“[b]I’m sure they will...[/b]” Drake said, unease building up in his stomach. He’d been in a few stakeouts before, but at least in those times, he knew exactly who and what he was going to be up against, and he’d always had The Arrowhead... and his crew to watch his back. Now, he had no gear, no money, and was being pursued by some unknown military force in an unknown land. What made things worse: this strange woman who looked almost exactly like [i]she[/i] did. Drake wasn’t very superstitious, unlike most Captains. But he’d really stepped into the shit this time, and there were only a few options left to him. They could stay here, and risk running out of ammunition and cover. Yeah, scratch that option. They could try running into the woods, or somewhere with dense cover, but chances are the faction would find them. Cover alone wouldn’t save them... “[b]There’s somewhere we can go.[/b]” Drake finally said, gazing outside a nearby window cautiously. “[b]If you’re able to make it there, we can try catching a ship to the Celtic Isles. There’s some sort of magical barrier protecting it, and even if that doesn’t work, we’d disappear into the crowd. Think it’s worth a shot?[/b]”