West Hare, night falls.
The Anonymous Campsite.
This was the last night Anonymous would stay here. Most things around the campsite were packed away, leaving only the bare essentials for alertness and arms.
Daisy Deacon rode on the off-road motorcycle that once belonged to Flossie Wright, with a backpack slung over her shoulder, and stopped just outside the gate of Anonymous.
Ice was waiting for her outside the gate.
Behind him were all the members of Anonymous.
They stood behind him, scattered, yet each one stood tall and straight, their eyes uniformly fixed on Ice.
"She's awake." These were Daisy Deacon's first words when she saw Ice.
Daisy was referring to Flossie Wright.
"Hmm."
Ice nodded imperceptibly.
Only when Flossie Wright was completely fine could both of them leave without worry.
Daisy Deacon smirked, raised an eyebrow at him, "Hop on."
Ice glanced at her, said nothing more, and swung himself onto the off-road motorcycle.
