as written by Script and Knosis
Jason raised a hand to ruffle Felix's hair, "You're good. Just remember, head down," he nodded, before stepping back around into the room with Rowan.
At that moment, the door downstairs swung open with a bang. Sasha edged through, keeping the door open with her foot while her hands were occupied with supporting Nazia. Both were evidently injured - Sasha's clothes were torn and bloodied, with bullet-holes in several places. She breathed a sigh of relief as they croshed the threshold of the safehouse. There'd been enough chaos tonight that she'd been worried they'd be picked up by the police, or worse, before they reached safety.
"Almost there," she grunted to her packmate, "Just gotta get up the stairs."
Nazia grunted and bit the inside of her cheek again. Her pants were stained with her blood, and her skin was extremely pale. Most was to do with the fear of gaining Rowan's wraith. But she also feared what Rowan would do if they didn't show up.
She leaned heavily on Sasha up the first stair, hissing in agony as the pain shot up her leg from where the bullet had lodged itself. "Rowan's gonna kill us, isn't he.." She muttered under her breath.
"Yeah," Sasha grimaced, "Probably." They'd been idiots to stick around after torching the damned bar. Of course there was going to be enough of the bastards there to put up a fight. If they'd all gotten out alive, it would have been bad enough... but losing Michael because of it?
"I suppose we can hope he's in a good mood..." she muttered as they ascended the stairs. Sasha herself didn't seem as visibly afraid as Nazia, instead her face was set in grim anticipation. If it was a beating she was to get, it was one well deserved. If she'd put a quick end to that little bitch, instead of playing with her, then she could have helped Nazia and Michael sooner. She could have made the call to pull out before it was too late.
Sasha was angry at herself, and resolved to accept the punishment Rowan saw fit.
Nazia nodded quietly, but all hopes were banished as soon as they got to the top of the stairs. Rowan's anger could be felt, as though their minds were linked. "So much for that.." She muttered.
Sighing, Sasha merely nodded her head, shooting Felix a glance as they moved past him and to the door.
"Me and Nazia are here, Rowan," she said quietly, her eyes lowered. "Michael didn't make it."