Ruby waited anxiously for Sawyer to return. She had paced, the Monastery multiple times. She even took to dusting the gargoyles in the hallway. She jumped when the door opened. Careful to conceal her anxiety, by not pummeling her brother to the the floor, she took in the sight of him. He was drenched in rain, he looked miserable, but even more disturbing was the fact that he was alone.
Ruby's balled her hands into fists, trying to restrain herself. “Where's Sologne?!” She begged.
Sawyer ran a hang through his sopping wet hair. He held out a partially eaten pomegranate. “I couldn't find her.... I think this might offer us some clues.”
Ruby stared incredulously at him. “W-what, are you crazy? It's a piece of fruit?!”
Sawyer sighed impatiently. “Do you remember the story of Hades and Persephone. Do you remember how Hades bound Persephone to the underworld by making her eat the seeds of a pomegranate?”
Ruby stumbled backward against the wall. “You think Solonge ate that?”
“Yes.” He said quietly. “I found it at the bust stop. Traces of purple lipstick on the fruit.”
Ruby shook her head. “It could be a coincidence.”
“There are no coincidences anymore. This was a message, clear as day!” He shot back.
-“What do we do now?!”
He tossed the pomegranate in a nearby trash can. “The only thing we can do. We hunt some zombies, vanquish some leviathans and hope like hell that we can appease Hades enough to convince him to return Sologne.”
Before Ruby could question any of those motives, a car pulled into the long winding driveway of the Monastery. Instantly they took to the window. “Do you know anyone with a green viper?” She asked.
Sawyer shook his head no. The car wasn't exactly inconspicuous. He'd remember the vibrant color of the car if he'd ever seen it before, but he hadn't. He watched as a familiar looking man got out of the vehicle. Than it dawned on him as he remembered his brief encounter at the bus stop. He ran his hand over his jacket, until he found it. A tiny little tracking device that had been implanted discreetly under his hood. “Shit.” He muttered crushing the tracker between his fingers.