Gunfire hit outside of the room. Rem waited with baited breath. Trezlan hadn't said anything for hours and he almost suspected the old Necromancer had given up on him. And then all hell broke loose outside his room. He could hear at least two sides, possibly more. There was shouts and explosions. Eventually a woman came bursting through the door in fully body armor with a rather large looking rifle pointed at him. Rem couldn't get his hands free using Trezlan's previous trick because they were locked in to shackles with no give. The woman in the armor shouted something at him but since she was in full face armor he couldn't make it out.
"Are you Remle Crowe?" She had lowered the face plate to speak, behind her a man had moved into a cover position watching her back.
"Yes? Please don't kill me." She moved to where he was seated and using some kind of micro torch cut the shackles and handed him a pistol.
"Paid to save you, not kill you, come on Crowe lets get out of here." Rem felt better, though he still had a lot of questions he was sure would be answered if he made it out of there. So he did his part kept his head down and followed the two mercenaries to their ride out front, as the not police chased after them. The air car they arrived in looked fairly nice, which was good, but the two who had come to help him appeared to be the only people there, so they seemed a bit outgunned by the not cops. Still freedom however fleeting was better than no freedom, so Rem kept his mouth shut, kept his head down, and hoped something good would come out of all this bad, but he figured no.
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