The Jig Is Up!

Chaos huffed out a sigh. Well that was just frigging great, wasn't it? Rhyme damned well better be grateful, because it looked like Chaos had managed to rescue his half sister from the big bad wolf. At least he knew where he could find Rhythm and drop the girl on her, wash his hands of the whole deal... though somehow Chaos was starting to think it wouldn't be that easy. No, surely there was some Grand Architect of some sort orchestrating all this, and he wasn't going to be let off with a simple coincidence like running into Rhythm's kid. "Yeah, I know Rhythm Destruction. Rhyme's my brother." He eyed her, then deliberately added "Half brother. He's off screwing around with his family in a pack in the east called Abaven." Oh, if only Chaos knew how true that was. "Rhythm's probably in my range though." He sent another searching glance over in the direction she'd been running from, his expression suddenly going cold and calculating. "If you were followed here, that's going to be a problem." It meant that they were running out of time.