January 5th, 2012;
Somewhere in the United Kingdom
The day of the escape
The woman was being shot at by several gunners from several different watch towers. They weren't trying to kill the woman, just injure her enough to immobilize her so she could be taken back into the Grimm's domain and punished or maybe just executed. A bullet shot and flew deep into the woman's thigh and she yelled, almost Woging in rage. She managed to continue running, as she didn't dare to stop, until the pain was unbearable. Then she Woged, Woged in annoyance. She wasn't like any Wesen seen before. She had the head shape of a Pflichttreue but the colours of a Hundjäger, light brown for the white and dark brown for the black, she had the eyes of a Coyotl and the nose and teeth of a Fuchsbau and the ears of a Kitsune. No one had seen the woman Woge since she had arrived so the Kehrseite-Schlich-Kennen that were forced to work for the Grimm were taken aback and temporarily stopped shooting at the woman but they quickly shook it off and continued to shoot at her. The woman got shot in the shoulder and she screamed in pain, her steps faltering and causing her to be shot again, this time it landed not too deep in her chest. The woman yelped and clenched her teeth against the pain but still somehow managed to keep on running, running towards the heavily guarded wall. After all her time in the Grimm's 'realm' she had found weakened areas around the wall that she could possibly exit through, so she changed her course slightly and began to run to the closest blind spot near the wall and got shot in the foot on the way there but still somehow made it. Dizzy and in a haze from blood loss, the woman began to scale the worn out wall and it was not without difficulty. The woman fell down when she was not so far off the ground but it still sent a wave of pain washing over her. She subconsciously unwoged as she wished to just lay there and bleed out but she forced herself to stand up and scouted the perimeter of the blind spot as quickly and as carefully as she possibly could. She managed to find what seemed to be a trapdoor that led somewhere outside as she could see light coming from between the cracks. She lifted her foot and kicked against the trapdoor as hard as she could, pain vibrating down her leg from her thigh on impact. She clenched her teeth and dragged herself forward, closer to the door that had swung open. The woman smiled and hurried through, not thinking about what to do next. She went as fast as she could through the small tunnel through the wall and ran as fast as she could, the pain not bothering her as she's being fulled by adrenaline.
The woman stopped running and collapsed on the side of a road when the walled domain was far from few, she heard a sound and presumed it to be a car . She must have passed out as when she woke up she was in a hospital. She was confused as to how she got there and she looked around. The woman noticed a man that looked remarkably like someone she should know. The man grinned when he noticed the woman was away and practically dragged her out of the bed and spoke excitedly, "Come on, we need to get to Portland." The woman didn't even get any time to react as she was pushed through the door and into the hallway. Once she was dragged out of the hospital, the woman was taken towards a VW beetle and she frowned realising who the man was. "Why in the bloody hell are you in Great Britain?" Her voice wasn't as dry an croaky as the last time she had spoken so her Welsh accent was more distinct. The man hushed her and opened the door, shoving her inside. The man started the car and started explaining the reasons he's in Britain.
January 3rd, 2012
Portland, Oregon
Monroe
I was in my own world, working on a Richmond Virginia pre-civil war clock, when Rosalee walked up to me with fear on her face. I studied her features for a moment before speaking, "What's wrong honey?" Rosalee hesitated, so I stood up and took a step towards her and held her hand tightly in a way that I hoped would help in with convincing Rosalee to speak. Rosalee took a deep breath and began talking, quickly, "My old friend from Seattle has been missing for nearly a year now and the council have finally gotten a lead." She paused to breathe, "They think that she's gone back to Wales and has been taken by a Grimm who lives in the United Kingdom, and not just any Grimm but a guy named Jackson Haven." I was frozen to the spot, Jackson Haven is a criminal in the Wesen world and he's been blamed for many disappearances across England and Wales. All the people who vanished were Wesen. No one knows what he does with them, or even if any of the taken are alive. We have to help your friend, I thought and it was obvious that she was thinking the same thing, it was written on her face. I stood up straighter, "Have I met this friend before? And if so, I volunteer to go get her from England." Rosalee looked at me in the eye as if she were about to say something but she noticed the determination in my eyes so she just nodded.