Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-25828117-20180701181322/@comment-25828117-20180712121916

The cat plopped down into Katherine's kitchen. letting out a hungry meow. It was as if the cats in the neighborhood knew Katherine was there to feed them, even if she herself didn't have a cat. Or at least, not in the conventional sense.

With the window now open though, the nightclub singer could see into Samantha's apartment, that sat in the other corner of the building, their flats met at the ninety degrees from eachother, so they both had a diagonal view of eachother's kitchens.

However it appeared that Sam's window was still open. Odd, considering that it was winter. It had been open last night as well, her house must've been fridge box by now. Didn't she forget to close it twice? Surely Sam would notice the december weather of Canada crawling into her house by now.

Something was amiss.

Paul could see the light turn green for him. But when the road cleared up before him, the patrol car turned on its siren, as it continued to drive up the lane next to theirs in their general direction.

Gérard and Paul's car had been recgonised by Cinder back in Ottawa as the car with which Harry Trembley had fled the scene.

Not that they knew about that.

Macdonald sighed.

"I suppose that could work. If we drive to East Point Park and ditch the car in the water out of sight near the dunes." But it was clear he was not a fan of the idea. But truthfully it was the best of bad situation at this point.

Harry meanwhile peered out to see if the coast was clear. As to be expected, a run down suburb didn't have plenty going on.

"I'll dump the car, while you take the others to HQ." The resistance leader decided.