Children of the Revolution

"For Her," Lucas agreed, stepping out of the Wildwood and back into the Outskirts as seamlessly as, no doubt, his companion had managed. He rested his hands in his pockets and inclined his head to her. "Once I have the onyx pieces I'll come and call on you," he said. And in the meantime, yadda yadda yadda... He grinned at her gesture, offering a roguish bow of acknowledgement and a quiet call of farewell. Then Lucas set off in the other direction, a blur in the shadows on feet that could move faster than any mere mortal. Game on, indeed. {END} LUCAS don't you know there ain't no devil it's just god when he's drunk