Cece was glad to get away from those disgusting crows, even if it meant trouncing through the forest in the dead of night. Darkness had never frightened her, anyway. In the dark, it was easier to hide--that’s why she’d enjoyed the catacombs so much.
She always figured Simon’s men would catch up with them eventually, but she had to give them credit -- this was much earlier than expected. The very first timehole. Or timepiece, as Abe was so fond of calling them. She smiled. Abe wouldn’t leave the entrance, Cece felt confident of that. Now it was just a matter of whether Simon’s men found Abe first, or --
"Hello, Celine.” It wasn’t Simon. No, he wouldn’t dirty his fingers something like this. It was just a couple of his thugs, muscled yes-men that she habitually refused to dignify with names. Instead, she mentally labelled the two men standing in the brush ‘Thug 1’ and ‘Thug 2.’ They were big, brawny idiots who probably couldn’t have found the time on a watch, let alone the entrance to an actual timehole, without hand-fed instructions.
"Are we going to have a problem?” She all but snarled the warning, and was delighted to see Thug 2’s face falter for a moment. They might be twice her size, but they knew who she was.
"You tell me,” Thug 1 replied. He opened his arms with a patronizing smile. “We are going towards the timehole. You are going away. Perhaps we just pass each other, without a word. When Simon asks how it went…” He shrugged. “Maybe I forget I saw you.” Clearly, he thought he was doing her a favor.
Unfortunately for him, he completely misunderstood her intentions. Cece hadn’t come into the woods to flee from them--she’d come out to find them.