In a familiar scene Abigail wove her candy-apple red Yamaha FJR1300 through the city streets, flying in direct opposition to oncoming traffic toward some singular source of immense danger. In a state of emergency the area was blocked off for many blocks around and all traffic was directed outward, all surrounding streets converted to one-way roads to minimize any further loss of life or personal property. But the anchor was still in danger, as were many others still within the demarcated "threat zone." Authorities mobilized offensive and defensive units while attempting to establish contact with the hellions to determine what exactly they might be after. But the Ríonfénnid of the global Fianna had other plans.
"What do we know about them? Affiliates of Ezra?"
"No idea. It's not entirely unlikely, but it's impossible to say at this point. Only one man has been mentioned by name - a 'Darkchild,' by the anchor Stephen Clark, clearly a hostage."
"'Darkchild?' Jesus, that sounds like an edgy teen on one of those online forums for debating vigilantes and terrorists. Well, London isn't exactly known for its flourishing hero population. It's as close to a direct call-out as possible without saying my name." Unless, she thought, that too was a deliberate part of whatever scheme was at play. Attack someplace fairly important but without much in the way of opposition, eliminate whoever presented themselves, and whatever they were after would be ripe for taking. "Have the local fian on standby but tell them to wait for my signal. Location tracking on."
The roaring bike sped fast toward the blockade. A whispered incantation muffled the sound somewhat, and somehow - impossibly so - she squeezed through a narrow passage of cars without so much as a minor scrape or bump en route to the epicenter of the conflict.
"Normally"—she projected as she dismounted the vehicle and primed three telescopic arrows for firing, setting her sight on the bloodthirsty demonics, channelling Diarmuid's anger and his pride both—"this is the part where I give you the chance to surrender. But considering what you are and what you've done here I'm keen on skipping straight to the part where I learn what you're after and start filling you with arrows."