that she had stopped going in a few hours ago, but they all felt that this girl was special and was indeed a good insurance claim for if they had trouble with Ang'liton.
"Should we come up from behind and surprise her?" Chopper asked.
"No, we will just follow her." Scar snarled. "Like our brother the almighty says to do..."
"Because if we don't, he'll report us to father." Chopper finished.
Diane walked forward, she heard the sound of an owl and looked up. Sitting on a branch high up in a tree was a beautiful white owl with black eyes and a gray beak. There was a dead Squirrel in its talons that she was eating, it looked as if the bird had just caught it. Sighing to herself, she walked onwards, trying to find her friends.
"Angel, where are you?" Diane asked herself.
"You might be able to find out, if you look to your left." Angela growled.
"ANGEL!" Diane screamed.
Diane raced into Angela and embraced her hard, Angela stood erect, growling with impatience. Celtic snarled, he couldn't hold it in him anymore. Racing out of the trees with Scar running at his heels he flattened Angela to her back. It went in slow motion, Angela falling to the ground with Celtic on her stomach and Scar on Celtic's back. When they all landed on the ground there was a whoosh of air and then growling and snarling.
"Hello cousin." Celtic snarled.
"Celtic, get off." Angela barked.
"No, we fight now." Celtic growled.
Celtic grabbed Angela's arm and with a mighty tug he had her on her feet. Angela reeled back and slammed her fist into Celtic's stomach. She brought it back screaming in pain. Rum'boli'ko and Dutch ran from the trees and tried to tackle them all down but they were restrained. Becoming visible, Yolit'ger and Uglo'shon growled out in both relief and fear. Chopper grabbed a tree branch and slammed it against Angela's head, causing her to lose her sight for only three minutes. In those three minutes she was surrounded by Celtic, Yolit'ger and Uglo'shon.
"Giving up so soon?" Celtic snarled.
"I'll make you eat those words." Angela screamed.
Angela jumped at Celtic, her claws dug into his legs and she twisted her hands. Celtic squealed in pain and bounced up and down. With a swish of his index finger he opened a small pencil mark on her arm. Letting go of his leg, Angela grabbed Celtic's dreadlocks and twisted them. She began riding him as if he were the bull. Celtic howled, he was jumping up and down and was snapping branches everywhere. Yolit'ger came up from behind and grabbed Angela from behind. He threw her to the ground.
"That is enough, Celtic you have had a taste of her brutality." Yolit'ger roared.
"Tie them all up, lets get out of here." Uglo'shon said.
"Yes father." Celtic sighed.
Celtic lowered his head, he had been embarrassed enough for one day. Angela looked up from the ground, she was sure that she had heard a bone snap in her arm. With a growl, she tugged her arm from behind her and flopped it in her lap. It was indeed broken, it looked as if it was made of rubber. Yolit'ger tied her legs together but when he went for her arms she snarled.
"Child, will you just shut yourself up." Yolit'ger growled.
Angela was injured but she wasn't out, twisting her legs up, she kicked her father down and slammed both tied feet into his penis. He screamed out for a few minutes, clutching himself and then climbed weakly to his legs. Angela had stood shakily up and was jogging away into the bushes, Celtic in hot pursuit. Rum'boli'ko strained against his captors, trying to escape so that he can help his friend but it was no use. He was thrown into an awaiting cage.
"Come back here." Celtic roared.
Angela tripped up on a root and fell down an embankment with Celtic running right behind her. When she landed, it wasn't on her back, she landed on her other arm. Screaming because she knew it was useless to continue running, so she crawled away. Celtic grabbed her by her left broken arm and hoisted her up to his shoulders. She was holding back both her screams of agony and her tears.