Lily was lost. She wasn't getting anywhere with the search, and the wandering really wasn't helping her injury. Someone may or may not have tried to mug her, and she may or may not have kciked him in the testicles.

Several times.

She was tired, angry, and worried. She couldn't hekp but think that if Derek had been killed, it would have been her fault.

As she trudged thrugh the street, she noticed a man brandishing a knife at her. Almost instinctively, she put him in a headlock, took the knife, and threw it into a sewer grate. She was not a fan of being mugged.

She had almost given up, when she sae the van parked outside of a warehouse. Suddenly, it seemed as if she had just drank a six-pack of Red Bull. Lily pulled her hood up, and lifted her black shroud over her face. Hopefully, she would get in and out witgout any more bullets lodged in her flesh.