Lykopis was about to leave when Ozzy lightly grabbed her arm. "Lyly?"

She shivered, and then winced with emberassment. "I'm sorry...your hands are cold."

"Sorry." They looked at each other. "You'll be okay out there with the new guy, right?"

She nodded. "I think so."

"It's just that...this place is new to us and I don't want to see you get scratched up --" he winced at the poor wording. "Um...I just fucked that up, didn't I?"

Lykopis ran a few strands of hair over her face, in a pitiful attempt to cover the scar. "That's okay. I'm almost use to it by now."

"Just be careful -- "

She gave a little wink and turned around. "It's okay, I'm a big girl, I can tie my own sandles and everything." She turned to Icarus. "Icarus?"

"Yes, your Majesty?"

Lykopis ignored the slight sarcasim. "I think you'll be able to figure everything out. I bet you'll find a whole bunch of information for us by the time I get back."

Icarus grinned. "Uh...thanks. Really, thanks." He looked at Grimm and smirked. "See, at least she think I'm capable."

Lykopis motioned to Merrick. "Come on, let's get this started."

On the elevator ride down, Lykopis studied the strange Celtic ammulet on Merrick's chest. "Late Iron Age if I am not mistaken. Second century before Christ, maybe? Hard to tell, really."

Merrick was impressed. "Are you a historian as well?"

Lykopis gave a lopsided grin. "Well, sort of. I've been around since before Philip of Macedon became ruler." Merrick stared at her in confused amazement. "I am an Amazon, so to speak. I do not age. I may look like I'm twenty-seven, but really I'm over three-thousand years old."

"Three thousand?"

"Yes, I -- wait, are you laughing at me?" Lykopis was insulted. No one had ever laughed at her before. This new world was going to take some getting use to.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry...heh...you look real good for your age." Lykopis's brown eyes went red for a moment. "I'm sorry, really. It's just that I don't believe in Amazons."

"And I don't believe in Celtic Huntsmen coming out of professors. You are calling the kettle black, pot."

"True enough." The elevator door opened, and Merrick led Lykopis out of the apartments. "What do you suppose our next step is?"

Lykopis looked at the busy streets. Strange. It seemed like only a few days ago, she had been here, a member of Vanguard Europe. How things had changed. No Penny, no Paragon, and now no Vanguard. She was missing it all?

"We need to get out of Munich...but to where? We have no other connections. We have each other, like Oz said, but there is no one left to help us."

What was it that she learned, hunting with her sisters and mother? "Lykopis, pay attention. Look at how Jocasta hunts. Be more like her. If you're prey goes to ground, give it no ground to go to."

That was Vanguard. A prey animal without a place to hide. And if there was no Munich branch of Vanguard...what other shelters were missing? Her estate in Greece? Drake's home in America? Sidewinder's father's home?

"Montag," said Lykopis to herself.

"What?" asked Merrick.

"We're being chased and we have nowhere to hide. But what if we're not the prey? What if we become the predator?" She grinned. "And Montag should be pretty easy to find."

Merrick readjusted his ill-fitting coat. "Wait, you kidnapped Montag after breaking into his house. He's the richest man on the planet. He's going to be after you. Why head towards him?"

"Like I said, we can't hide anymore. Not until we know what we're in possesion of on this planet. Where is Montag's center of operations?"

"All the big companies are based in New York."

Lykopis frowned. "New York?" She was hoping it was London, which would be a lot easier to smuggle into. "Fine. We need to buy train tickets to Hamburg. Come on."

Wait, can't we just rent a car? "Hamburg? Why Hamburg?"

"Because that's where the Port of Hamburg is located." She rolled her eyes. "You think I'm going to put Ozzy in another plane?"

"So...you think we should all take a train...and then, buy tickets for a boat?"

"Ha!" Lykopis began walking a faster pace. Merrick had trouble catching up with her gait. "No, I'm thinking that we buy tickets to the train...and then sneak on a cargo ship bound for New York. That can't be too hard to find."

"This doesn't sound particularly legal."

Lykopis grinned. "That's the best part about this group. We make illegal look so good." She tapped the metal on his chest. "Besides, with your brawn and my brains, what's the worse that can happen?"