"I don't know where we'd get a car, is the thing."

"Taxi? I'm not sure how to drive stealthily though."

"Neither am I."

"So let's wait for a dead body to be removed and follow it on foot, I guess."

They hide in a small wooded area, a privacy screen between Samson Trammel's property and the property that Genial Brooker is a gardener for.

Lev keeps drawing strange symbols on the dirt.

Lev gets to doodle in the dirt if he wants to.

And then after a while two guards passes very very close to both of them.

He holds very, very, very still.

They hear a snatch of conversation: "--yeah, the boss says some PIs are sniffing around the place--"

"One of them's a journalist."

Ahahahahaha.

Yeah he sure is that.

"Well, whatever," the guard says dismissively.

He begins to look more closely through the bushes. "--There's someone here."

FUCK.

Lev is frozen in terror, unmoving.

What's around him, what are his chances of being able to leave quietly --

Okay. He's going to back out of here into the property where Genial works, pulling Lev with him, and if that doesn't work -- he will figure something else out.

He pulls Lev to his feet and begins to run through the woods. The bushes catch on his clothes. But he is agile and he can be fast and he is really quite desperate for his life.

He hears the guards panting behind him.

And in a minute which feels like an hour, he is on Genial Brooker's property.

Lev is visibly panicked.

Okay. Okay okay okay. They are not going to die today.

Or maybe they are but they are not going to die in the next five minutes.

"We're okay," he tells Lev.

The guards head towards the front of the Sanders's property, like they're going to knock on the door. 

Genial said they're never home-- but they can probably see Mordred if they look, the garden is very well-manicured.

Gah.

Okay, well, there's-- the cabin Genial lives in? He's a little starved for options here. 

When they knock on the door, Genial opens it.

"Hi! Can we hide here for an amount of time."

"Yes, of course-- What's going on? Silly question."

Genial invites them inside, closes the door and locks it, and immediately begins watering the plants not far from the house.

Through the window they can see the guards talking to him.

Thank you Genial.

"We are not," Mordred repeats to Lev, "going to die. I swear to fucking hell we are not going to die."

It is ninety years too early for Lev to respond with doubt.jpeg and yet.

Nonetheless. They are not going to die.